Britain is a legendary island. Even Caesar, who was named for it two thousand years ago, returned regretfully twice on this land. It was lonely outside the Western European civilization. Its impressed the Western European continent, the rough and backward development of civilizations, the crazy pirates, and the twisted coastline. This is the impression of most Western countries in this time of this neighbor.

However, most of the nobles of the army remained optimistic during this expedition. On the one hand, Britain was really behind at this time and had not completed the bourgeois revolution, which allowed the capitalist monster to expand rapidly to establish the legendary Sun-Downward Empire. In terms of strength, Britain was not as good as Spain at this time, and it was even less of an opponent of the 14-Nation Alliance.

On the other hand, according to the news from the British domestic royal party, Cromwell, the dictator who was commanding the UK at this time, was dead!

When this Lord reborn, he did have great military achievements. He led the parliamentary army to defeat the royal army and publicly executed King Charles I in his unprecedented era, but he was not a material for governing the world. In the years since he ascended the throne, the domestic economic situation continued to deteriorate, and foreign trade was excluded by the Dutch even two years ago, in terms of internal politics, he forced the parliament to be disbanded and personal dictatorship like the tyrant John I.

However, with Mao Jue in this time and space, the British bourgeoisie, who had just become more tough, was immediately coaxed by him on the Ming warship. The British became the only designated agent of the Ming Dynasty. The British in the Far East and India's free trade in India was developed rapidly, just like boiling a frog in warm water. They enjoyed the free trade dividends brought by the Ming Dynasty too much. The British bourgeoisie had gradually become a vassal of the Ming Dynasty.

Politically, Princess Mary of England was sent to the Ming Dynasty by these black-hearted parliamentary groups and became a child bride. As a result, a breakpoint appeared here in time and space. She could have ruled comfortably until 1659, until Cromwell, who died of illness, was attacked by the hopeful parliamentary counterattack and was strangled to death in a mansion outside London.

After all, he was a military dictator. After his death, the military dictator generals and parliament broke up again. In the city of London, the old royal party, parliamentary revolutionaries, and military generals were hostile to each other and fought against each other, and there was no unified organization and leadership. How could such a country respond?

As a result, the entire Western continent was optimistic about this expedition to Britain. Merchants gathered in Toulon, waiting to take over the trophy of Britain. French nobles who had conquered Britain once gathered together, holding maps to discuss how to divide the British territory after the war. Even Prince Conde, who was still imprisoned in the Ming Dynasty, was regarded by them as the best candidate for the next British king.

For Curt, he is not so optimistic. Britain still has strength. Once foreign enemies invade, the threat of dividing resources exceeds the hatred of political enemies. They will unite to fight together. This has already been precedent in history, but Curt still has the determination to win. After all, his own side has too much advantage, but it may be difficult to deal with the attack on the British inland in the later stage.

Under this kind of winning mentality, the tactics of the multinational coalition forces were formulated quite boldly, using the tactics of the late Dutch general Michel Adrian, with strength and then upstream along the Seine River and heading straight to London! One knife cut off English's head first!

It seems that the weather favored this expedition. The English Channel, which has always been stormy, was so well-behaved like a cat, and welcomed these robbers calmly. On the third day of May, it set out from Toulon, France, and on May 8, it had arrived at the bay outside the Seine River. The British fleet this time was described as overwhelming. The main battleship was 68 meters long and the two ships were 300 meters apart. Just one column pulled out more than 20 kilometers. Because there were too many warships, three columns could only advance towards the bay in parallel. At this distance, even the front ship could not see the mast of the rear ship.

The scene of mobilizing troops seemed to be scared by the British. The British Royal Navy's more than 20 main battleships and dozens of auxiliary ships had already retreated quickly after only one look near the Bay of London. This scene was even more contemptuous of the nobles who commanded the joint fleet.

Two golden tassels hung on his shoulders, and his military uniform was tied with pure gold. French General Giles proudly held up his telescope and watched these British colleagues retreat back in disgrace. Then he held up his telescope and looked at the city of London. Finally, his eyes fell on the Big Ben in front of Westminster Palace in the center of the city.

Unspeakable greed bloomed on the well-dressed Army Marshal's face, pointing at the magnificent clock, and in front of everyone, he shook his head and sighed with emotion.

"What a beautiful work of art, it is hard to imagine that there is such a treasure in this barbaric and backward country."

"It should belong to France and hang on the walls of Notre Dame!"

Giles made a hole, which attracted the Spanish Prince Philip and others to wake up from their dreams. They raised their telescopes and looked at the city of London, and divided the spoils, which wanted the golden cross on the church, the bronze statue on the street, and even planned to saw down the tower on the London Bridge and take it back to Germany, saying that it was a group of noble gentlemen, almost like a group of robbers.

However, things were surprisingly smooth. The forward fleet sailed into the bay and reached outside the London walls. There was no decent resistance. The French flagship Champagne, who rushed to the front, directly docked in the Thames Harbour area. Groups of French musketeers swaggered and occupied the empty dock.

But following the line behind, watching the French musketeers, the Spanish Army spearmen landing in Thames, Curt always felt unreal. It was too easy, right? And it was a little quiet. There was no ghost in the quiet streets of London, with a population of 350,000. Either fight or surrender. What are the British thinking?

In his mind, more than 70 years of life experience have been constantly corresponding to the scene in front of him. Various possibilities have been rejected by Curt. Even at some point, such a scene popped up in his mind. An oriental man wearing a big hat like a whale and holding a big feather fan suddenly jumped out and took two Taoist children from the East, ding dong dong and played an empty city plan for him?

But soon, Cohen drove this idea out of his mind with amusement, stepped on the corner of the Victory bow and raised his telescope again.

But this time, the smile of the old Dutch jazz froze. In the city, he finally found some popularity. Above the Castle of Westminster Palace, more than a dozen small people like ants were quickly changing the hanging national flag. A dark flag was raised next to the British flag with a rice-shaped shape. Two long beasts hugged the Chinese characters in red circles. An unknown premonition appeared in his heart. He once again stretched the monocular telescope, but Curt almost jumped up.

The two dragons ascend to heaven, with the fire ring in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. This is Mao Jue’s newly designed Ming national flag! It is also the battle flag of the Ming army!

Although I still don’t really believe that the Ming army could bypass most of the world and appear here, the uneasiness in my heart made Cohen unable to wait any longer. He rolled and crawled quickly to the stern of the boat, and sat on a life raft and descended into the cold water of the Thames River.

How arrogant are these Western nobles? French Marshal Giles, Spanish Prince Philip, Prussia Duke Andre, and Austria-Hungarian Empire. Several guys were proudly lined up under the hole-opened London wall, and the French Guards and Spanish Conqueror infantry were filled with oil paintings in the street.

Seeing Curt running over with breath, Prince Philip curled his lips a little bit twitched. However, now the Netherlands has become the French financial backer. Marshal Giles waved at him enthusiastically and asked to give up his seat.

"Sir Cohen, come here!"

Where is there any thought of painting? Cohen was so anxious that he was so angry that he smashed the crutch and shouted: "The situation has changed. The Ming army may have arrived in London first. Gentlemen, hurry up and occupy the city of London immediately!"

When Prince Philip heard this, he became even more fucked. He raised his sword with contempt and pointed at the nose of the old Dutch Lord rudely and shouted.

"How brave are the Dutch merchants?"

"Okay, anyway, the glory of occupying this city gate belongs to Spain! Lord Holyhuo, you lead the Royal Musketeers' First Company to take this London Gate, insert the sacred Spanish military flag on it and draw it!"

As he shouted, a Spanish army captain lined up to watch the side shouted a trumpet, and led a team of Spanish breastplate musketeers to strode towards the ancient Roman city gate that was opened. Seeing that they all got into the door, Philip's old face, which was covered with white lead powder and as pale as fairy, could not help but show even more disdain, while the nobles of other countries showed regrets, and at the same time looked at the sweaty old Lord Dutch, whose mocking expression was self-evident.

However, at this moment, with a bang, the gate of the city wall full of spears below fell down with a bang. The Spanish musketeer who was marching in the middle of the company had no time to hide, and was directly tied into candied haws and crushed to death under the gate of the iron railing. The captain in front turned around in shock, and the heavy footsteps suddenly remembered. When he turned around, the Ming army wearing black mandarin duck cotton armor was already appeared in front of them. Immediately, a burst of rapid sound of bean explosions wrapped in white smoke.

Listening to the screams behind Bai Yan, Coen's old and heart-wrenching roar suddenly rang in the dazed noble circle.
Chapter completed!