This ceremony of entering the city is grand enough, in the sound of batch crackling footsteps, the Ming army is like a divine soldier descending from the sky, quickly standing all over the gate building of the city of London, and then knocked the trigger on the bottom together, how did I not expect that the British, who were still in the semi-feudal era, could still emerge such a strong army, and the coalition army that was still there in a leisurely commemorative painting was caught off guard, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the French musketeers or Spanish conquistadors who were stunned at the gate of the city were all scrambling to fall to the ground.

Up to now, the standard musket of the Ming army has been replaced by the sixth generation, all rifled guns, pointed hollow bullets close to the unified standard, and the musket has gradually replaced the bow and arrow, because of its excellent armor-piercing ability, even the most elaborate Agamesone plate armor of Milan craftsmen can not resist this shot, and it has become a massacre in front of the city gate.

Fortunately, before the war, the commanders at all levels had an explanation, and the feudal aristocracy in the West was sometimes more effective than one more corps, and in the rain of bullets, Prince Philip, Marshal Gilles, Duke Andrei, and a group of big nobles escaped in shock.

Seeing the French Guards lying in wait in front of the gate of London Port, their eyes were simply red, like a gambler who had lost everything, Gilles angrily picked up the collar of Philip's two rows of pure gold buttons, and roared like thunder: "Didn't you Spaniards say that the army was blocked in the New World and couldn't come to Britain?" Is this wall out of hell? ”

Similarly, the elite of Spain also died, and Philip also shook off his hand violently, roaring without any aristocratic demeanor: "The information provided by Spain is that South America has always been in the hands of the Holy Spanish Kingdom, and this king has stopped the Ming army in the New World without saying anything, how does this king know how these Ming troops flew over?" Again! Haven't you French always boasted of being the best in the world? This round of rout is scary, you French are cowards at all! ”

This is the reason why Europe can't form a unified empire, and before the war starts, the two senior commanders pinched themselves first, and there was still gunfire behind them, and the Norwegian Marquis of Parassen, who came to play soy sauce in a hurry, simply hugged the two of them together with a bear hug from the Nordics, and shouted according to their brains.

"The British also had colonies in North America! Maybe you came by land and then by boat, but now the focus is on how to kill the infidels, and after the battle, you will duel again! ”

As soon as they heard the duel, the two noble sons were all stunned, and looked back at the city wall left by the ancient Romans, the Ming army was still shooting at the port area to suppress, and the French marshal finally cheered up a little, turned around and shouted orders loudly to the French battleships next to them.

"Open fire, bombard the infidels!"

The order was transmitted to the battleship through a panicked herald, but just now this giant level war machine was also used as a background by a group of noble children, flat against the shore, the angle of the cannon could not reach at all, this head in the Gilles's thunderous anxious urging, the French sailors sweated profusely to raise the anchor, raise the sails, a few minutes passed, and the black cannon barrel belatedly stretched out of the gun bay.

In an instant, the heat wave was steaming, the debris was flying, and there was a click, and the mast of the capital ship Champagne, which had cost me an unknown amount of manpower and material resources, was stunned by a big hole, and the mast creaked and fell to the ground, and the rookie French sailors were like fertilized ducks, quacking and scattering in all directions, and the cannon was still not fired after all.

If for the French on the shore, it was just panic, for Curt who fled back to the Victory in a hurry, it was an out-and-out disaster, on the sea level, four black plumes of smoke rising high had always been his nightmare, and now this nightmare came again in real time, looking at the four ironclad ships taking the lead, the mighty Ming Royal Navy, for a moment, Curt even forgot to breathe.

He really couldn't figure out how the Ming army could use such a huge fleet to bypass the Spanish South American colonies without knowing it? Did the Spaniards lie? They have already defected to the Ming army? No way! The rise of the Ming Dynasty is at sea, and the first victim is not the Netherlands, but Spain! The interests of the two countries are in conflict!

In such a short period of time, all the huge South America has fallen? It's impossible! Not to mention how difficult the battles were in the rainforest, if the South American colonies could not hold on, the Spaniards would have called on the entire Catholic countries of Western Europe to support it in the first place.

Could it be that the Ming army really can't fly?

In fact, if there were a few decades of industrial progress and the steam engine was transformed into an oil-burning internal combustion engine, maybe Mao Jue would really be able to drum up an airplane, but now the Ming army really can't fly.

However, there are two kinds of road construction efficiency in later generations, one is called foreigners to build roads, and the other is called Chinese to build roads, this paradox also works in this era, in five months, the West built ninety-five capital warships in Toulon, Mao Xingjian dug a nineteen-kilometer route to the Pacific Ocean on the shore of Lake Nicaragua, and the main fleet of the Ming Dynasty that departed from the middle of last year just passed through the newly opened Nicaragua Canal, and then arrived at the thirteen colonies of the British along the North American continent, where they resupplied and then along the coastline of Greenland, By the time Toulon was swearing in an expedition to Britain, the Ming fleet had already arrived in Britain.

The roaring whistle of the ironclad finally woke up Curt, no matter how the Ming army arrived, the war must continue, and it must be won, if it loses, then everything is lost!

A gloomy haze finally appeared in the old fellow's pupils, and he turned around with his crutches, and he trembled and ordered to the Dutch captain of the Victory: "With the Victory as the vanguard, rush forward and sink these four bright ships!" ”

"Sir?"

I couldn't believe my ears, and looked at the four ironclad ships that were still spraying bombs into the harbor with four huge cannons as they walked, and the captain asked in horror.

A face had completely darkened, looking at his horror, and after a few seconds of silence, Curt said with difficulty.

"For the Netherlands! For freedom! ”

This time, without saying anything, after a salute, the Dutch captain personally returned to the rear bridge, personally held the rudder, and sailed into the North Sea from the battleships crowded in the harbor, with a kind of sadness, this seventy-one meters, representing the highest level and glory of Dutch shipbuilding, tragically and majestically met the ironclad battleship sprayed with black smoke and flying forward.

It's just that standing in the observation bulletproof glass of the second main gun, Commander Sun Chun was stunned and didn't even look at it, and the ironclad flagship, which was renamed Luzon after the Battle of the Cebu Sea, crashed straight forward.

Click~

Just like an axe splitting wood, the 180 mm thick armored, 50-meter-long ironclad battleship cut straight into the bow side of the Victory, and in the clatter of splinters, wood chips splashed, and the Dutch sailors in the gun compartment flew upside down with the heavy naval guns in horror, and several tons of cannon fire crushed it, and everywhere it went, there was a hideous blood.

"Dutch, offensive !!"

On the side of the ship, after the huge impact, the sailors who fell to the ground were led by the first mate, heroically holding the sailor's scimitar and the short firecracker, and swinging along the cable to the Ming army ironclad ship, some of them were slashing the front deck with knives, and some were carrying axes, desperately chopping and sealing the cabin door, and even in front of Sun Chun, several Dutch sailors were afraid of death and knocked the trigger on her, and after the banging gunshot, a large string of pockmarks was punched out on the surface of the thick bulletproof glass.

Glancing at it irritably, Sun Chun shouted an order to the microphone: "Full horsepower, run over!" ”

Under the cabin, in the boiler room, the sweaty coal filler was bare-chested, and even more frantically threw high-quality North American lump coal into the coal stove, four huge steam engines were fully started, the huge bearings drove the gears, and the propeller at the stern was several times faster in an instant, and the Dutch captain who was controlling the rudder obviously felt like a deep-sea beast shaking the hull fiercely, and the Victory was obviously pushed backwards, and the cracks of Gaba Gaba appeared one by one on the front deck of the ironclad ship's bow wedge.

In the rapid acceleration, the Dutch sailors who had climbed onto the ironclad ship fell into the water like lice, and a dozen people screamed in fear and were swept into the back of the ship by the turbulence, and then a vicious pool of blood rushed out.

I used all the strength to eat, my head was bruised, the blood vessels in my arms were bulging as if they were about to burst at any time, roaring, the Dutch captain desperately carried the rudder, so that the Victory could withstand it longer, but unfortunately, his efforts were in vain after all, in the huge cracking sound, the ironclad ship that was advancing like a bull was stunned to break off the bow of the Victory five meters alive, the cable dragged Dongzhong, the foremast broke in response, lost its balance, and the heavy ship was thrown out a few laps, Immediately, the bow of the ship plunged heavily into the water, and the coo-coo began to sink.

However, before Sun Chun could breathe a sigh of relief, the next Western battleship was fearless and rushed straight towards her, and the huge impact sound made even if she staggered, and again, the bow of the slightly bent ironclad ship stuck into the hull of another Western battleship.

The West is not without heroes!

Several battleships rushed over, although the ironclad ships were powerful, but after all, there were only four, in a pile of damaged capital ships, they couldn't get out for a while, helplessly watching those French Spaniards wielding cold weapons and slashing and smashing on their own ships, Sun Chun shook his head with a headache, and shouted helplessly.

"Send a flare, the ironclad ship is trapped, let the huge sea general fight on his own!"

On the turbulent waters of the North Sea, a large pile of ships was trapped in the middle, and the remaining navies of the two countries finally collided together fairly, almost exactly the same tactics, the peripheral battleships outflanked and encircled, killing and injuring the enemy ships with long-range firepower, and the main fleet collided and crossed together like cavalry, within a distance of two hundred meters, whether it was the Ming army or the Western European gunners, all of them were brandishing war knives with red eyes, and the flintlock machine was fiercely knocked, and the heavy shells were spitting out each other, crackling in the explosion, Pieces of wood with blood peeled off the hull in large pieces.

Just when the main battleship was fighting in the sea, on the coast, those auxiliary ships and troop carriers were also like crazy, regardless of the sails and rushed straight to the beach, with the existence of ironclad ships, the Western Navy was destined to have the upper hand, so the Fourteen-Nation Alliance pinned its hopes on the powerful army, and in the crackling sound of the bottom of the ship, groups of French Army, Spanish conquistadors, and Prussian mercenaries jumped down from the broken ships without fear of death, and converged into an array on the beach, Then he made his way to the side of the city of London.

They are really in ruin, and there is no way back!

But on the horizon, facing them, the same black line was slowly revealed, and a brightly colored battle flag fluttered in the wind, riding a war horse, as a commander, Mao Xingjian, the dignified prince of the Ming Dynasty, was wearing a dark robe, and he also walked to the front line.

Behind him, the expeditionary force composed of the most elite troops of the entire Ming Dynasty, the highest army achievements in the East and the West, was drawn from various towns in Liaodong, and it was about to collide brilliantly together on this English plain!