The Black Book

From the beginning of the war to the present, both sides have won and lost each other. The Beiyang Fleet even had the advantage for a time. How could it suddenly lose?

Faced with Zhu Haomiao's question, Wang Hua grinned bitterly.

"Not long ago, Britain's Far East Fleet went crazy and suddenly joined the battlefield and attacked the Beiyang Fleet with the United Fleet!"

"Except for [Zhenyuan] and [Dingyuan] who were seriously injured and fled back to Weihaiwei, all the other warships were wiped out. The world line seems to have been closed again..."

Wang Hua sighed and shook his head, showing a smile that was filled with joy.

"After many inquiries, it seems that a full knight group in Britain was wiped out in the magic city. The pillar-level figure, one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, died without a complete body."

"When the Queen of England heard the news, she was so angry that she vomited blood and fell into a coma for a whole day. The first thing she did after waking up was to declare war on the Qing court!"

Speaking of this, Wang Hua sighed with emotion.

"The British navy in this era is really awesome. Just a single Far East fleet swept away the Nanyang and Beiyang fleets in just a few days. The Qing court's thousands of miles of coastline was completely undefended."

"I heard that Great Britain is already organizing and cooperating with many foreign powers to prepare for launching a full-scale war against the Qing Dynasty. Maybe the Eight-Power Allied Forces' invasion of China will break out in advance."

Listening to Wang Hua's long words, Zhu Haomiao rubbed his chin and frowned thoughtfully.

He is anxious! He is anxious!

Daying is in a hurry!

It seems that [Destiny's Son] is more important than he thought, and it may have shaken the country's foundation, otherwise Great Britain would not be so hysterical!

Seeing the young man's appearance, an idea suddenly flashed in Wang Hua's mind, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait! You are in the Magic City during this time! Could it be your kid... wuwuwu~"

Covering Wang Hua's mouth, Zhu Haomiao smiled politely and awkwardly at the hegemons from various countries who looked at him in surprise.

On the other side, Wang Hua broke free from the boy's restraints and glared at him with a twisted expression.

"Elbow! Go out and talk with me!"

Nodding with a smile, Zhu Haomiao followed Wang Hua and left the command hall.

"Senior Brother Wang, I..."

"Let's talk about it when we get there."

Wang Hua interrupted without looking back, and led the boy over the mountains and ridges, heading straight to the Qing army camp more than ten miles away.

A familiar person came to the Chinese army's tent. As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Haomiao saw Nalan Shu looking at the map with a frown on his face.

"Lao Shu, the culprit has been found!"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"This is the guy who killed the Knights of the Round Table!"

Facing Nalan Shu's puzzled expression, Zhu Haomiao argued aggrievedly.

"The other party made the first move, I was just forced to defend myself!"

Hearing this, looking at the young man's clear eyes with a hint of honesty, Nalan Shu pinched his eyebrows in pain, and waved his hands after a long time.

"It's no longer important to dwell on these issues now. What's important is how we deal with the next changes."

After hearing this, Wang Hua spoke first.

"After the end of Britain, the Qing Dynasty is the enemy of the whole world. In order to prevent the old witch from making another classic, we may have to overthrow the Qing court in advance."

Nalan Shu frowned and said worriedly.

"There are not enough manpower. Without the central government, the various warlords in the area have no resistance and can only let the mermaids be eaten!"

"Besides, the war on the peninsula is not over yet, and the [Ascension Tournament] will still involve most of our energy."

After saying this, Nalan Shu and Wang Hua looked at Zhu Haomiao at the same time.

Seeing this, the young man sighed helplessly.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Penetrate through Seoul as quickly as possible and end this stage of the promotion schedule."

As he spoke, Nalan Shu took out a map and pointed at the densely packed strategic points on it.

"Now the battle line has entered a stalemate. Neither side can mobilize much effective force, but we have you as a variable."

Glancing at the boy's chest, his eyes seemed to penetrate the black cloak and see the purple and gold [Dragon Emblem] hidden underneath. The sadness in Nalan Shu's eyes flashed away and he said seriously.

"Each strategic point needs to be occupied for at least 24 hours before the next one can be conquered. Using you as the arrow, you can reach Seoul as long as you penetrate more than 40 strategic points along the route."

With a trace of his finger on the map, Nalan's focus was on the peninsula capital in the south.

"If everything goes well, the schedule will be over in just over a month. Can it be done?"

Zhu Haomiao glanced at the dotted strategic points on the map and nodded calmly.

"no problem."

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Time flies by like a flash, and the hot midsummer on the peninsula disappears in an instant. The cool north wind blows down, giving the lush land a touch of gold.

In the simple palace in Seoul, a middle-aged man wearing traditional Japanese clothing and a purple and gold badge sat on his knees and respectfully reported on the battle situation on the front line.

"Five days ago, the evil dragon captured the strategic point of Gaoyang. The three golden squads of Militia did not dare to use their strength and retreated. The reinforcements from the four surrounding countries did not dare to rescue."

"Two days ago, Evil Dragon captured the strategic point of Enping, and Militia retreated again."

"Yesterday, the evil dragon army arrived outside the city..."

Having said this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but lick his dry lips and looked at the beautiful girl sitting upright.

"Milli's traitor has no way to retreat. Today, they are putting pressure on the cabinet again, hoping that you can take action to suppress the evil dragon."

Hearing this, the girl with empty eyes slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"How many times has this happened?"

"This is the ninth time. I can see that Mi Chu is really anxious."

"Hehe, his own Holy Spirit doesn't take action, and wants us to be cannon fodder?"

The girl curled her lips coldly, changed the subject, and ruthlessly refused.

"Again, let their Holy Spirit come and talk to me in person."

"Yes, sir!"

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully and walked away backwards.

When the man left, the door on the side opened with a bang, and a burly and unruly boy came out, complaining irritably.

"Sister, why don't you let me kill that beast?!!"

The girl glanced at her brother faintly and smiled gracefully.

"Why should we help others to get out of trouble?"

"Wouldn't it be better to let them die a little more?"

"The more they die, the weaker their future will be, and the looser the shackles on us will be..."

"If we want to break free from the shackles, we can only let the two behemoths lose both..."

Whispering, watching her brother pacing back and forth in front of her, the girl knew that he actually understood these principles, but he couldn't suppress his divine impulse, and instinctively wanted to take revenge and kill, and wash away the shame he had suffered with blood.

With a helpless sigh, the girl softened her tone.

"Don't worry, he is already outside the city, and you will get what you want soon."

"What? Don't you want to let them lose both?"

Looking at her brother's reckless and suspicious expression, the girl rubbed her temple helplessly.