In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 750

Texas, New Naples Port.

More than 300 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Today, this place is empty, and the Lone Star flag belonging to the Texans has been replaced by the Stars and Stripes of the Thirteen Colonies.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 native guys are so arrogant. They said that the Texans have retreated inland, so they can land without worry. They still let us come here to feed mosquitoes.”

“We only have about 300 people, and the Knights are not with us. If there is a centurion of the wolf tribe, we have to report it here.”

Colonel Arthur sighed and ignored the complaints of his subordinates.

The state militia was defeated and lost the arsenal, which indirectly led to the rebellion of black slaves. Half of Louisiana and Mississippi became a wasteland.

If it weren’t for the Knights of St. George, he would have been the tallest one to take the blame. Even if his father was a high-ranking official in the colony, his best outcome would have been to return to Arkansas to be a farmer.

Countless flares suddenly fell in the dark and quiet port, illuminating the entire town in every detail.

The militia covered their eyes and felt that everything was white in front of them.

“No enemies have been found so far, everything is safe.”

The soldiers in brown uniforms quickly deployed on the shore and arranged temporary fortifications, and no one came up to greet them.

Arthur hesitated and was about to report the situation when he heard a violent roar on the dark sea in front of him.

It was like a terrifying sea beast emerging from the deep sea. The steel monster was spewing black smoke and rolling over the soft beach. The heavy tracks actually left only two shallow marks, which was very counterintuitive.

This war machine, which was completely beyond the control of the colonial militia, shocked all the militiamen and made them stare with wide eyes.

The hatch of the cruiser was opened, and armored infantrymen wearing steam armor walked out.

They held chainsaw swords and small-caliber artillery on their backs. Under the steel masks, their eyes flashing red light looked around vigilantly.

It was not until the armored infantrymen wearing “sense evil” goggles gave a “safe” gesture that the soldiers who were on high alert relaxed. They did not believe the intelligence reported by the colonial militiamen.

“Send a message to the main force. No enemy ambush was detected. Everything is normal. We can proceed with the subsequent landing.”

“Haha, these wolf cubs have been scared by us.”

“Be careful. It’s a full moon tonight. The power of those wolf cubs will become stronger. If they break into the crowd, the ship’s guns will not be able to support us.”

The local troops talked about it, 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 could only bow his head and obey the order. Although he was a colonial colonel and his father was a high-ranking colonial official, he really had no confidence in front of this local lieutenant.

As the message came back, one land cruiser after another landed on the beach.

The overall shape of this land cruiser is similar to the tanks in World War I, but it is larger and has more artillery on it. It is another cutting-edge product of the Big Ben Academy of Sciences, designed for attacking.

There are a total of 49 vehicles deployed in the expeditionary force this time, each carrying 12 armored infantrymen, which is the backbone of the expeditionary army.

The 8,000 soldiers of the vanguard gradually spread out and occupied the key points of the entire port. Colonel Arthur and his subordinates were driven to an insignificant position.

“These local guys don’t trust us at all.”

“Since they don’t take us seriously, just don’t let us come.”

The militia complained that they had to fight the terrifying Texans with backward weapons and meager military funds. It would be better to work as cowboys for the farmers.

Colonel Arthur could only try his best to appease them. The state militia really didn’t want this job, but he didn’t. Without these soldiers under his command, he, a colonel with no title, would be less valuable than a local second lieutenant.

“Deploy! Clear a space!”

Lieutenant Colonel Scott, with a gloomy face, shouted loudly, and soon a team of royal wizards came down from the clothes. They began to arrange complicated magic circles in a hurry, and the precious high-purity magic stone was arranged as if it was free.

They were arranging a teleportation array that was far better than the teleportation scale and distance of King Philip and King Richard in the Middle Ages.

Space magic is difficult to get started, and even more difficult to master.

But after so many years of systematic training at the Royal Mage Academy, it is not difficult to produce an entry-level space caster.

Traditional casters do not have systematic teaching. Even if they have good talents, it is difficult for them to acquire knowledge. They can only move forward by groping. Moreover, if they do not find a good student, their skills cannot be passed on. They can only benefit explorers who will arrive in who knows how many years.

The Royal Mage Academy is different. It selects talents with good or poor talents and teaches them separately. Most of them, even those with poor talents, can master one or two good spells, which can play a role in group cooperation, and they will not feel sorry for their sacrifice.

The high-ranking spellcasters were just beaten down to the claws of hawks and dogs.

As ripples appeared in the space, armored infantrymen who looked like the Iron Duke, but were obviously much smaller and only seven meters tall, came out.

The dark blue flag of the United Kingdom was printed on their steel armor, and there were even dried blood stains on the teeth of the huge chain sword.

Suddenly, someone on the lighthouse gave a signal, and the expression of the leader, Lieutenant Colonel Scott, changed immediately.

“Enemy ships are approaching!”

“It’s the French fleet stationed in the Cuban colony!”

“Damn the French!”

The British soldiers on the coast were on guard.

Today’s world is isolated. On the surface, the contradiction between France and Germany is the most irreconcilable, but in the final analysis, it is still the contradiction 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 the important fulcrum of the Mediterranean, the Strait of Gibraltar, and their land ally the Habsburg Dynasty was also firmly blocked on the border and failed to achieve effective results.

As a result, France not only gained a huge new territory close to the mainland, but also inherited Spain’s colonial heritage. South America and Central America have all added French claims.

Spain declined and failed to pick up the sphere of influence in Latin America, but after becoming the Franco-Spanish United Kingdom, Spain’s shortcomings in national strength no longer exist. Once the entire Latin America and North African territories are integrated, France is fully capable of challenging the British hegemony at the same time on the sea and on land, not to mention that the French also won over the giant Tsarist Russia as an ally.

In short, although the world hegemon is still Britain, the French are no longer running wildly on the road of tragedy, but are closely following the British, and are always ready to wash away the shame of the Austro-French War and reshape the world order.

The French fleet quietly anchored on the sea is small in number, but the fluttering iris flag still makes every British soldier dare not be careless.

“Sir, the French sent a signal, asking why we invaded Texas territory for no reason.”

The lieutenant colonel looked livid: “Tell them that we have entered a state of war with Texas, and this place has been designated as a war zone. If the French make any unusual moves, think carefully about whether their fleet will be swallowed by us!”

After a while, the signalman came with an ugly face.

“Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the French said that they were 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 Gulf of Mexico.”

“Damn Gallic chickens!”

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.