As the sun set, wooden cargo ships sailed from the Port of London, each carrying a wooden box filled with gold.
As they got closer and closer to the battleship, the officers and soldiers of the Royal British Navy seemed to be in a daze. They raised their heads and stared at the super warship with their mouths wide open.
It was too big. It gave off an oppressive feeling, making them want to kneel down and worship it.
Could humans really build such a huge steel warship?
Charles, the military minister who led the team to deliver the gold. Beredford looked solemn and confused.
It was impossible for humans to build this steel warship. It must have come from the hands of the gods.
"General, this is too magnificent. It requires at least 50,000 tons of steel, which is equivalent to our annual steel production!”
Captain Becket sighed.
Last year, Great Britain's national steel production only reached about 50,000 tons. It was obvious that it was impossible to build such a huge ship in a short period of time.
Moreover, upon closer inspection, the surface of the warship was smooth and even, as if it was made by nature. How did it do that?
Then how should the thick and long cannon barrel be made?
The first industrial revolution had just begun, and it had not yet reached the 19th century where industrial technology had developed explosively. Knowledge was very limited. The Iowa-class battleship was indeed no different from a divine object in front of the 18th century Britons.
"I hope that after taking the money, the Ming Emperor will leave. Otherwise, Great Britain will be destroyed, and the entire continent will be destroyed.”
Charles's voice was low as he looked back at London. His heart was beating rapidly.
In the face of this invincible super ship, the Royal British Navy, which had dominated the sea for many years, was a joke.
The Spanish Invincible Squadron?
The Unrivalled Fleet of Carriage Carriers?
France's Invincible Fleet?
Charles shook his head and smiled bitterly. As the ancient saying goes, the western countries were frogs at the bottom of the well.
Little did they know that there was always someone better than them. The Unrivalled Fleet that they were so proud of was as childish and ridiculous as a three-year-old's toy.
"Stop! The Emperor has decreed that you must hand over the gold and leave quickly!”
More than a dozen landing ships came over, and the tall and burly Ming soldiers shouted coldly.
His voice was very cold, and his arrogant and disdainful eyes deeply pierced Charles 'heart.
He was an admiral, a minister of military affairs in the cabinet of the Kingdom of Great Britain, an earl, and a noble. He was a respected figure all over the world.
In the end, they did not even have the right to speak loudly in front of the ordinary Ming soldiers.
Humiliation!
However, the situation was stronger than the person. No matter how aggrieved he was, he had to endure it.
Charles took a few deep breaths and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Honorable General Ming, a hundred tons of gold are all on the ship.”
"Yes ~"
The soldiers who came to receive the gold brought the cargo ship to the left side of the battleship and instructed the British soldiers to move the boxes of gold to the floating platform. Then, they used a crane to lift the floating platform onto the battleship.
On the deck, the soldiers got busy, weighing, counting, and counting in an orderly manner.
Crash ~
All the gold in the box was poured out to check if there was anything fishy.
Zhu Weichu was watching from the side, playing with a golden gold ingot in his hand. It weighed about three pounds, and the logo of the Royal Bank of Great Britain was engraved on it.
Reba smacked her lips. This was the first time she had seen so much gold.
Money, a lot of money. How much is a hundred tons of gold worth? Can anyone explain?
Today, the price of gold was 404 dollars per gram, which was 44 million dollars per ton. 100 tons of gold was worth 4.4 billion dollars. The purity of the gold should not be 100%, but it was worth about 4 billion dollars.
Damn it, I still need to colonize to earn money! Who knew how much money the Anza people had robbed over the years? They were a little too fat.
The Sun Never Sets Empire wasn't just for show. The wealth plundered from Indu alone was worth 54 trillion dollars. What about Australia, Africa, North America, Southeast Asia, and Asia? Tens of millions of square kilometers of land and hundreds of millions of people. It was hard to imagine how rich they were.
Zhu Weichu,"Oh my god, it's all my god!"
The wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked. The Ansa people are finished this time. I guess Zhu Weichu will taste the sweetness and come to rob again.
Speaking of which, was Zhu Weichu going to start the war to restore the country? Robbing Great Britain to raise military funds?
It should be, then he should have gone to France, Portugal, and Spain along the way! He couldn't just take the wool from Great Britain, he had to take the rain and dew equally.
F * cking rain and dew, France: Listen to me, thank you!
France? Napoleon was born in 1769. He's seven years old this year, and he's still a little boy. Why don't you capture him and train him? With a capable hatchet man, he'll be a great support for seizing power and claiming the throne!
Forget it, how could Napoleon be controlled?
Reba was speechless. I'm going to catch Napoleon? Was he joking?
With my IQ, can I control Napoleon?
Netizens weren't reliable, so he had to rely on himself.
Reba sighed and peeked at Zhu Weichu, who was leaning against the guardrail and talking softly to Xiong Gang. She had an idea in her heart.
Half an hour later, the sun set and the inventory was completed.
"Your Majesty, the inventory is complete. There are 200 kilograms more.”
Zhu Weichu threw the gold onto the mountain of gold, making a crisp sound.
With a hundred tons of gold in hand, he had the funds to start the war.
"Pull anchor and set sail, back to Flower Planting Island!"
Beep beep beep ~
The steam whistle roared, and the gas turbine in the power room increased its horsepower to the maximum. The giant propeller slowly turned, and the battleship weighing more than 50,000 tons slowly accelerated.
When the anxious Britons at the port saw that the ghost ship had finally left, they could not help but cry tears of joy. They prayed devoutly to God, hoping that the ghost ship would never come to Great Britain again.
Reba stood by the side of the ship and watched London gradually disappear from her sight. She felt a little complicated.
He didn't know when he would return after leaving this time.
There were no airplanes in the 18th century, and the Suez Canal had not been built yet. It would take at least two to three months to go from planting flowers to Europe by sailing.
Even if they took a warship driven by a gas turbine, it would take at least a month, right?
Charlotte, take care!
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