As the majestic expeditionary command ship "London" took to the skies once more, the expeditionary force, having recuperated for half a month, assembled their troops again and grandly crossed the Texas border.
The iron giant crushed the hills, and the army soldiers in yellow-brown uniforms held the Union Jack high, advancing like a tide.
Inside "London."
Admiral George frowned and said: "A reconnaissance team from Saint George’s Knight Order has been annihilated. Among the enemies, it is said there are Holy Knights sent by the French. The Rangers of Texas, swift as the wind, have already grasped our movents. I’m worried they’ll set ambushes against our vanguard."
Marshal Julian scoffed: "Admiral, those Texas cowboys are just a rabble. Even if they know our movents, do they dare to leave their turtle shells and engage us in a field battle?"
"You have to understand the sky’s dominance belongs to us now. It’s impossible for them to do anything under our noses."
Admiral George pinched his brow: "Sorry, Marshal. I’ve overthought this."
Marshal Julian shook his head, thinking the series of previous failures had greatly shaken the confidence of this old general.
At this ti, Colonel Brown entered the command room with a telegram: "Marshal, urgent news from New England!"
Marshal Julian took the telegram and, upon looking at it, frowned at first but quickly relaxed: "While we’re away, New England’s rebels have directly risen."
Admiral George expressed so concern: "The Quebec Division, New Brunswick Division, and the Virginia Division, they are key to suppressing local rebel forces. Bringing them under command makes it normal for those rebellious ones to rise."
"Should we dispatch a floating fleet to suppress them?"
Marshal Julian’s expression was a bit odd, rarely revealing a faintly amused emotion on his usually stern face: "I haven’t finished, Admiral. The rebels occupied the local police station, surrounded the local council, but Councillor Bahamut climbed over the wall, held a session to veto the proposal to leave the Empire, and it passed unanimously. When the Marine Corps stationed nearby arrived, the rebels all laid down their arms and surrendered."
Admiral George twitched at the corner of his mouth: "It’s like a farce. I suspect this was all orchestrated by that group."
Julian sneered, "Yes, I suspect the sa. The inferiors in the colony can only use such disreputable ans. I hope the holand loosens the reins around their necks a bit."
After laughing, Admiral George couldn’t help but worry: "But it’s a dangerous sign."
Although North Arican colonies, to so extent, share "the sa language and race" with the holand, the holand does not plan to develop North Arica into a new "Great Britain."
Apart from requiring the colony to export primary agricultural products like cotton, fur, at, coffee, and cocoa only to the holand, they’ve also set a strict grading system, raising import standards. Many farm owners struggle to transport goods to the port, and if connections aren’t strong enough, they can only sell them at "inferior" or "second-class" prices.
anwhile, the holand also legislated to greatly restrict all manufacturing industries except for food sectors like flour and distilling. asures such as restricting skilled worker immigration from the holand and raising tariffs have made the industrial base of the colony quite weak.
This series of asures is sure to provoke
The reason it was easily suppressed is nothing but a lesson from the first independence war when the British Empire was at its peak.
"North Arica is too large. During the first independence war, there were only thirteen colonies here, with a population of only three million. Now, it encompasses almost all of North Arica, with a population exceeding ten million. In the long run, it will surely swell into a gigantic entity."
Marshal Julian frowned: "Admiral George, our imdiate problem is the Texans in front of us. Regarding the suppression of the colony, if you have any ideas, you can apply for external dispatch as a Governor of a colony after the war and deal with it then."
Julian isn’t concerned about the colonies’ issues and doesn’t believe that with the colony’s weak military, they have the guts to start a new independence war. He even thinks that if it did start, the garrison in the colony alone could suppress all the inferior inhabitants.
Admiral George chuckled: "You’re right, and also, since Princess Louise is staying in New England, I bet the holand has already considered the future of the colony."
Colonel Brown couldn’t join the conversation between these two important figures, so he sensibly went to the coffee stove by the window and began grinding coffee.
...
On the border, the eventual outco of the battle was naturally victorious; the enemy’s reconnaissance team was nearly wiped out, with only one escaping. But the Texas side paid a significant price too; a Centurion of the Wolf Race was struck by the enemy leader, his chest crushed, sanctified radiance scorching his body to ashes.
Four Holy Hall Knights were annihilated, and they also lost two elite Corners.
Leon still couldn’t quite believe it: "If they didn’t die in this battle, their sanctified radiance will surely soar."
Charles bared his teeth: "Then it’s worth it, Leon old brother, to put it harshly, don’t treat us as humans. We are here for the trial. Death isn’t scary for us, what’s scary is having to leave before learning anything."
After fighting side by side once, Leon’s relationship with Charles elevated to "an old brother."
He patted Leon on the shoulder: "I still rember the last trial was a battle with the Tatars. I died on the road charging toward the Tatar Khan; it was quite tragic before darkness, and then I suddenly awoke again from my bed."
Leon couldn’t help but pinch Charles’ arm: "But this clearly exists."
Charles got proud: "See, this is where the greatness of the authority lies. The miracles displayed are never limited to this — on another note, you don’t know who Orhan is, do you? That kid riding a dragon claims he’s also from your world, and he’s the Emperor of the Eastern Empire. Does history have such a person?"
"Eastern Empire? Ro?"
Leon thought for a while, shook his head: "That’s too distant. When I was born, Ro had long been gone for countless years, replaced by the Fire Worshipping Ottoman Empire."
"Eastern Empire? Ro?"
Leon thought for a while, shook his head: "That’s too distant. When I was born, Ro had long been gone for countless years, replaced by the Fire Worshipping Ottoman Empire."
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