Chapter 811 The Impact of War
The London, which is 250 meters long, is parked in the open space in the middle of the mountain and looks quite cramped.
Bang--
The air force soldiers held white flags and pushed open the hatch. Colonel Brown was the first to step out. The wolf soldiers who were already waiting around him pointed at the side hatch with a variety of firearms.
Colonel Brown smiled bitterly and pointed to the top of his head: "Guys, there is no need to be so nervous."
The demon dragon above their head still stared at them with a pair of golden eyes. Under the broad wings, floating airships of different shapes were choosing to land in the open space.
Just now, there were a few airships that were unwilling to surrender and tried to escape during the landing process, but were directly burned into torches by the dragon flames. With lessons learned from the past, no one dared to have any other thoughts.
Centurion Leon sneered and ordered: "Everyone spread out and leave a space for our guests. Mr. Colonel, are you the captain of this big 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. There are many people here who lost their relatives in the war. I don't necessarily guarantee that they will remain calm."
Colonel Brown smiled bitterly: "We will follow your instructions, Your Excellency. In any case, this damn war is over, and none of us want any more bloodshed."
He paused slightly and then emphasized: "But I hope that you can also abide by the most basic treatment of prisoners of war stipulated 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 party to the convention as you said. But don't worry, Texans are not butchers and have no habit of executing prisoners of war. You just need to be honest and obedient now. When your country pays the ransom, you can Go home."
The process of accommodating prisoners of war was proceeding in an orderly manner.
As the ceasefire agreement was reached, the Union Jack flags were discarded and burned together. The prisoners had their weapons confiscated and lined up into the mountain city. The huge dragon hovering in the sky also sank into the ground again.
The gloomy dungeon of Wolfsburg was suddenly opened.
The great dictator Porfirio was huddled in the corner, wrapped in a torn blanket, and shouted excitedly when he saw this: "Hahaha, you damn Texans, wolf cubs, now you know please I’m out? I’m telling you, no way!”
With the roar of artillery fire in the past few days, he thought that the mountain city at this time was in a critical situation of being captured by the British army. The Texans let him out in the hope that he could mediate between the two sides.
The jailer gave him a cold look and couldn't help but muttered: "Idiot, is this guy crazy?"
Soon he pushed a group of brightly dressed British soldiers into the dungeon.
Porfirio and other Mexican generals were dumbfounded. They had dealt with the British before, so they couldn't 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, hahaha, next, you are not going to tell me that the British Empire's army has been defeated by you Texans Was Si Lao defeated?"
Colonel Brown understood Spanish and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Before this war broke out, who would have expected that the world's hegemon, the majestic empire on which the sun never sets, would fall in front of a small country in the New World?
Above the towers of Wolfsburg.
Lothar's figure slowly emerged and stood beside Giuliano.
This is just a projection. He now no longer has the ability to switch between the human body and the dragon body. If he had not left this world soon, he would have been able to wander among the mountains of Basilicata as a mountain god throughout his life.
His lifespan is nearly infinite, and his power is comparable to that of a god, but in the end he is just a prisoner in a prison.
"Mr. Lothar, you actually did it!"
Giuliano jumped forward in excitement, but missed.
He looked at the illusory figure of Lothar and was a little confused: "Sir, this is"
Lothar 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 take it lightly, but the real test has just begun."
Giuliano nodded quickly: "I understand, sir, your current state is"
Lothar gave a brief explanation. Seeing Giuliano's heavy expression, he smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, I will be able to return to my original state when I leave this world later."
"Are you leaving now?"
"Well, I came here to say goodbye to you."
The joy on Giuliano's face gradually faded, and then he let out a long sigh: "I don't know if we will ever meet again in this lifetime."
Last time, he waited for twenty years.
Lothar's smile was very gentle: "Yes, no matter it is me, Nina, Nia, or Anna, they all want to see how the Utopia in their minds will develop in the future. Before leaving, I will give you one last gift."
"I can't take this new body with me. When my will breaks away from it, it will turn into the sleeping mountain spirit it once was."
"The more you worship, the more I will guide you, and it will become your patron saint of Texas."
Lothar smiled and said: "Every big country must have heavy weapons. With such a guardian dragon god, you will have more confidence when dealing with the powerful men."
Giuliano was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "At least stay one more night to have a happy gathering with everyone to celebrate our victory."
"good."
Lothar had a smile on her face. He was not unkind. After this farewell, the next time Cherinina and her daughter met again would probably be at least ten years later.
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News of Texas' victory over the British Expeditionary Force spread rapidly throughout Europe like a plague.
First, it was the street tabloids, and then even the Times and other major newspapers, they told the truth. Many people even claimed with certainty that the expeditionary force had been completely wiped out and that they had all been made into puppets by the evil Texas wizard. , not even the soul can be liberated.
The soldiers' families were immediately outraged and immediately took to the streets to protest and demand an explanation from the government.
The entire British mainland fell into chaos for a while.
On the island of Ireland, on the dock of Dublin, as a group of dockworkers watched, a gentleman holding a newspaper and wearing an evening hat raised his arms and shouted: "This is a glorious victory, a milestone in the history of anti-British resistance." One page!”
"Even the Texans in the New World can rely on their courage and use backward equipment to defeat those British guys who are sitting on our necks and domineering. Don't we Irish have the courage to stand up and resist?"
"Our ancestors, the Celts, are the true owners of Emerald Island, and the whole world will support our just struggle against aggression and oppression."
"Stand up! All those who do not want to remain slaves!"
Countless Irish workers responded.
Paris city.
People rushed to tell each other.
Everyone was beaming with joy. Since the Hundred Years War, this island country, separated from France by only one strait, has been the most hated enemy in the hearts of all French people.
It seems that every time the French nation is about to take off and dominate Europe, the big hands of the British will pull her back into the quagmire.
The French hated the English, even more so than their old rivals, for having invaded the Habsburg dynasty of Alsace-Lorraine.
After all, the latter, at least on the frontal battlefield, defeated the French with real swords and guns, while the British can always only use some conspiracies and trickery, and use some unflattering tricks.
"The British have made a fool of themselves in the War of Spanish Succession. Their pocket army is a joke in front of our great French nation. This Texas War in the New World has once again proved this."
"British hegemony is dead, and it will be our great French nation that will pull them down from their throne!"
The public opinion leaders on the streets of Paris shouted loudly: "Go and support the brave Texans, let those greedy British guys like vultures pull their tentacles away from Central America!"
Frankfurt, Würzburg Palace.
The Emperor of Habsburg was staring blankly at the familiar Juanxiu font 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 agitated by second-hand news in newspapers that the British were still powerful. The reason Texas won was only because they were stronger, so this was very conducive to their fight for the right to speak in the Union.
"It's also time for those British guys with their noses in the sky to realize their vulnerability."
The old emperor sneered and immediately ordered: "Ask Conrad to help the Texans in this peace negotiation. Those arrogant French guys must also want to win over them now. We have Anna Let’s make good use of the connections we have left.”