I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Francis turned his head and hugged his comrade-in-arms Thomson from St. Giles Parish in London, or the slums of St. Giles, like himself.

They grew up on the streets and joined the army to survive.

Then, fortunately, with the blood of the colonists and the heads of other comrades in arms, I got my current status - a junior officer of the army.

It can be said that everything today is hard-won.

"Oh, thank God, it was God's will that these bloodthirsty heathens stopped attacking!"

"They must know that if they sink this troop carrier with 700 people on board, they will end up fighting the Empire forever!"

"That's right, they have no reason to work hard for the Germans!"

"We are safe now. Even if the Ming people have modern weapons, they are still the same cowardly Chinese as the Qing!"

Just when the two were about to take off their underwear and make a simple white flag to avoid accidental injury when the Ming people captured them, Francis felt that the hull under his feet seemed to be lifted instantly.

A white wave surging from the bottom of the sea rose to midair against the side of the ship. Before Francis could grab the railing, he heard a crisp sound of metal breaking in the distance.

I saw a frigate on the left front, the deck was broken from the middle.

"God! It's a torpedo! We're under torpedo attack!"

No one knows why the Ming people were able to use torpedoes to hit the target at a distance of nearly two kilometers.

But with such a silent attack and amazing destructive power, there is no doubt that the break of the frigate is the masterpiece of torpedoes.

The soldiers on the "Goodman Winston" could clearly see that the broken and raised keel of the frigate, and the split hull was sinking rapidly.

"Damn it, the Ming people are not going to let us go, they are just testing new weapons!" Francis turned his head in despair, only to find that Thomson had disappeared.

"Help me, Francis!" Thomson yelled frantically, and most of his body had fallen off the deck.

A huge wave from the frigate's hit swept him overboard.

"Help bro, we got Spanish sores together in Malay, we played goats together in Afghanistan, we're best friends! And I lent you fifteen pounds and sevenpence!"

With all his strength, Thomson put out an arm to wrap around the old chap's ankle, hoping to be pulled up.

However, what awaited him was a face-to-face iron fist.

Seeing the old man plopping into the waves, Francis clapped his hands and said softly, "Now, my debt is paid off."

……

In the wheelhouse of the "Good Man Winston", Dwight David, the commander of the 23rd Infantry Regiment, looked livid.

At present, the establishment of the British Army is changing from regiment to division.

An organization like the 23rd Infantry Regiment is not a "regiment" in the true sense, but a regiment similar to Robert Lee's Northern Virginia regiment, with a large number of people.

The 23rd Infantry Regiment is a regiment with a long history. It was formed in 1800 and participated in two Napoleonic Wars with outstanding achievements.

Because the mascot is a goat, it is also known as the "Royal Goat" infantry regiment.

This is one of the few regiments in the British Army that has been dubbed "Royal", which has always made them proud.

But today, Dwight realized that he might die for his country in this blue sea.

"General, our semaphore requesting surrender has not received any response..."

Dwight closed his eyes in despair.

After a long time, he suddenly ordered, "For the sake of the Queen, I order that 'Good Winston' immediately crash into the enemy ship at full speed!"

"Oh shit, do you know what you're talking about?"

The captain of the "Good Man Winston" said angrily, "I am a lieutenant colonel of the Royal Navy, there is no need to take orders from you, a brigadier general!"

"But you have to obey this!"

Dwight took out his gun and put it on the captain's temple, "The 'Good Man Winston' weighs 23000 tons, while Mingren's warship only has more than 1 tons! 2 vs. 1, I have the advantage! Give me Collide!"

……

Francis had just finished dealing with his debts when he suddenly discovered in horror that the cruise ship actually accelerated.

This is not the direction of escape, this is...

Because high-power tweeters are export products with "significant military strategic value", except for a small amount owned by the allies of Ming Dynasty, countries such as Britain and France obtained very few tweeters from the black market.

Certainly not on the Goodman Winston.

Therefore, in today's chaotic situation, military orders can no longer be communicated well to the soldier level.

The Army itself lacks the training to fight on the water.

After guessing the intentions of the officers, the army soldiers turned around like headless chickens.

The few naval soldiers immediately went to snatch the lifeboats on board.

However, these lifeboats have been destroyed by Brigadier General Dwight.

It is useless if it is not destroyed. Mingren's speedboat is swimming outside. If you get on a boat, it means you will be captured alive.

Judging from the ferocity shown by the Ming people today, it is self-evident what it means to be captured alive.

After the "Good Man Winston", I am afraid there will be another "Good Man Dwight".

Instead of being tortured by the barbaric orientals, it is better to bloom the last splendor for the glory of the British Empire!

Dwight put away the binoculars and quietly waited for the arrangement of fate.

Unexpectedly, even though the "Good Man Winston" had put on an obvious stance, Mingren's giant ship still did not move to evade.

It didn't even drop its cannons, or fire its torpedoes.

800 m.

500 m.

300 m.

200 meters...

The distance between the two behemoths is getting closer and closer.

The air was so heavy that it was almost hard to breathe.

Finally, there was no distance between the two ships.

Dwight could even see clearly that in the conning tower of this giant Ming ship, there was an elegant Ming commander holding a cup of coffee.

He was tall and young, but he was already showing signs of balding.

Dwight rubbed his eyes.

He seemed to see that the oriental man raised his coffee cup to himself with a smile on his face.

There was no trace of tension on his face, let alone fear.

That kind of smile is so eerie that it makes the hairs explode.

At this moment, Dwight regretted his recklessness, and thanked himself for being decisive.

……

"Cannon? Torpedo?"

Morishita put the coffee on the table, put on white gloves, lightly buttoned the general's cap, and sighed softly, "My ship was ordered to hit your ship, this is the strongest weapon of the Shenzhou-class heavy battleship..."

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, Beiyinzhou shook violently, and it took nearly half a minute before it resumed its smooth sailing.

Lifting the coffee cup, most of the coffee in it has been spilled.

"What a pity, what a pity, good Haitian coffee!"

Morishita shook his head and drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

Chapter 655 This is a life-and-death war

December 12, 25:10 a.m. London time.

When Old Churchill was driving to the Palace of Westminster to give a speech to Parliament, almost all the broadcasts in London broadcasted two pieces of news:

"Fortress Sovo in Wisconsin was breached by heavy artillery from the Ming Dynasty, the remnants of General Oliver retreated to Chicago, and the second largest industrial city in the thirteen states faced the Ming Dynasty soldiers!"

"Yesterday evening, the Atlantic Fleet of the Ming Dynasty sank the Chinese cruise ship 'Goodman Winston'. Of the 4700 army officers and soldiers on board, 68 naval officers and soldiers, and the 350 officers and soldiers on the two frigates accompanying the ship, all but one Except for a lieutenant named Joseph Thompson who was lucky enough to be rescued, all the rest were killed."

All of London was stunned by the reports on the morning radio news, and they could hardly believe what they heard.

On the Atlantic Ocean, in the inland sea of ​​the British Empire, the Ming people launched a despicable and shameless attack on the troop carriers of the British Empire!

It was the worst tragedy and the worst humiliation in the history of the Empire.

For war, everyone has their own expectations.

It would not have been so unacceptable if those 4700 had died in an encounter.

But they couldn't even fight back, so they died in the Atlantic Ocean with their people and boats.

The entire corps instantly melted!

Just like the few monarchs who started the First World War in history, no one would have thought that the intensity of this war would be so much higher than before. In the end, four dynasties would be buried, the blood of France would be drained, and the empire on which the sun never sets would be wiped out. Fallen altar.

As the war progresses, the war is expected to slide towards the edge of the unknown.

The British realized for the first time that it was possible for the Ming people to cross the Atlantic Ocean and pose a threat to the British mainland.

The Sunset Invasion is doable, and highly doable!

Costless, unilateral aggression and plunder are becoming a thing of the past.

The conflict between Britain and the Ming Dynasty is no longer a conflict of agents, no longer a conflict of colonies, but a conflict of life and death in which the flames of war will spread to the British Isles at any time!

When Churchill extinguished his cigar and walked slowly through the hall with the help of his eldest son, Major James Churchill, a fellow friend of the Prince of Wales because he was too fat, there was a murmur of discussion in the entire Palace of Westminster.

The Palace of Westminster is an ancient palace and the place where the British Parliament was held after the monarchy in 1689.

Churchill has been questioned countless times in his life, but never once like today.

The empire spent as much as 1200 million pounds on supporting the Qing Dynasty and the balance of the Far East, which was close to 2.2% of the total budget of England in the past four years and 0.9% of the total budget of the empire.

This is of course a staggering number, but what did the empire get?

The legal regime of the Qing Dynasty had been overthrown, and the new Tartar Song regime paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty, joined the Three Emperors Alliance, and declared war on the British Empire and its allies.

The Jehol Arsenal, Datong Ordnance Factory, Luanping Coal Mine, Tangshan Iron and Steel Factory, etc., which were established with British taxpayers' money, were all handed over to the Ming Dynasty.

And according to the news in the newspapers of the Ming Dynasty, these factories have not suffered any damage at all.

When the British experts evacuated, they just ran for their lives and didn't waste any time destroying the equipment.

Even if there is a slight damage, Ming engineers can always find an oiled paper bag from nowhere, which contains a complete set of drawings.

It was only because the engineers of the Ming Dynasty believed that the technical indicators of the British equipment could not meet the standards of the Ming Dynasty after the on-site inspection, and the products produced could not be seamlessly connected with the Ming Dynasty's industrial network, and had to be upgraded, so they did not resume production immediately.

It can be said that the money that Britain invested in the Far East, instead of being bullets fired at the Ming, became the spoils of the Ming, and turned into torpedoes fired by the Ming navy at the Imperial Navy!

It's all due to the fat man on the stage, he is the person in charge of the empire's Far East plan, the train-mouthed Sebbins Churchill!

Old Churchill doesn't seem to be affected in any way.

He climbed up the pulpit ramp and walked to his speaking position.

Facing the dark crowd, he stood there with a stern and stern expression, his eyes staring straight ahead.

Old Churchill supported the podium, and suddenly took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

Suddenly, dissatisfied voices rang out in the venue.

But Churchill didn’t seem to have heard of it, but said lightly: “Cuban cigars, gentlemen, cherish their taste, soon, there will be no Cuban cigars in London.”

His eyes looked around the hall for a moment, looking at Queen Victoria with a beak mask sitting in the front row, members of the cabinet, justices of the Supreme Court, and diplomatic envoys from France, Russia, Austria, Belgium and other countries, and then looked up. Look at the auditorium in the balcony hall, which is full of seats.

There, reporters from famous big newspapers such as London Times, Daily Telegraph, Morning Post, etc. were holding pens and preparing to sketch.

Churchill knew that they would not miss any word from himself, the British Prime Minister.

Then there are the journalists of the new but already successful British National Broadcasting Corporation, BBC Radio.

Those cumbersome recording equipment had long been placed on the side of the podium, and they had been authorized to broadcast live this speech on the fate of the British Empire to the citizens of London.

Within the range covered by the national signal broadcasting tower of the Empire, the petty bourgeoisie and the petty aristocrats who bought radios were all waiting for the unfamiliar yet familiar voice on the radio.