paranoianovel Chapter 755: End of Phase 1 of the War
Chapter 755: End of Phase 1 of the War
Chapter 755: The First Phase of the War Ends
The dazzling light is like a little sun in the dark night.
In the sky, the royal spellcasters who were besieging the dragon were stunned for a moment.
"This soul-shaking power... Holy Light! It's Holy Light!"
Some people speculated with surprise: "This level of holy light, could it be that the Iron Duke invited Grand Master William of the Order of St. George to help in the battle?"
This statement soon became a widespread consensus among the people. Except for a few senior officers who knew the secret reports from MI6, almost no one could have imagined that those who used Holy Light would stand on the same side as the "devils" in Texas.
"God bless the Queen, God bless Great Britain!"
Many naval officers and soldiers showed their relief at surviving the disaster on their faces. Their morale, which had hit rock bottom after witnessing that horrific scene, finally recovered a little.
"Holy Light, please shine on me, kill those evil demons, and bring light back to the world."
"Father, Son and Holy Spirit, protect your Lamb."
They all made the sign of the cross in front of themselves. If the sincerity of their faith could be described by a number, their number would have been at most one before, but now it would have been at least ten.
"Those Texans are indeed terrifying. They were able to attract the Iron Duke and a powerful church figure of this level to join forces to encircle and suppress them."
Several knowledgeable royal mages looked solemn. This was actually not good news. The empire had already spent too much on Texas. Even if Texas had a white crystal mine, it was unknown how long it would take to make a profit.
"Look at that dragon!"
The demon dragon in the sky seemed to be attracted by the terrifying holy light and flew towards the city of New Naples without looking back.
The remaining British troops in the port all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The dragon fire just now turned most of the port into purgatory. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the burning buildings made crackling sounds.
The breastworks, fortifications, artillery positions built by the vanguard troops, the batteries and towers set up in the port could not provide any protection against the horrific demonic fire that fell from the sky.
At such a high temperature, even a steel battleship would be melted into molten iron.
No one wanted to fight with this dragon again. The bloody lesson from the last time made many people, including the royal wizards, afraid of this dragon.
roof.
"Isn't it time for this iron monster to die?"
Although the two were equally famous, Viviana was well aware that Jeanna was much stronger than she was, both in her peak period and now.
Her age is there. Strictly speaking, Jeanne lived during the Hundred Years' War.
She felt that even if it was a war machine made in Britain, there was no reason why it could withstand the holy spear of the Knight of Glory, not to mention the help of Lavinia and Prajna.
The werewolves retreated far away. Although Jeanna restrained the Holy Light from causing any harm to them, a Holy Flame of this magnitude, even if it only shone from a distance, could take away half of their lives.
"Can't die."
On the high building of the city hall, the expression of Cherylina with blue-gray hair became a little solemn. Although she had expected that this holy spear would not be able to kill the iron monster, the energy fluctuations that were rising straight up at the center of the explosion still made her a little unbelievable.
With this shot, even a dark giant like the Wolf Lord would lose half his life.
Is this Iron Duke stronger than the Wolf Lord?
At the center of the explosion, a huge steam mecha bathed in dark red rust was slowly straightening its chest. In front of him was a giant shield that was big enough to completely cover his ten-meter-tall body.
The source of the shields were the shields of kings. The shields in their hands were put together to block the attack for the Iron Duke.
Otherwise, no matter how strong the Iron Duke's defense was, he would not be able to withstand Jeanne's fatal blow without getting hurt, just like a young and strong man who, if he fell to the ground without any preparation, might break his neck.
Being prepared and being unprepared are two completely different things.
The King's Blades and King's Shields in the surrounding areas looked much more miserable. Many of the mecha's boilers had stopped operating and were emitting black smoke. Some of the huge machines were still burning with golden holy flames.
If it weren't for these King's Shields who sacrificed their lives to protect him, he would probably have been seriously injured.
The Iron Duke took a deep look at the Brilliant Knight who was becoming more and more transparent, and the rage in his heart grew more and more intense.
...
Aboard the Sea King Power.
"What do we do next?"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert's tone was full of resentment: "Your Excellency Admiral, those idiots in MI6 who only know how to ask for money have deceived us.
The information that the Texans had abandoned the coastal towns turned out to be a lie, and we had walked into a trap that the Texans had set for us.”
Admiral George sighed deeply and said, "Withdraw the troops. The soldiers have lost their will to fight. If we want to restore their fighting spirit in a short period of time, we must at least send the monastery to hold a high mass."
"Withdrawal?"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert was surprised and said, "But the French are still watching. Isn't it too early for us to withdraw like this?"
Admiral George sneered and said, "Shame on you? Look at the miserable situation in the port. If those proud Frenchmen were here, would they perform much better than our guys? They have done well enough. Do you really want my soldiers to die just for a moment of anger?"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert lowered his voice and said, "How can we explain this to Her Highness Louise? You promised to use Texas as an embellishment on her crown when she is crowned as the Grand Duchess of New England."
"What else do you want to explain? The Texans are hiding more cards than anyone expected. This is MI6's negligence. What's more, even if we wanted to continue fighting, the soldiers have no intention of fighting."
Admiral George threw the monocular to Lieutenant Colonel Robert.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert took it and looked at it, his face turned pale. The situation was worse than he had imagined. The entire port had turned into ruins. Looking around, there were almost no living people.
Their first landing force, 8,000 elite soldiers, along with the armored infantry and land cruisers built at great expense, were almost wiped out.
He tried hard to search, and suddenly a flag appeared in the telescope. It was the blue and white striped flag of the colonial government.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert was a little incredulous: "Those old-style uniforms are from the colonial state militia!"
Everyone knew the level of the colonial militia. The reason they asked them to come was simply because they were considered local tyrants. No one thought they would survive such an intense battle just now.
But something incredible happened.
Admiral George asked in confusion: "You mean, those colonial forces are completely unscathed?"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert suddenly said, "They are traitors! It must be so! If the armory in Schiffliport had not been stolen, we would not have given up our original plan to march by land. If we had marched by land, we would not have suffered such heavy losses."
"Moreover, with their strength, if the Texans hadn't deliberately let them go, they wouldn't have been able to hold on until now. And the intelligence leak is probably related to this group of colonial armed forces!"
Admiral George's expression moved slightly, not because he really believed Robert's lies, but because he had already taken the responsibility for a failure. If he failed in this landing battle, he was afraid that he would even lose his position as marshal.
So, the state militiamen who had just arrived at the shore saw a group of angry Marines pointing weapons at them.
"Put down your guns, you traitors!"
traitor?
Arthur almost immediately understood what these damn natives were planning: "Damn it, they want to use us as scapegoats!"
But understanding did not mean that he had room to resist. A group of British soldiers as ferocious as wolves and tigers easily subdued the colonial armed forces who had long been frightened by the werewolves in Texas.
"My father is Councillor Arthur! I demand to see your chief!"
He shouted loudly, but was immediately hit by a rifle butt. The British soldier who hit him cursed at him and didn't care at all about his proud background.
At this moment, Arthur suddenly realized that although he was only a second-generation immigrant from the colonies, there was already a deep gulf between them and the mainland. No matter how prominent the colonial officials and nobles were in the local area, they could not even stand up to these natives.
He stopped resisting and held his head, allowing the natives to beat him.
The rage in his heart was like the dragon flame of a demon dragon that had just flown across the sky, quickly burning throughout his chest.
"Freedom, North America must win its own freedom! If I can return alive this time, I must join the American Freedom Association!"
There are many factions in the Thirteen Colonies, but they can basically be divided into the "industrial faction", which is the northern factory owner faction in history. They are natural rebels and are suppressed by local industries, so they can only engage in some downstream industries.
However, the "industrial faction" in this world is quite weak, and most of them are controlled by the local community, and their tendency towards independence is not strong.
The other is the "Shunites", which are the southern plantation owners in history. They need cheap industrial products from the local area. The two are interdependent and their independence tendencies are not very strong.
But the fundamental reason why the two groups had a low tendency towards independence was that the British Empire was still in its heyday, and hanging Washington would not change the deep-rooted contradictions between the mainland and the colonies.
The American Liberty Association that Arthur wanted to join was an independent "industrialist" organization.