Black Book

Chapter 202 He is anxious! He is anxious!

Since the beginning of the war, both sides have won and lost alternately, and the Beiyang Fleet even had the upper hand at one point. How could it suddenly be defeated?
Facing Zhu Haomiao's question, Wang Hua grinned bitterly.

"Not long ago, the British Far East Fleet went crazy for some reason and suddenly joined the battlefield, attacking the Beiyang Fleet together with the Combined Fleet!"

"Except for Zhenyuan and Dingyuan, which were seriously injured and fled back to Weihaiwei, the rest of the warships were completely destroyed. The world line seems to have converged again..."

Wang Hua sighed and shook his head, then smiled a bitter smile.

"After much inquiry, it seems that a fully equipped British knight group was annihilated in the Magic City, and a pillar-level figure of one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table was killed without a complete body."

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

Speaking of this, Wang Hua sighed with emotion.

"The British Navy of this era was really awesome. With just one Far East Fleet, it wiped out the Nanyang and Beiyang Fleets in just a few days. The Qing Dynasty's coastline of tens of thousands of miles was completely undefended."

"I heard that Britain is already organizing and linking up with many foreign powers to prepare for a full-scale war against the Qing Dynasty. Who knows, the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China may break out ahead of schedule."

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

He is anxious! He is anxious!

Daying is anxious!

It seems that the "Child of Destiny" is more important than he thought. It may have reached the level of shaking the foundation of the country, otherwise Da Ying would not be so hysterical!
When Wang Hua saw the boy's appearance, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait! You have been in the Magic City for a while! Could it be that you... wuwuwu~"

Covering Wang Hua's mouth, Zhu Haomiao gave a polite yet awkward smile to the hegemons of various countries who cast surprised glances at him.

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

"Elbow! Come out and talk with me!"

With a wry smile and a nod, Zhu Haomiao followed Wang Hua out of the command hall.

"Brother Wang, I..."

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

Wang Hua interrupted without even turning his head, and took the young man over mountains and across rivers, heading straight for the Qing army camp more than ten miles away.

Zhu Haomiao arrived at the central military tent with familiarity. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Nalan Shu looking at the map with a sad face.

"Lao Shu, the culprit has been found!"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

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

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

"It was the other party who started it first. I was just forced to defend myself!"

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

"It's not important to worry about these things now. What's important is how we should deal with the changes that come next."

Hearing this, Wang Hua spoke first.

"After Britain's demise, the Qing dynasty is the enemy of the world. To prevent that old witch from recreating the classic, we may have to overthrow the Qing dynasty in advance."

Nalan Shu frowned and said worriedly.

"We don't have enough manpower. Without the central government, the warlords will have no resistance and can only be bullied!"

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

After saying that, 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?"

"Break through Seoul as quickly as possible and end this stage of the Ascension Competition." As he spoke, Nalan Shu took out a map and pointed at the densely packed strategic points on it.

"The battle line has now entered a stalemate. Neither side can mobilize too many manpower, but we have an additional variable like you."

Glancing at the boy's chest, his sight seemed to penetrate the black cloak and see the purple-gold [Dragon Emblem] hidden underneath. A sigh flashed across Nalan Shu's eyes, and he said seriously.

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

With a stroke of his finger on the map, Nalan Shu focused on the capital of the peninsula in the south.

"If everything goes well, we can finish the competition in just over a month. Can we do it?"

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

"no problem."

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Time flies, the hot summer on the peninsula is gone in a flash, and the cool north wind blows down, giving the lush earth a touch of gold.

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

"Five days ago, the evil dragon captured the strategic point of Gaoyang. The three golden teams of Milijian did not dare to confront it and retreated. The reinforcements from the four surrounding countries did not dare to rescue it."

"Two days ago, the evil dragon captured the strategic point of Enping, and Milijian retreated again."

"Yesterday, the evil dragon's troops were already outside the city..."

Having said that, the middle-aged man couldn't help licking his dry lips and looked at the beautiful girl sitting at the top.

"The Mili traitors have nowhere to retreat. Today, they are once again putting pressure on the cabinet. I hope you can take action to suppress the evil dragon."

Hearing this, the girl with empty eyes curled up the corners of her mouth faintly.

"How many times has this happened?"

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

"Haha, his own Holy Spirit won't take action, but wants us to be cannon fodder?"

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

"Again, ask their Holy Spirit to come and talk to me personally."

"As ordered!"

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

After the man left, the door at the side swung open and a burly and unruly young man walked out, complaining irritably.

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

The girl glanced at her brother faintly and smiled gracefully.

"Why should we help others to pull chestnuts out of the fire?"

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

"The more they die, the weaker the 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 these two behemoths suffer losses..."

As she murmured, she watched her brother pacing back and forth in annoyance in front of her. The girl knew very well that he actually understood these principles, but he just couldn't suppress his divine impulses. He instinctively wanted revenge and killing, and to wash away the shame he had suffered with blood.

The girl sighed helplessly and softened her tone.

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

"What? You don't want them to both lose?"

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

(End of this chapter)