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

Chapter 871

boom -

A huge explosion sounded over London.

With the fall of Ireland, the Ming Dynasty advance army also appeared in Scotland, and now the sky over London is naturally no longer safe.

The Red Baron, flying from Dublin, could barely make it to London to complete a bomb drop.

However, the bombing time cannot exceed 10 minutes, otherwise it may face the dilemma of insufficient fuel to return to the voyage.

Moreover, in order to load more fuel on the aircraft itself, it also led to a serious shortage of flight ammunition.

only……

Although the ammunition of the Ming aircraft is limited, the aircraft of the Ming Dynasty is unlimited.

Trade quantity for quality, and ravage the skies of London with machine sea tactics.

Not counting Morishita pleasure planes like the Kamikaze, in just five years, the number of high-performance aircraft of the Ming Dynasty Xiaolong 5 and above has soared from less than 3000 before to more than [-] now.

The number of land-based aircraft deployed in Ireland has reached 700, including carrier-based aircraft, the total number exceeds 1200.

If it is only about the quantity, the total number of planes of Daming may have surpassed the number of rabbits of later generations.

Of course, this kind of statement is probably as ridiculous as "the Japanese had aircraft carriers 80 years ago, and the Chinese still regard aircraft carriers as treasures".

The real situation is that a J-20 can be worth as much as a plane from the Ming Dynasty.

If the fuel and missiles are sufficient, a J-20 can easily destroy the Royal Air Force of the Ming Dynasty, which Zhu Fugui is proud of.

Da da da.

The newly modified anti-aircraft machine gun of the War Department fired a tentative round, and then misfired.

"What a rubbish invention!"

The machine gunner cursed a few words, then quickly withdrew from the ditch, covering his head.

Although the water-cooling problem that has been plagued by the British military industry has been solved, things like anti-aircraft machine guns have finally proved to be useless.

There are two reasons.

One is the lack of range.

This point could have been compensated by the reduction in altitude when the Ming plane dived and bombed the target.

However, the Ming Air Force bombed the city of London in rounds like a revolving lantern, and did not use the technique of dive bombing.

Because the London Bombing was originally intended to attack the enemy's rear and destroy the enemy's will to fight. Similar to the Tokyo Bombing, naturally it doesn't pay attention to the hit rate.

Drop bombs at will, bombing indiscriminately.

This, of course, does not require a dive.

In addition to this, there is a more important reason why anti-aircraft machine guns are useless on the battlefield.

That is, the arsenal of the British Empire can no longer supply so many bullets.

If it is ground-to-ground, the machine gun can still hear the sound anyway, and it is indeed cost-effective when combined with barbed wire and bunkers.

Can be empty...

That is a bottomless pit that swallows gold!

Is the British Empire poor?

In theory, it is not poor, at least not to the point of exhaustion.

A Lihui's shock therapy actually saved the British government's finances.

They completely overdrawn the last national reputation of the century-old empire, and used national debt and other means to plunder the only gold reserves of British citizens and a certain dead Austrian emperor.

Therefore, in the treasury of the British Empire, in the queen's private estate, and in the safes of the real Tianlong people, there are even more hard currencies such as gold and jewelry than before the war.

But when the whole country is paralyzed, even gold cannot be turned into bullets in machine guns.

What's more, who is so stupid to take the lead in dissipating the family wealth and destroying the family for the country?

If the old uncle Chongzhen knew about it underground, he would hang on a crooked neck tree looking at the smoky city of London and sneer.

The only difference is that Zhu Youjian really has no money.

Victoria is really rich...

boom--

A bomb falls on the Horseshoe Brewery, reducing a dilapidated warehouse to ashes.

This bomb from Daming is unfortunate.

Because it didn't destroy any valuable targets except for smashing some masonry and long-hardened feces.

It was a bomb that lost money completely, and died less than a feather.

Horseshoe Ale is a slightly bitter beer favored by working-class Londoners.

And the secret to its reputation is also very simple, that is cheap.

A penny can buy a bucket full.

However, the rampant behavior of the upper-class gentlemen destroyed London's financial system and also destroyed the Horseshoe Brewery.

Even without Daming's bombing, this brewery, which had been closed for many months, could hardly escape the fate of slowly rotting away.

A few children poked their heads out of the ruined walls and began to look for useful things.

They come from the surrounding slums, and their parents are workers or small handicraft practitioners.

But under the tyranny of the damned fat pig Churchill, their parents' income has become more and more meager.

It is of course very dangerous to find supplies under artillery fire, but it is only after the shells fall that good things can be found.

Confucius said that tyranny is fiercer than a tiger, and Liu Zongyuan said that tyranny is stronger than a king cobra.

Obviously, the tyranny of the British government is far more terrifying than Ming's bombs.

A boy with freckles suddenly cheered: "Look, I found shrapnel from the Ming bomb. It's made of iron, and it can be exchanged for a lot..."

The boy originally wanted to say that he could exchange a lot of money.

But on second thought, isn't money such a thing worse than waste paper?

So he changed his words: "We can get bread from Old John, or cotton cloth!"

The children hula gathered around and hurriedly continued to search for shrapnel nearby.

This place is not just a group of scavengers, they must search before the big kids arrive.

"Hey, Jimmy, come and see if there is a painting on this piece of iron?"

The little girl Emily made a new discovery, and quickly called the leader of the group of children, the freckled boy Jimmy who was the first to discover the shrapnel.

Written on the scorched shrapnel were words they didn't recognize.

However, around those words, there are still many immature pictures drawn, which are simple and easy to understand.

Obviously, these pictures should also come from the hands of a group of children.

In the picture, the simply outlined Piggy Page family is heading to the zoo to play in a car.

There are lions, tigers, elephants and giraffes in the zoo.

Jimmy also got to know these animals after going to a circus with his parents for a long time.

That trip to the circus is one of Jimmy's fondest memories.

"Look, there are pictures on this piece of shrapnel too!"

"It's Daddy Pig and Mummy Pig preparing pork chops for Peppa's picnic! It's so mouth watering. I haven't eaten meat in ages..."

Just when the children were longing for the beautiful life in the picture, there were a few curses from a distance.

When the children saw that it was the older kid picking up garbage, they quickly picked up some shrapnel and ran towards the muddy alley.

Old John is the rag king who recycles all kinds of rags in the slums. He is a very stingy old man.

"I can only give you two black bread, which is already the most merciful price."

"But Mr. John, these are steel products from Daming, which are much better than those produced by Fred Steel Factory..."

"Then save these hard things for dinner!"

Old John ignored the children's yelling at all, and took up a stick to drive them away.

"Well, two brown buns are two black buns!"

Jimmy reluctantly accepts lower and lower offers.

"wait!"

When Jimmy was about to leave with the black bread in his arms, Old John suddenly stopped him.

Old John took a pair of glasses from the rack, wiped them with a rag, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

He wears glasses and stares at Jimmy's auburn hair for a moment, then nods subtly.

"Your expression is very strange!"

Jimmy frowned, feeling disgusted instinctively, and turned around and ran away.

Looking at the back of the boy going away, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of Old John's mouth.

If you are an old resident who has lived in this slum for more than seven or eight years, you will definitely remember that the grocery store run by Old John originally belonged to a Jewish couple.

During the massacre seven or eight years ago, Old John obtained part of their property, or inheritance, by reporting on the Jewish couple.

Everyone remembers clearly that it was Old John himself who pulled the only young daughter of the neighbor couple out of the closet and sent him to the "bathhouse".

Regarding these "merits", Old John did not shy away from them at all.

Looting other people's wealth is originally a power bestowed by God on advanced nations, not to mention that what they do is completely legal.

It can be said that he robbed with a privateer certificate issued by Her Majesty the Queen and endorsed by the Prime Minister. I was just doing what my ancestors did.

But now, Old John realized that a new opportunity to plunder appeared in front of him.

A Scottish family...

Although it doesn't look oily, at least some fresh soap can be put on the shelf...

Because of the successive "rebellions" in Ireland and Scotland, the British government has become increasingly worried about the Celtic descendants.

Just two days ago, Old John listened to his son, Little John, who worked in the Internal Affairs Bureau of Socrates (commonly known as the London Metropolitan Police Department), that an order to hunt down the Celtics would probably be issued soon.

After killing the fat sheep of the Jews, the vitality of the empire still has not recovered.

Although the Celtics are just a skinny hen, they can still fill their stomachs at critical times...

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"The people of the country are miserable, so should your family members be the same!"

"Everyone listen to me, Her Majesty the Queen never wants the people to suffer like this. It is the privileged faction around him, the damn fat pig Churchill who concealed the plight of the people from her and the true national conditions, which led to today's situation!"

"The people who carried supplies for the European battlefield on the Thames, the soldiers who fought the German army outside Paris, their wives and sons were still starving at home!

Little did they know that the ferocious Ming people had already moved south from Scotland, and they were pressing on every step of the way!

Today we are going to kill the traitors of the country and let Her Majesty know the incompetence of Churchill's government! "

Jimmy took the only half of the black bread left after distribution in his arms and rushed home.

Someone was shouting again in the square in front of the chapel.

Jimmy heard that there have been a lot of people like this recently, and the police are too lazy to deal with them.

They put up a few wooden boxes and can stand on them and talk endlessly all afternoon.

This is still a slum, and in a bigger church square, there will be more such guys.

Only the whistling of Ming planes could keep them quiet for a while.

When Jimmy passed by in a hurry, a young man wearing a stand-up collar shirt suddenly asked loudly to the speaker on the wooden box:

"But our Queen is almost 60 years old, and she has no healthy offspring. How could she lead us to punish Churchill the fat pig? How could she lead us to resist the Great Khan of the Ming Dynasty?"