Ming Zuo

The British Civil War subsided and did not cause much disturbance in Europe at the moment.

I'm afraid no one except Zuo Menggeng knows what this means.

It is true that there are too many wars in Europe in this era.

Compared with the Thirty Years War, which involved the whole of Europe, the English Civil War was more of a local disturbance.

When it subsides, it subsides.

It just hurts the British people.

Charles II, who had regained mastery of the encyclopedia, was very crazy, bloody liquidation of the revolutionaries, but all those who made a little progress were sent to the guillotine by him.

Although doing so helped him consolidate his rule, it obviously also interrupted the hope of British revival and prosperity.

The night in London is full of bloody smell and looks extremely terrifying.

No one is allowed to go to the streets, and the strictest curfew is being enforced here.

Of course, there must be surprises.

A carriage with the imperial flag drove into the port, and the British soldiers patrolling the road turned a blind eye.

The empire is unique, the angel who kept the king, and therefore has unrivaled privileges here.

Everyone understands a truth.

You must not offend the imperial people.

The carriage drove into the port without stopping, and finally entered the military port.

All the warships moored in this military port are also imperial soldiers on guard on the shore, so it is naturally safer.

When the carriage stopped, Liao Zhongjian walked out first, looking around, very cautious.

After confirming that it was safe, he stretched out his hand to extend the invitation to the carriage.

A British man with a pale face and still full of horror came out.

"Ambassador Liao, am I really safe?"

"Yes, Robert, no one dares to come here to search. You can take a warship to the empire. There is the most respect for scientists, and it is your paradise."

The British man lost his mind and couldn't say anything, just nodded indiscriminately.

At this moment, it would be nice to be able to survive, so what more could one wish for?

Under the guidance of the imperial soldiers, he boarded the warship, and finally took a reluctant look at the land behind him.

He knew that he would never come back in this life.

And not long after he boarded the ship, the warship slowly left the port and finally disappeared into the vast night.

The man originally thought he would be assigned to a simple hammock and hang out with the sweaty sailors.

Unexpectedly, the officer led him to the upper level.

There are all independent rooms here, and they are very ornately decorated.

Looking at the warm and comfortable big bed, the man couldn't believe it.

"Is this really where I rest?"

The officer's answer was meticulous.

"Yes, this is the order I received. Besides, you can let me know if you need anything. In addition, dinner has been prepared in the restaurant, and you can enjoy it at any time. If there is a need, I will Food can also be delivered."

The man's expression brightened.

I thought I was going to live a difficult life in exile, but I didn't expect it to be better than before.

This made him look forward to the empire thousands of miles away.

Instead of having the officer bring dinner to his room, he went to the dining room.

When I got there, I realized that there were actually many Europeans with blond hair and blue eyes.

It made him happy to realize that he was not alone.

He walked to a family and said familiarly: "Hi, I'm Robert Boyle. It's a pleasure to be with you."

The male owner of this house seemed to be a pastor, and he looked at him cautiously before speaking slowly.

"I am Barnabas Smith, from Lincolnshire. Are you also wanted by the King?"

Boyle took the opportunity to sit down next to him, enjoying his dinner and laughing at himself.

"The king certainly doesn't like people like me, he just wants my head."

It turned out that they were both fallen in the world, so Barnabas Smith opened his heart and introduced his family.

"This is my wife, Hannah Escuh, and this is her and her ex-husband's child, Isaac Newton..."

The big ship travels very fast.

Now that the Imperial Navy has mastered the situation in the Atlantic Ocean, it is very safe along the way.

After all, the space on the ship is limited, and after a while, Boyle became familiar with the others.

Among them were John Wallis from Cambridge University, Robert Hooke from the Isle of Wight, Christian Huygens from the Netherlands, Gottfried Wilhelm Leibney from Leipzig Ci.

Although these people come from different places, they all have one thing in common.

They are all scholars, and their knowledge is very good, and they soon have a common language.

Only the pastor, Barnabas Smith, was out of tune with them, and he hid himself and studied the Bible.

But that kid, Isaac Newton, really liked to be next to these adults and listened with gusto.

The tranquility of the New World was broken by the flames of war.

The No.12 division going south began to contact the Spaniards.

The first battle took place in Navohua.

Colonel Rodrigo Gonzalez, the general who presided over Spain's western front, did not stand still when he arrived at Sinaloa.

After inspecting the local terrain, he sensitively realized that this flat place was really difficult to defend, and he had to expand the defensive depth outwards.

He sent a company of soldiers north to find a suitable area of ​​operation.

He never thought that Division No. 12 would come so quickly.

The No.12 Division did not go south entirely on foot.

While the Beiyang Fleet was attacking the Governor-General of New Granada, Wu Zhikui asked the navy to help carry a battalion of troops to the south first.

The battalion disembarked at San Diego, then crossed the coastal desert, and suddenly appeared at Nabohua, where it encountered the Spanish vanguard.

Neither side was mentally prepared, and the battle was chaotic.

But the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides is too obvious, and the national defense force has even more troops.

After more than 40 casualties, the Spaniards could only choose to retreat.

The Wehrmacht didn't know how many Spaniards were behind them, so naturally they didn't dare to pursue them, but quickly established positions.

I just waited and waited in fear, but nothing came.

The Spaniard who fled back informed Gonzales of the situation, and the Spanish officer couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

He did not dare immediately send troops north to retake Nabohua, but deployed a defense line at Culiacan at Sinaloa.

This place is surrounded by the sea in the west and mountains in the east, so it is easy to guard.

He also listened to the powerful weapons of the National Defense Forces reported by the people below, and continued to strengthen the defense.

After being so busy for more than half a month, Gonzalez was frightened silly by the sudden shocking news.

The Wehrmacht from the north has not yet arrived, but Mazatlan behind them was suddenly captured by the Wehrmacht.

There is the logistics base and rear route of the Spanish army along the way.

Lost here, they directly became a lone army.

Not to mention resisting the National Defense Forces from the north, it is not certain whether they can withdraw to Mexico City.