The 21st year of Yongchang in Ming Dynasty, the year 1997, the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the dragon raised its head!
The capital, Forbidden City, the garden behind the palace.
At this moment, everything was in spring. The huge royal garden behind the three main halls of Inner Yan was in full bloom with orioles and grass.
He saw a little fellow staggering on a lawn. Although his legs were still very unnatural, his frowning face was full of determination. Although his body was still a little shaky, Zhu Jingkun still gritted his teeth and walked with every step…
Finally, when he reached the end of the lawn, a soft and fragrant embrace wrapped him tightly. The beautiful and gentle Empress Wang could not wait to hold her darling tightly in her arms.
"Your Majesty, my son can finally walk on his own!”
Zhu Jianyi, who saw this scene, was also extremely gratified. He laughed and said,"Good, good, good. As expected of the future crown prince of Great Ming. He can already walk on his own before he's even a year old. Hahaha! "Here, this is a gift from Imperial Father…" As he spoke, he passed a warm white jade pendant to Zhu Jingkun.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Empress Wang was overjoyed." My son, quickly say thank you, Imperial Father!”
For a moment, Zhu Jingkun's frown deepened. He opened his small mouth and said in a muffled voice,""Hee…Hee, Fuhuan!"
"Pfft! Hehe…"
A bell-like laughter rang out and Xue Zhi laughed as she said,""Your Highness, His Highness is only ten months old and can only speak some simple words!”
Zhu Jianyi also rubbed Zhu Jingkun's small head with a smile and said,"Not bad, not bad. My son is already very powerful.”
After saying that, he didn't care whether Zhu Jingkun could hear him or not. The emperor of Ming Dynasty took it from Empress Wang's hands and then threw it high up without any image of a country's ruler.
"Come, throw it high!"
"Yiyaya! Hehe…"
For a moment, laughter spread all around.
On the other side of the world, in the Lower East Continent, in the territory of Yuanguo.
This place had been roughly divided into the Fifth Colony by the British Empire along with Wei, E, Mi, and Gui! The country's name and honor were ruthlessly stripped away, leaving only a string of ruthless numbers to show the illustrious martial arts of Britain.
Bogota, the former capital, had become the temporary frontline command center of Britain. The war-scarred city had yet to be repaired before it was filled with foreign troops. The indigenous people who stayed in the city watched with mixed feelings as the invaders continued to attack their former compatriots in the south.
"Hey, what did you say? The 4th Squadron was repelled by the enemy air force over Badalia City during a bombing mission.
What about the losses? Ah! Almost all the bomber planes were shot down, and the escort fighter planes suffered heavy losses!
I understood and immediately reported to my superiors.”
A liaison officer immediately ran to the command room after putting down the phone.
Hohensoren. Count Braun was in a good mood now. As the current Air Force Lieutenant General, he had relied on the countless military merits he had accumulated from the previous conquests of the Empire to rise all the way until he was now firmly in the high position of Air Force Lieutenant General.
At this moment, he was already over 50 years old. He originally thought that he would stop here. However, he did not expect that Great Britain would once again launch a war against Latin-America at this time. He was also very lucky to become the highest commander of the air force. However, it should be the result of his family's hard work behind the scenes!
In this way, it was as if God had given him an opportunity! With the powerful air force of the British Empire, it was as easy as chopping vegetables to bully these opponents who had antique planes from the last century. He thought about how the Empire's war eagles had been able to easily obtain a large number of results every time they were deployed since the war began. If everything went well, the throne of Air Force Admiral should be his after the war.
Thinking of this, the lieutenant general who was born into a Prussian aristocrat could not help but pick up his teacup and take a sip elegantly. However, the Earl's good mood was soon interrupted by a series of hurried knocks on the door. He frowned and shouted unhappily,"Please come in!"
The person who came was his attendant. He, who was usually calm and polite, ran to the count and reported,""Lieutenant General, the frontline has reported that the 4th and 5th air squadrons were intercepted by the enemy's air force when they were bombing the city of Cordotal. After the fierce battle, our aircraft suffered heavy losses and have temporarily suspended their air strike mission.”
"What? What are the commanders at the front line doing? They were defeated by the inferior air force of a lowly country.”Count Braun was surprised after hearing the report.
His attendant defended him,""Sir, according to the surviving pilots, they encountered a new enemy model that had never appeared before. They were caught off guard and suffered a huge loss.”
"Humph! A new model? Wasn't the plane they were equipped with the latest model of the Imperium? Don't find excuses for failure."
"Your Excellency, the pilot also said that their F-4 Phantom is inferior to the opponent's aircraft in terms of performance.”Seeing that the Earl was so obedient, she could only tell him about it.
"How is that possible? They have such an advanced plane. Why didn't they use it before? Wait, could it be from Ming Country?"
The Earl suddenly thought of something and said to his assistant with a serious expression,""Immediately give the order to the frontline airport. Other than the remaining troops, all fighter aircraft formations will be mobilized immediately to attack Badalia City with full force.”
“yesmylord！”
After the attendant bowed, he immediately went to the front line to issue orders.
When the British Air Force once again gathered their superior forces to make a comeback, the war on the ground had already entered a white-hot stage.
" Boom..." The familiar artillery suppression came from all directions, directly turning the army into a sea of fire. The soldiers who were hiding in the trenches on the front line and feeling the heavy artillery fire that seemed to be able to destroy the world instantly lost their courage. Everyone closed their eyes and prayed to God.
Boom…crash!
Dust flew everywhere, but even in this environment, Xu Zhenhua leaned against the tank's tracks and chewed on a compressed biscuit with a calm expression. If the environment didn't allow it, he would really want another bowl of hot soup!
Similarly, the other soldiers of the Ming Kingdom's consultant group were not afraid at all. Some were leisurely smoking. Some of them even wore headphones and hummed a tune. There was no atmosphere of battle at all.
"Wuuu…"
Suddenly, a soldier next to Xu Zhenhua cried. The tall white man was scared out of his wits and curled up in a corner. Yang Zhenhua was so angry that he kicked him." Coward, get lost. Don't disturb me from eating supper!"”
The attack of Britain this time brought great pressure to the various positions. If it wasn't for the capital behind them, and the weapons support of the Ming Dynasty also arrived one after another, the soldiers who had lost their cities and lost their land had some courage to fight. Otherwise, just the artillery fire alone would be enough to suppress these soldiers! Of course, his current state was not far from breaking down. What else could he do with a group of frightened soldiers?
"Crash!"
At this time, a figure entered the tank bunker from outside despite the heavy artillery fire. Xu Zhenhua looked up and saw Qi Ziang picking up a kettle and filling it up.
"How is it? What's the situation outside?"
Qi Zi 'ang, who had finished the whole pot of water, revealed a big, black face that was smoked by the smoke of gunpowder. He said indifferently,""Soon, the British tanks are about to move out.”
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