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Chapter 782 Farce

Chapter 782 Farce

As the majestic expeditionary command ship "London" took off again, the expeditionary force, which had rested for half a month, regrouped and marched across the Texas border in a mighty force.

The steel behemoth rolled over the mound, and the army soldiers in tan uniforms, holding the Union Jack, followed like a tide.

Inside the London.

Admiral George was frowning and said, "A scout of the Knights of St. George was destroyed. It is said that the enemy also includes the paladins sent by the French. The Texas Rangers who come and go like the wind have already grasped our movements. I am worried that they will ambush and attack our vanguard."

Marshal Julian said disdainfully: "Your Excellency, those Texas cowboys are just a group of guerrillas. Even if they know our movements, do they dare to deploy their troops and leave their turtle shells to fight us in the field?"

"You have to understand that the hegemony of the sky now belongs to us. It is impossible for them to make some small moves under our noses."

Admiral George pinched his brows and said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Marshal, I was overthinking it."

Marshal Julian shook his head, thinking that the previous series of failures had greatly undermined the veteran's confidence.

At this time, Colonel Brown walked into the command room with a telegram: "Your Excellency Marshal, urgent message from New England!"

Marshal Julian took the telegram and read it. He frowned at first, but soon relaxed: "The rebels in New England took advantage of our absence and started a rebellion."

Admiral George said with some concern: "The Quebec Division, the New Brunswick Division, and the Virginia Division are all important forces to suppress the local resistance forces. If we transfer them to our army, it is normal for those rebellious people who do not respect the emperor to revolt."

"Should we send a floating fleet to suppress it?"

Marshal Julian had a strange look on his face. He was usually serious, but a hint of laughter and tears appeared on his face. "I haven't finished yet, Admiral. The rebels captured the local police station and surrounded the local parliament, but Councillor Bahamut climbed over the wall and held a meeting to veto the proposal to secede from the empire. The meeting passed unanimously, and when the Marines stationed nearby arrived, the rebels laid down their weapons and surrendered."

Admiral George's mouth twitched: "It's just like a farce. I suspect that this was directed and acted out by that group of people."

Julian sneered, "Yes, I suspect so too. The inferior people in the colonies can only resort to such unseemly means, hoping that the mainland can loosen the reins around their necks."

After Admiral George laughed, he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "But this is a dangerous signal."

Although the North American colonies share the same culture and ethnicity with the mainland, the mainland has no intention of developing North America into a new "British Empire."

In addition to requiring the colonies to export only primary agricultural products such as cotton, fur, meat, coffee, and cocoa to the local area, a strict grading system was also established to raise import standards. Many farmers had to work hard to transport their goods to the port, but if their connections were not strong enough, they could only sell them at the price of "inferior" or "second-rate" products.

At the same time, the mainland also passed legislation to greatly restrict all manufacturing industries except for food industries such as flour and brewing, including restricting the immigration of skilled workers from the mainland and raising tariffs, making the industrial base of the colonies quite weak.

This series of measures could not but arouse the resentment of the new generation of "powerful people" who grew up in the colonies.

The reason why it was suppressed so easily was nothing more than the lessons learned from the First War of Independence, the heyday of the British Empire, and people's fear of war.

Many immigrants to the American colonies originally came to escape war, and the horrific destruction brought to the southern states by the black slave riots further deepened people's awareness of this point.

No matter how bad the order is, it is better than chaos.

"North America is too big. During the First War of Independence, there were only 13 colonies with a population of only three million. Now, it encompasses almost all of North America with a population of over ten million. In the long run, it will surely expand into a behemoth."

Marshal Julian frowned and said, "Admiral George, our current problem is still the Texans standing in our way. If you have any ideas on suppressing the colonies, you can apply to be transferred to be the governor of a colony after the war and then start to solve the problem."

Julian didn't care about the problems of the colonial territories, nor did he think that with such weak military strength, the colonial territories had the courage to start a new round of independence wars. He even felt that if a war really broke out, the colonial territories' garrisons might be enough to suppress all the inferior people in these colonies.

Admiral George smiled bitterly and said, "You are right. Besides, Princess Louise is staying in New England. I believe the mainland has already considered the future of the colony."

Colonel Brown could not interrupt the conversation between the two big men, so he went to the coffee stove by the window and began to grind coffee.

The battle on the border naturally ended in victory. The enemy's scout team was almost wiped out, with only one person escaping. However, the Texas side paid a heavy price. A wolf centurion had his chest smashed in by a hammer from the enemy leader, and his body was burned to ashes by the holy light.

All four Templar Knights were killed, and two elite gang leaders were also lost.

Leon still couldn't believe it: "If they really didn't die in this battle, their holy light would definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

Charlie grinned, "That's not a loss! Brother Leon, to put it bluntly, don't treat us as human beings. We are here for the trial. Death is not scary for us. What's scary is that we have to leave before we learn anything."

After fighting side by side, Leon and Charlie's relationship was upgraded to "brothers".

He patted Leon's shoulder and said, "I still remember the last trial. It was a battle with the Tatars. I died on the way to charging the Tatar Khan. It was quite tragic, but after the darkness, I woke up from the bed again."

"You guys are not bad. I am more willing to die for you than to die for those Orientals I have never seen before."

Leon couldn’t help but pinched Charlie’s arm: “But this is clearly real.”

Charlie was proud. "See, this is the greatness of the Lord. The miracles He has performed, do you want me to tell you one by one? By the way, you still don't know who Orhan is, right? He is the kid riding a dragon. He claims that he is also from your world, and he is the emperor of the Eastern Empire. Is there such a person in your history?"

"Eastern Empire? Rome?"

Leon thought about it and shook his head, "That's too far away. When I was born, Rome had already perished for many years. It was replaced by the Zoroastrian Ottoman Empire."

"Tsk, I knew that Turk guy was just bragging. How could he have the temperament of an emperor? In my opinion, he was probably just a sheep herder in Anatolia."

As he was talking, the cowboy who was exploring the way ahead came running over, shouting as he ran, "Hurry up, there is a group of hundreds of paladins coming towards us."