"Your Majesty the Queen! Ming Dynasty's warships are coming." Prime Minister Frentzen ignored the etiquette and ran into Buckingham Palace.

"Bata!"

The teacup in Queen Elizabeth's hand fell to pieces after perfectly interpreting Mr. Newton's laws.

"Is the Ming Dynasty coming to attack us?" Queen Elizabeth was extremely nervous.

"No...! I don't know!" Frentzen, who had no stuttering problem due to excessive nervousness, also began to stutter.

"The Ming Dynasty's fleet has more than a hundred ships, including three battleships. They are heading north along the coast of France and are expected to pass through the English Channel at this time tomorrow."

Frentzen wiped the sweat from his head and tried to control his emotions.

"Oh my God!" Elizabeth sat down on the chair.

Three days ago, she had just agreed to Napoleon's proposal to set up a British Expeditionary Force to participate in this war against the Ming Dynasty and the Russian Alliance.

Unexpectedly, the Ming fleet arrived so quickly.

Cross the English Channel!

In other words, at this time tomorrow, London will be under the gunfire of Ming warships.

"Mobilize all warships to prepare for the Ming Dynasty's war." The Queen's husband, Duke Winston, shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency, we...our Royal Navy warships simply cannot compete with the Ming Dynasty." Lord Admiralty Churchill said in a low voice.

"They have battleships, don't we? Didn't we buy one of Ming's battleships?

You eggless rats, do you want heretics to run rampant in England?

Do you want the descendants of the Anglo-Saxons to speak pagan languages?" Winston roared so loudly that Churchill, the Lord Admiralty, did not even dare to raise his head.

"Duke Winston, that's not what happened.

The battleships we purchased were purchased from the Rothschild family and bought to Israel in our British name.

Moreover, the battleship had been handed over to Israel and was sunk by the Ming Dynasty in the Aegean Sea.

England now has only three cruisers and a dozen destroyers available.

Cruisers can still resist for a while. To battleships, those destroyers are no different than small sampans floating on the sea.

The Royal Navy... is unable to stop the actions of the Ming Navy." Admiralty Minister Churchill's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Bastard, bastard. How could the great Royal Navy let you do this? Churchill, you are a sinner of England.

The sinner of the Anglo-Saxons!

Hang you!

You must be hanged!" Duke Winston's roar could be heard throughout the hall.

"Dear Her Majesty the Queen, there is nothing I can do.

In the past five years, the empire's allocation to the navy has been so low that it is difficult to maintain the current fleet size.

Not to mention, building new battleships.

Even among the existing warships, many are old and cannot withstand a battle!

Her Majesty the Queen! I can’t help it either.”

Churchill quickly argued that he knew that Duke Winston was really capable of sending him to the guillotine.

"Now is not the time to study who will be sent to the gallows, but to think clearly about how England will deal with tomorrow's Ming Dynasty fleet.

If they really come to attack us, how should we respond?" Queen Elizabeth stroked her forehead.

With blue eyes, she glanced at her husband, Duke Winston.

"Now, the most important thing is to mobilize the expeditionary force to defend London. At the same time, contact the French government. If the Ming Dynasty attacks us, they will attack the Ming Dynasty army from behind.

The English Channel is not wide, so this can be done."

"Okay, contact the French government immediately."

At this moment! Paris is plunged into chaos like London.

The Ming people are coming, and their huge fleet is coming.

They are swimming along the coast of France, seemingly ready to pounce and bite France at any moment.

Napoleon did the same thing as Elizabeth. He quickly contacted the British government, hoping that when the Ming Dynasty attacked France, Britain could help.

The French army, which was originally preparing to move east, had to deploy defenses along the Atlantic Ocean, fearing that the Ming Dynasty would land on the French coast.

"Normandy! Will definitely land in Normandy."

"Calais! The landing place must be Calais."

In Napoleon's headquarters, there were constant quarrels among the generals.

"I think it's better to go to Calais." Murat moved closer to Napoleon and stared at the huge sand table like Napoleon.

"Who knows...!" Napoleon held the edge of the sand table with both hands, his brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape.

"Damn it, why has this time come? Could it be that Ming wants to take action first?"

"It's a little strange that such a large fleet from the Ming Dynasty came straight over. They have no logistical supplies!

If a fight breaks out, will they have to rely on long sea transportation insurance?"

Napoleon turned around and pointed to the huge map of Europe hanging on the wall.

"Their main supply base is Crete, and beyond that is Gibraltar.

However, the Ming Dynasty never regarded it as an advance base! Recently, there is news that the Ming Dynasty will hand it over to the Moors.

I don't understand. What are they here for? These ships can't carry more than 100,000 people.

Are the Ming people so arrogant that they think one hundred thousand people can defeat France?"

"Perhaps they are heading for the British," Murat said, shrugging his shoulders.

"The British? Are the British so easy to bully?" Although Napoleon always looked down on the British, the huge British Empire would not be defeated by a hundred thousand people.

And this is tens of thousands of troops with almost no logistical supplies!

The British are just clay dolls and cannot be defeated.

"Uh...!" Murat also looked down on the British, but he also felt that the British were unlikely to be defeated by only tens of thousands of Ming troops.

Having such an idea is a bit nonsense.

"What exactly are they trying to do? The Ming Dynasty's Generalissimo is definitely not someone who would put tens of thousands of troops to death so hastily."

Napoleon, who had been fighting all his life, couldn't figure out what the Ming fleet was going to do.

"The British sent a telegram, saying that if they land in Britain, they hope that we will assist Britain." Murat took the telegram from the adjutant's hand.

"Bullshit! How many ships are there in our navy? Plus the British navy, it's not enough to attack two battleships.

Not to mention, there are three destroyers in this fleet.

Call the British back, if the Ming army attacks them, France will definitely lend a helping hand."

Now Napoleon was somewhat looking forward to letting this Ming army attack Britain. In any case, it would be good to eliminate tens of thousands of Ming troops.

If the French navy was not weaker, Napoleon even wanted to send French troops to intercept and kill this fleet.

It is conceivable that Napoleon gave up this idea after seeing the power of three battleships.

A single hit from the battleship's shell can send the destroyer to the bottom of the sea.

"Should we defend Calais or Normandy?" Murat quickly asked Napoleon for instructions.

Troop deployment takes time, and there is no time to discuss it.

"Mobilize the expeditionary force and put them all on the defensive. We must not let the Ming Dynasty take advantage of it!" Napoleon ordered decisively.

No matter how elite the Ming army was, it could not be an opponent of hundreds of thousands of French troops.

With a strength comparison of ten to one, if they lose this battle, France will deserve to be destroyed.

"yes!"

Murat quickly agreed.

Britain and France were in a panic. They were mobilizing their upcoming expeditionary forces and entering coastal defense positions to prepare for the incoming huge Ming army fleet.

"Sir, the reconnaissance airship came back. The French and British have strengthened coastal defenses, and they also opened fire on our airship.

But our airship is at high altitude and cannot be reached by their anti-aircraft guns."

"Oh! These grandsons are afraid that we will go ashore and beat them up. What a pity! There are too few of us, otherwise I would really go ashore and beat them up."

When the fleet arrived in the English Channel, it was later than expected. It was completely dark!

What does the Navy mean by economic speed?

Mangui didn't know what economic speed was. Anyway, if you go to the sea on horseback, you won't have a good day.

Now Mangui wants to go ashore as soon as possible.
To be continued...