Chapter 1484: The Opportunity of the British Empire (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The twenty-seventh year of Shengde, February 14, 1996, Valentine’s Day.

But for many girls, this is destined to be a Valentine's Day without a lover.

It was a rare good day in London, with clear blue skies.

Unfortunately, Thomas was in a very bad mood as he sat on a bench in Hyde Park. He found himself getting more and more homesick.

Home, where is home?

It’s the Ming Dynasty.

It’s been sixteen years!

Thomas sat on the bench smoking a cigarette and thought: Sixteen years ago, he came to England and was admitted to Cambridge under a disguised identity. Then he joined a spacecraft company and became a spacecraft engineer. A spacecraft is an airship.

Although he had an enviable job in the UK, deep down in his heart, he always longed to go home. It was not because he was worried that he would be exposed one day and then executed as a spy. But because, in his opinion, Ming Dynasty was his real home.

And only by returning to the Ming Dynasty did Thomas feel that he would have a real home.

Although he is already thirty-five years old, he still has no home of his own. Of course, he has a lover. Just two days ago, he and the Baroness were making love in the house he rented. The Baroness repeatedly asked him not to use safety measures. She was a new widow - her husband had just died in the French battlefield. She needed a child to inherit the title, of course, the child would pretend to be the offspring of her dead husband. There was no other way. As for whether he could succeed under her request, it would depend on luck.

At present, to him, the widow was just his lover. Maybe she would give birth to his child, but he wanted to have his own family, his own wife and children...

Just like now... watching a woman enjoying the sunshine pushing a baby stroller walking past him, this is what Thomas wanted, to be able to walk under the sunshine.

Thomas was imagining the future and his own family when he suddenly heard a shrill alarm. Like many passers-by around him, he looked up at the sky: at an altitude of about 20,000 feet in the southwest, several white clouds appeared in the clear sky. If he had a telescope, he would have been able to find that they were huge cigars.

Of course, they are definitely not cigars, but airships of the French Empire

The French airship actually reached the sky over London!

On such a sunny day!

What are those idiots in the air defense department doing?

idiot!

Just then, he saw several black spots struggling to fly high into the sky.

But they obviously couldn't fly that high. After learning that the Ming Empire had carried out a devastating bombing on New York, Thomas, as an engineer, immediately figured out how the Ming Empire did it. It wasn't just the night bombing, but also the altitude. Altitude was very important.

Compared to airplanes, if airships use less water for counterweight, they can reach heights that airplanes cannot reach, and naturally they don't need to worry about threats from the ground or airplanes.

Now, the French must be using the same approach!

Don’t they know that after the Ming Empire bombed New York, the French were likely to launch an air raid on London?

Looking up at the sky, Thomas cursed those idiots in his heart. It was not that he was worried about what kind of bombing London would suffer, but he was worried that he would be bombed!

The park was filled with the shrill sound of police whistles and people were running in panic. Thomas cursed under his breath while running with all his might along the crowd towards the nearest subway station, which was the best air defense facility.

In fact, it cannot be said that the British Royal Air Defense Department was not prepared. At least they were prepared... the subway. They had long planned the subway as an air-raid shelter. They had conducted many drills before London was bombed.

Now…this isn’t a drill!

There were constant alarm sounds on the radio, as well as the announcer's nervous and hasty shouts.

"This is not a drill. Please go to the nearest subway station immediately to take shelter. This is not a drill..."

But what if there is no subway station nearby?

Then just lie on the ground or in the bathtub and get blown up!

When Thomas entered the subway station, he vaguely heard the sound of a bomb exploding, and loud noises began to come from a distance...

The sound of the air raid sirens being lifted echoed in the sky above London. Cecil, the Prime Minister of the Empire, was standing at the window of his office, looking at the thick smoke rising in the distance. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

"As God knows, we will have our revenge! This is the first time - the first time London has been attacked by invaders!"

This bombing is a slap in the face of the British Empire!

Standing beside him, Balfour looked a little heavy-hearted, even though he was called by his colleagues in the House of Commons as a politician who could handle things easily even in the age of Machiavelli. But it was useless for a politician to encounter such a thing.

"Yes, we must take revenge!"

Belfort said bluntly.

"If we cannot retaliate against the French with bombs and do not drop bombs on Paris, then the whole world will see our weakness, even Britain... The British people will not accept our weakness. We must use a strong counterattack to prove to them... The British Empire will fight back against all challenges it faces!"

"Yes, we must use the most powerful counterattack to prove this to the whole world. The British Empire will never allow others to attack us!"

Cecil said in an angry tone.

"God is my witness! We will soon take revenge on those damned Frenchmen!"

Seeing that his uncle's anger had subsided a lot, Balfour thought for a moment, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured two glasses. He walked to his uncle with the wine and handed him a glass of wine.

Seeing my uncle, he said:

"We want revenge. After such a bombing, all we want is revenge. What about the Americans?"

American!

Without waiting for Cecil to speak, Balfour said word by word:

"This air raid has made all British people feel angry, which is conceivable, but what about the Americans? Their cities have been destroyed and New York has become a ruin. In this case, don't the Americans want revenge?"

He took the wine glass from Belfort and glanced at him calmly:

"Yes, they will definitely take revenge, at least they want to,"

"But how can they retaliate? It's at least tens of thousands of miles from the United States to Ming Dynasty. Their airships are likely to be exposed to the world before they even reach Ming Dynasty."

Belfort said with a smile.

"Now, our chance has come."

(End of this chapter)