paranoianovel Chapter 747 Login
Chapter 747 Login
Chapter 747 Login
Port of New Naples, Texas.
More than three hundred colonial militiamen in red have taken over this once prosperous port.
This is the largest external communication hub of the Republic of Texas. In the past, countless grains, cotton, wheat, leather, and raw meat were transported from here in exchange for various industrial products.
Today, it is empty, and the Lone Star flag belonging to the Texans has been replaced by the Stars and Stripes of the Thirteen Colonies.
A group of red-coated soldiers stood in the empty port, waiting boredly.
"Colonel Arthur, those natives are so arrogant. They told us that the Texans have retreated inland, so we can just land there without worry. But they still let us come here to feed the mosquitoes."
"We only have about 300 people, and the Knights are not following us. If there is a Wolf Tribe centurion, we have to report him here."
Colonel Arthur sighed and ignored his subordinates' complaints.
The state militia suffered a defeat and lost its arsenal, which indirectly led to a major rebellion of black slaves, and half of Louisiana and Mississippi became a wasteland.
If it weren't for the Knights of St. George, he would have taken the blame. Even if his father was a high-ranking colonial official, his best outcome would have been to return to Arkansas and become a farmer.
Countless flares suddenly fell in the dark and quiet port, illuminating the entire town in every detail.
The militiamen covered their eyes and felt that everything in front of them was white.
"No enemies have been found so far, everything is safe."
Soldiers in tan uniforms quickly spread out on the shore and set up makeshift fortifications, but no one came up to greet them.
Arthur hesitated and was about to go forward to report the situation when he heard a loud roar coming from the dark sea in front of him.
Like a terrifying sea beast emerging from the deep sea, the steel behemoth spewed black smoke and rolled over the soft sand. Counterintuitively, its heavy tracks only left two shallow marks.
This war machine, which was completely beyond the capabilities of the colonial militia, shocked the militiamen and made them open their eyes wide.
The hatch of the cruiser opened, and out walked armored infantrymen wearing steam armor.
They held chainsaws and swords in their hands and carried small-caliber artillery on their backs. Under their steel masks, their eyes flashing red light looked around vigilantly.
It was not until the armored infantrymen wearing "sense evil" goggles gave the "safe" gesture that the soldiers who were on high alert relaxed. They did not believe a single bit of the intelligence reported by the colonial militia.
"Send a message to the main force. No enemy ambush has been detected. Everything is normal. We can proceed with the subsequent landing."
"Haha, these wolf cubs have been scared out of their wits by us."
"Be careful, it's a full moon tonight, and the wolf cubs will become stronger. If they get into the crowd, the ship's guns won't be able to support us."
The local troops started talking at once, completely ignoring the embarrassed red-coated soldiers under the searchlight.
After waiting for a long time, a lieutenant came up and asked: "You must be Colonel Arthur, take your men to stand guard and go to where you should go. The main force is coming."
Being ordered by a lieutenant, Arthur had no choice but to obey. Even though he was a colonial colonel and his father was a high-ranking colonial official, he did not have the confidence to stand up in front of this local lieutenant.
As the message came back, Land Cruiser after Land Cruiser landed on the beach.
The overall shape of this land cruiser is similar to the tanks of World War I, but it is larger in size and carries more artillery. It is another cutting-edge product of the Big Ben Science Institute, designed specifically for offensive operations.
There are a total of forty-nine vehicles deployed in the expeditionary force, each carrying twelve armored infantrymen, and they are the backbone of the expeditionary army.
The 8,000 soldiers of the vanguard gradually deployed and occupied various key points in the entire port. Colonel Arthur and his men were driven to an insignificant position.
"These local guys don't trust us at all."
"If you don't take us seriously, why don't you just let us come?"
The militiamen complained that they would rather work as cowboys for the farmers than have to fight the terrifying Texans with outdated weapons and meager military funds.
Colonel Arthur could only try his best to appease them. The state militia really didn't want this job, but he was different. Without these soldiers under his command, he, a colonel in name only, would be less valuable than a local second lieutenant.
"Spread out! Clear a space!"
Lieutenant Colonel Scott, with a sullen face, shouted loudly, and soon a team of royal wizards came down from the hall. They began to arrange complicated magic arrays in full swing, using precious high-purity magic stones as if they were free of charge.
They are setting up a teleportation array that is far superior to the ones used by Kings Philip and Richard in the Middle Ages in terms of both scale and distance.
Space magic is difficult to get started with, and even harder to master.
However, after so many years of systematic training at the Royal Mage Academy, it should not be a problem for it to produce a team of entry-level space spellcasters.
Traditional spellcasters have no systematic teaching, and even if they have good talents, it is difficult for them to acquire knowledge. They can only move forward by groping. Moreover, if they fail to find a good student, their skills cannot be passed on, and can only benefit explorers who will arrive many years later.
The Royal Mage Academy is different. It selects those with good or average talents and teaches them separately. The vast majority, even those with poor talents, can master one or two good spells and can play a role in teamwork, and there will be no regrets if they sacrifice.
The high and mighty spellcaster was reduced to a pawn.
As ripples appeared in the space, armored infantrymen that looked like the Iron Duke but were obviously much smaller and only seven meters tall walked out.
Their steel armor was printed with the dark blue flag of the United Kingdom, and there were even traces of dried blood on the teeth of their huge chainsaw swords.
Suddenly someone sent a signal from the lighthouse, and the expression of the team leader, Lieutenant Colonel Scott, changed immediately.
"Enemy ships approaching!"
"It's the French fleet stationed in the colony of Cuba!"
"Damn the French!"
The British soldiers on the coast were on alert.
Today's world is isolated. On the surface, the conflict between France and Germany is the most irreconcilable, but in the final analysis, it is the conflict between Britain and France. The most recent war between the two countries was the War of the Spanish Succession.
In this war, the British lost an important fulcrum in the Mediterranean, the Strait of Gibraltar, and their land ally, the Habsburg Dynasty, was also firmly blocked on the border, failing to achieve effective results.
The result was that France not only gained a huge new territory close to its homeland, but also inherited Spain's colonial heritage. Countries in South America and Central America all added French claims.
Spain failed to pick up its sphere of influence in Latin America because of its decline, but after becoming the Franco-Spanish United Kingdom, Spain's shortcomings in national strength no longer existed. Once the entire Latin America and North African territories were integrated, France was fully capable of challenging the British throne of hegemony both at sea and on land, not to mention that the French also won over the behemoth Tsarist Russia as an ally.
In short, although Britain is still the world hegemon, the French are no longer rushing on the tragic road, but are following closely behind the British and are always ready to wash away the shame of the Austro-French War and reshape the world order.
Although the French fleet quietly anchored on the sea was small in number, the fluttering fleur-de-lis flag still made every British soldier dare not be careless.
"Sir, the French have sent a signal asking why we invaded Texas territory without any reason."
The lieutenant colonel's face was livid: "Tell them that we have entered a state of war with Texas. This place has been designated as a war zone. If the French make any unusual moves, they should think carefully about whether their fleet will be swallowed up by us!"
After a while, the signalman came over with an ugly look on his face.
"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the French said that they are just on a routine cruise and this is not our territorial waters. We have no right to interfere with their free navigation. Unless the Republic of Texas protests, they will not withdraw from the New Mexico Gulf."
"Damn Gallic chicken!"
The lieutenant colonel spat, "Connect me to Admiral George."
No one could have imagined that the British conquest of a mere colonial regime would become a terrible foreshadowing of the Agadir Crisis in the original world line.