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Chapter 313 Cromwell's ambition

For this Charles, Zheng Zhilong actually didn't have much worry.

This is a soft guy. I cut off three of his fingers today, and he will be able to restrain himself in the future.

He definitely didn't dare to make such a mistake again, if he did, then what he would lose would be his most precious life.

Zheng Zhilong believed that he would not use his life to make a joke.

Charles is just a pawn, use it if you can, and kill if you can't.

And this Cromwell is somewhat interesting now.

Zheng Zhilong got to know Cromwell through various channels before, and in his opinion, Cromwell is a very powerful person.

Of course, the strength here is only relatively speaking, and it is only in the UK.

He dared to defy the emperor openly as a courtier, and even wanted to send the emperor to the gallows, which in itself was a very bold thing.

If there is no outstanding ability, if there is no powerful means, I am afraid that people would have been killed by the king at the very beginning.

Such a powerful person now bowed his head in the letter and said some very kind words.

This is exactly what Zheng Zhilong wants to see.

In fact, he didn't want to suppress the Cromwells, nor did he have any intention of driving them out.

That's why the soldiers Cromwell left in the city of London were able to escape safely. Otherwise, with the power in Zheng Zhilong's hands, it would be a problem whether they could get out of the city of London, let alone escape.

Since this Cromwell is showing weakness, let's get in touch first.

Anyway, there is no loss, let's see if he can use it first, if it can be used, then follow the previous plan, if it can't be used, then kill and support another one.

With so many members in the parliament, Zheng Zhilong believes that Cromwell is definitely not the only one with ambitions.

There was no way for Cromwell to show weakness, and he easily wiped out seven or eight of the warships left by the Parliament in the port.

As long as you are not mentally ill, you all know that this group of people is not good.

If you don't treat it carefully, is it possible to be an enemy?

The next morning, Zheng Zhilong asked Chief of Staff Liang Qisheng to take several members of the royal family out of London to where Cromwell was.

Liang Qisheng didn't know where Cromwell was, but there was Cromwell's brother Audreyland in the team, and with him leading the way, there was no need to worry about getting lost.

Not long after, Liang Qisheng arrived outside the camp where Cronwell was.

Today's camp looks better than before, because [-] soldiers brought by Cromwell from his hometown have already entered the camp.

The entire camp has been tidied up by him, and it looks much neater than before.

Cromwell is also an aristocrat, so many years of being high and powerful has made him have a lot of demands.

The so-called gentleman's faults, almost all of them can be learned by one's own hands.

In his opinion, the camp should be neat and tidy.

As soon as the ten thousand soldiers he brought from his hometown entered the barracks, he began to arrange them.

Odneyland was the first to be sent back to the barracks by Liang Qisheng to report the news.

When Cromwell received the news of Aldneyland's return, his whole body instantly became much more energetic.

He hurriedly put on his best attire and led his entourage, and came outside the camp and waited quietly.

If the future man was just a weakling, surely Cromwell would have sent soldiers over to slaughter them all.

This world is like this, only the strong have the right to speak.

Cronwell stood quietly in front of the gate of the camp, looking forward like a watchman.

Liang Qisheng rode a war horse, and gradually appeared in the field of vision of Cromwell.

The moment he saw Liang Qisheng, Cromwell frowned.

There is no doubt that the comers are Orientals.

This kind of appearance is very different from that of Westerners. Except for the East, Cromwell can't find another one.

Liang Qisheng rode a war horse and looked down at Cromwell who was standing on the ground, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

This is the contempt of the strong for the weak. Although Cromwell was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to bear the dissatisfaction in his heart first.

He forced a smile on his face, "May I ask your Excellency, did he come from that mysterious empire in the east?"

Cromwell greeted him with a smile.

Seeing Liang Qisheng's rebellious appearance, the followers who followed him felt dissatisfied, and surrounded him with matchlock guns.

Although he didn't completely surround Liang Qisheng, the threat in his eyes was obvious to the extreme.

Liang Qisheng just glanced at them lightly, and then pulled out the twenty-gun bark from his waist.

This kind of pistol has a large capacity, a long range, and great power. It is a rare practical weapon in this era.

Sun Jie let the arsenal manufacture it a long time ago and distributed it to the officers.

Liang Qisheng opened the safety bullet, loaded it, and fired several shots into the sky.

Continuous gunshots rang out in situ.

In the silent mountain forest, the birds that settled down on the trees were all frightened by the gunshot and flew around.

Cromwell looked at the pistol in Liang Qisheng's hand, as if he had seen a ghost.

Of course he understood that the shell gun in Liang Qisheng's hand was a firecracker, but he didn't see the matchlock, and it could fire continuously, and the rate of fire was extremely fast.

It was immediately clear that this was a weapon too powerful to comprehend.

"What kind of weapon is this? The rapid fire rate is so fast."

Cromwell's eyes widened.

His two legs moved back uncontrollably, for fear that the gun in Liang Qisheng's hand would be aimed at him.

I was afraid that Liang Qisheng would beat him to the ground without saying a word.

At this time, the soldiers who surrounded him all quietly moved back.

These people are not stupid, the firepower of the gun in Liang Qisheng's hand alone is already equal to seven or eight soldiers holding matchlock guns.

The speed of fire is fast, and it can be fired in bursts. If you don't have the eyesight to rush over at this time, you will be courting death.

No one dares to joke with their own lives, especially in this case.

Liang Qisheng put on another magazine, and put the Polk gun in his hand back into the holster on his waist.

He looked at these people standing in front of him with a smile, and said, "What did you want to do just now? Did you want to see if the weapon in my hand is powerful?"

An old battalion soldier following Liang Qisheng hastily translated these words into Hongyi language.

Members of the royal family walking aside hastily translated the Hongyi language into English.

This old battalion soldier was Zheng Zhilong's old battalion before, and Zheng Zhilong sent him to Liang Qisheng because he could speak Hongyi dialect.

After Cromwell heard these words clearly.The back footsteps gradually stopped.

A smile appeared on his face again, with a lot more panic and respect than before.

"We didn't mean that. You are guests, so you just wanted to dress up and welcome you. But you didn't expect the weapon in your hand to be so powerful. We didn't mean anything else. We were just enthusiastic about each other." Cromwell repeated Said.

"I hope what you say is true. I have no other advantages, but I am more impatient. If I see a threat, I will often act first. I hope you can understand, and I hope you can understand what I said talk."

Liang Qisheng jumped off his horse and stood in front of Cromwell just like that.

The disdain on his face became a little stronger, and he was contemptuous in his heart, talking about barbarism.

Cromwell had no choice but to endure and keep smiling.

The members of the royal family felt relieved after seeing the devastated expression on Cromwell's face. Although he was controlled by Liang Qisheng now, as members of the royal family, they had suffered a lot in the hands of Cromwell before.

Cromwell and Charles I didn't deal with each other, and they would naturally not be respected by Cromwell as members of the royal family.

Although there was not much conflict between them and Cromwell, and Cromwell did not kill them, the usual torture and difficulties did not decrease in any way.

They have long regarded Cromwell as the greatest enemy in this life in their hearts, but due to the limitation of their previous strength, no matter how great their anger is, they can only bury it in their hearts.

Seeing that Cromwell was stunned by Liang Qisheng's several shots, they felt very comfortable.

Cromwell cautiously walked in front of Liang Qisheng. At this moment, how could he still look so superior?
"I don't know what the name of the weapon your Excellency used just now? It's so powerful, I've never seen it before." His gaze was on Liang Qisheng's butt gun.

There was a mixture of fear and longing in his eyes.

Frightened that the gun was in Liang Qisheng's hands, he longed for this weapon to be his own one day.

With this weapon, defeating Charles I would not be a problem.

Even one day, the entire West can be unified.

Liang Qisheng took out the shell gun again, and he aimed at the bird that landed on a big tree not far away.

Adjust your breathing, and pull the trigger after three points and one line.

Gunshots, birds fall.

Cromwell quickly praised: "Good marksmanship."

Liang Qisheng turned off the safety, weighed the shell gun in his hand, and said: "This gun is called twenty-shot, and it can be fired twenty times in a row. Guns like this are common in our army, and we have weapons that are more powerful than this The presence.

A weapon called a machine gun can fire hundreds of bullets in just a few breaths. No matter how many people are in front of me, as long as there is no solid shelter in front of them, I am confident that I can kill them within an hour. Kill them all. "

When the translated words reached Cromwell's ears, he only felt that he was listening to heaven.

Growing up so big, I have never heard such an outrageous thing.

His attitude became more respectful, and his heart became more panicked.

To be an enemy of such a person is courting death.

"I don't know what your Excellency came to us for?"

Cromwell looked at Liang Qisheng cautiously.

Logically speaking, these orientals have such powerful weapons in their hands. If they fancy something in this place, they can just grab it directly. There is no need to be so courteous.

These people were originally some bandits, relying on the strength of their weapons to burn, kill and loot all over the world.

According to their thinking, since Liang Qisheng and the others have such a powerful weapon in their hands, there is no need to waste so much with themselves, just grab it directly.

"Do business, do a big business, do a big business with huge profits!" Liang Qisheng laughed.

"Big business?!" Cromwell wondered.

With such powerful weapons, it is against common sense to do business instead of establishing colonies.

"Yes, it's big business, go in and talk." Liang Qisheng said.

Cromwell hurriedly welcomed everyone in and sat in a luxurious tent.

Of course, Liang Qisheng naturally wanted to sit at the top.

The people sitting with him in the tent all looked at Liang Qisheng cautiously.

For fear of neglecting somewhere.

After saying some compliments and enlivening the atmosphere, Cromwell finally asked the question in his heart: "I don't know what your business is?"

Liang Qisheng slapped the pistol on the table in front of him, and said, "Arms business!"

Cromwell was still a little unresponsive, staring blankly at the shucking gun on the table.

"Arms business? Can this kind of gun be sold outside? Can we buy it too?!"

In an instant, the worry in my heart disappeared completely, replaced by excitement.

From the scene just now, the power of this weapon can already be seen clearly.

If you can really buy it, it will be a great success.

At that time, not only the United Kingdom, but also France, the Netherlands, and Spain may be seen.

At that time, he will become the real emperor, the real master.

"We won't sell this kind of gun!" Liang Qisheng's voice dragged on for a long time.

When Cromwell heard that he couldn't sell it, the excitement he had finally brought up disappeared completely.

"but……"

Liang Qisheng made a but, and pulled Cromwell back from his depression.

"We have other powerful weapons in our hands, that kind of weapon, we will sell!
If you have an idea, follow me tomorrow! "

It was late at night, and Cromwell couldn't sleep.

Lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, still unable to make up his mind, not knowing whether he would go or not tomorrow.

If he went, he really didn't know what was going on there, and he didn't know if these orientals would kill him.

If you don't go, the temptation of this weapon is too great. If you can get this weapon, then defeating Charles I will no longer be a dream.

The most important thing is, if he doesn't go, and he has no way to drive these people away, will Charles I get in touch with these people when Charles I comes back?
He didn't sleep well all night, and walked into Liang Qisheng's tent the next day with big dark circles under his eyes.

The moment he met Liang Qisheng, he expressed his decision.

"I'll go, I'll take people there!" Cromwell said.

This time, he planned to go there in person to see with his own eyes what weapons were still there.

He wasn't worried that these orientals would kill him. The weapons Liang Qisheng used were already powerful enough. If he really wanted to kill him, he would have killed him yesterday.

After thinking about these things, he became much more courageous.

Liang Qisheng smiled and said, "If that's the case, then follow me!"

After a while, Liang Qisheng took Cromwell and the others away.

……

Those people far away in Amsterdam don't know what's going on here.

Under the leadership of Descartes, the research on the gas tank shells has also reached the most critical step.

In a huge pool, Descartes stood in it with his trousers on his legs.

Around him, there are quite a few scholars.

They are also dressed like Descartes.

The gas tank shell lay quietly in the pool. Descartes bent over, holding a saw in his right hand, sawing the shell carefully.

In fact, the body of the projectile was almost sawn off in the middle.

A few days ago, Descartes used this method to saw a slit in the projectile body, and the gunpowder inside was basically poured out.

Now, Descartes' goal is to completely cut open the cannonball and take a look at the specific structure inside.

For the sake of safety, he chose this method even though the gunpowder inside was poured out.

The movements in his hands continued to speed up, and the projectile was gradually sawed in half.

Around the pool stood Charles I, Louis XIV, and Hendrick.

Their eyes were fixed on Descartes in the pool, for fear of missing something.

For them, this cannonball is very important. If it can be successfully imitated, then their dominance will go one step further.

Unfortunately, this is just their wishful thinking.

It was such a coincidence that just when they were about to figure out the structure of the gas tank shells, Zheng Zhilong came with a weapon.

"Open, open!"

Accompanied by Descartes' exclamation, the cannonball was finally sawed in half by him.

After washing away all the remaining gunpowder inside, Descartes and the people standing in the pool lifted the projectile that had been sawed in half out of the pool.

As soon as it was placed outside, Charles I and the others swarmed over.

Looking at the water-stained projectile on the ground, Charles I couldn't wait to look at Descartes, and quickly asked: "Have you figured it out now? What is the structure of this shell? With our current strength, can we Make a copy of this shell."

The same is true of Louis XIV, who couldn't wait to ask the same question.

Hendrick also asked: "Yes, whether we can manufacture this shell now is a very important matter."

This stumped Descartes. He had just sawed the cannonball in half, and asked these things before he started researching. How would he know?

Descartes didn't hide it either, he explained it truthfully.

The joy that finally rose in Charles I's heart disappeared a lot at this time.

"You are not concentrating at all. If you had sawed off the projectile body earlier, there should be no problem." Charles I muttered.

His face was full of anxiety, wishing that Descartes could imitate the gas tank shells on the spot.

He was the most anxious of the three people present, and he was naturally anxious after losing successive battles with the council.

"But the hardness of the projectile is very high. I want to saw it in advance. I don't have that ability." Descartes explained.

"All right, all right, this is the end of the matter, let's ignore these things, let's study it slowly, it's still early!" Louis XIV said.

(End of this chapter)