bookandnovel Chapter 811 The Impact of War
Chapter 811 The Impact of War
Chapter 811 The Impact of War
The 250-meter-long London seemed quite cramped when anchored in an open area in the belly of the mountain.
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The air force soldiers waved a white flag and pushed open the hatch. Colonel Brown was the first to come out. The wolf soldiers who were already on high alert all around him were holding a variety of guns and pointing them at the side hatch.
Colonel Brown smiled bitterly and pointed to the top of his head: "Guys, there's no need to be so nervous."
The magic dragon above their heads was still watching them with a pair of golden eyes. Under its broad wings, airships of various shapes were choosing open areas to land.
Just now, several airships were unwilling to surrender and tried to escape during the landing process, but they were directly burned into torches by the dragon flame. With the lessons learned from the past, no one dared to have any other thoughts.
Centurion Leon sneered and ordered, "Everyone disperse and leave some space for our guests. Colonel, are you the captain of this ship?"
Colonel Brown nodded and said, "That's right."
"Then please you and your soldiers throw all the weapons you carry here. You'd better not play any tricks. Many people here lost their loved ones in the war. I can't guarantee that they will remain calm."
Colonel Brown smiled bitterly and said, "We will follow your instructions, Your Excellency. In any case, this damn war is over, and none of us wants any more bloodshed."
He paused and emphasized, "But I hope that you will also abide by the most basic treatment of prisoners of war in the Hague Convention."
Leon snorted coldly. He didn't like this British officer who seemed humble but was actually full of arrogance.
"Texas is not a signatory to the convention you mentioned. But don't worry, Texans are not butchers and have no habit of executing prisoners of war. Now you just need to be obedient and wait for your country to pay the ransom, and then you can go home."
The process of receiving prisoners of war was proceeding in an orderly manner.
As the ceasefire agreement was reached, Union Jacks were discarded and burned, the prisoners' weapons were confiscated, and they were lined up and walked into the mountain city. The huge dragon hovering in the sky also sank back into the ground.
The gloomy dungeon of Wolf Castle was suddenly opened.
The great dictator Porfirio was cowering in a corner, wrapped in a ragged blanket. Seeing this, he shouted excitedly: "Haha, you damned Texans, you wolf cubs, now you know how to ask me to come out? I tell you, no way!"
With the roar of artillery fire in recent days, he thought that the mountain city was in danger of being conquered by the British army. The Texans released him in the hope that he could mediate between the two sides.
The jailer looked at him coldly and couldn't help but mutter, "Idiot, is this guy crazy?"
He immediately pushed a group of distinctively dressed British soldiers into the dungeon.
Porfirio and other Mexican officers were stunned. They had dealt with the British many times before and could recognize the identities of these soldiers.
He couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh: "In order to deceive me, you actually found such a group of actors, hahahaha, next, you are not going to tell me that the army of the British Empire has been defeated by you Texans?"
Colonel Brown understood Spanish and said with an embarrassed look on his face.
Before this war broke out, who would have expected that the world hegemon, the mighty British Empire, would be defeated by a small country in the New World?
On top of the tower of Wolfburg.
Losa's figure slowly emerged and stood beside Giuliano.
This was just a projection. He no longer had the ability to switch between human body and dragon body. If he was not about to leave this world, he would have been wandering among the mountains of Basilicata as a mountain god for the rest of his life.
His lifespan is nearly infinite, and his power is comparable to that of a god, but he is ultimately just a prisoner in a confinement prison.
"Mr. Losa, you actually did it!"
Giuliano rushed forward excitedly, but ended up missing.
He looked at the illusory figure of Lothar, somewhat bewildered: "Sir, this is..."
Losa smiled and shook his head, but did not explain. He just said: "Mr. Giuliano, the war is about to end, but now is not the time to be careless. The real test has just begun."
Giuliano nodded quickly: "I understand, sir, your current condition is..."
Losa gave a brief explanation, and seeing that Giuliano looked heavy-hearted, he smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, when I leave this world later, everything will be back to normal."
"Are you leaving now?"
"Well, I came here to say goodbye to you."
The joy on Giuliano's face gradually faded, and he sighed: "I don't know if we will ever meet again in this lifetime."
Last time, he waited for twenty years.
Losa smiled gently. "Yes, it will happen. Nina, Nia, Anna, and I all want to see how their ideal country will develop in the future. Before you leave, I will give you one last gift."
"I can't take this new body with me. Once my will is separated from it, it will become the sleeping mountain spirit it once was."
"If you offer more offerings to it, I will guide it, and it will become the patron saint of Texas."
Lothar smiled and said, "Every great power must have a powerful weapon. With such a guardian dragon god, you will have more confidence when dealing with the great powers."
Giuliano was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "At least stay one more night to celebrate our victory with everyone."
"it is good."
Losa had a smile on his face. He was not unkind. After this separation, it would probably take at least ten years for Cherinina and her father to meet again.
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The news of Texas' victory over the British expeditionary force spread rapidly across Europe like a plague.
First it was the tabloids, and soon it was the major newspapers like the Times, which reported the incident with great detail, and many people even claimed with certainty that the expeditionary force had been completely wiped out and had all been turned into puppets by evil Texas wizards, with even their souls unable to be freed.
The soldiers' families were immediately outraged and took to the streets to protest and demand an explanation from the government.
The whole of England was plunged into chaos for a while.
On the Dublin docks in Ireland, surrounded by a group of dock workers, a gentleman wearing a evening hat and holding a newspaper raised his arms and shouted: "This is a glorious victory and a milestone in the history of anti-British struggle!"
"Even the Texans in the New World can defeat the British who are riding on our necks and bullying us with their courage and backward equipment. Don't we Irish have the courage to stand up and resist?"
"Our ancestors, the Celts, are the true masters of the Emerald Isle. The whole world will support our just struggle against aggression and oppression."
"Stand up! All those who don't want to be slaves anymore!"
Countless Irish workers responded.
The city of Paris.
People rushed to tell each other.
Everyone had a jubilant look on their face. Since the Hundred Years' War, this island country, separated from France by only a strait, had been the most hated enemy in the eyes of all French people.
It seemed that every time the French nation was about to take off and dominate Europe, the British would pull it back into the quagmire.
The French hated the British even more than their old rivals, the Habsburgs who had invaded Alsace-Lorraine.
After all, the latter, at least, had defeated the French with real swords and guns on the front battlefield, while the British could only use some conspiracies and tricks and some petty tricks that were not worthy of being shown on the surface.
"The British made a fool of themselves in the War of the Spanish Succession. Their tiny army was a joke in front of our great French nation. The Texas War in the New World proved this point once again."
"British hegemony is dead, and it will be our great French nation that will pull them off the throne!"
The leaders of public opinion on the streets of Paris shouted: "Support the brave Texans and let those greedy British vultures withdraw their tentacles from Central America!"
Inside the Würzburg Palace in Frankfurt.
The Habsburg Emperor was staring at the familiar, beautiful handwriting on the letter in his hand.
“I didn’t expect that they actually did it.”
The failure of the British in overseas expansion was actually not a bad thing for the old emperor.
He knew better than the citizens who were incited by second-hand news in the newspapers that the British were still powerful and that Texas' victory was simply because they were more powerful, which would help them in their fight for the right to speak in the alliance.
"It's time for those arrogant British people to realize their fragility."
The old emperor sneered and immediately gave an order: "Let Conrad help the Texans in this peace talk. Those arrogant Frenchmen must want to win them over now. We have the connections left by Anna, so we should make good use of them."