In fact, Yilu also urgently needed reinforcements. Although he suffered only 500 casualties during the capture of Dinghai and Ningbo, he encountered serious illness after landing.

His soldiers were not accommodating.

The British army who set foot on Zhejiang for the first time encountered serious infectious diseases. A large number of soldiers fell ill or even died every day, so that Yilu's threat to the Yangtze River became a verbal saying that at least before the reinforcements arrived, he was unable to attack any city. After all, he was only a little bit of people, and the defense of the three cities of Dinghai, Zhenhai and Ningbo also required a large number of soldiers. By the way, they even appointed their own Ningbo prefect, and a missionary named Guo Shili served as the prefect of Ningbo and was respected by the locals as Guo Ye. In this case, they really began to restore friendship with Yang Feng.

The latter controls the Pearl River Estuary.

Yilu was confident that his fleet could defeat Yang Feng's three warships, but he did not think that the escort ships that reinforced the fleet could do this.

However……

"The God Emperor doesn't want to see you!"

In front of the newly built God Palace on the shore of Liuhua Lake, Guangzhou, a female servant in a red uniform said to Elliot who was waiting.

At this time, the Divine Emperor finally had his own palace.

It's just a little smaller, and it's basically a big house for a landlord.

As for the female servant, this is naturally indispensable. They are all tall, long and beautiful, and they are all big feet.

"Uh, I wonder when Your Majesty will see me?"

Elliot said.

"The Emperor of God said that Victoria's betrayal of his friendship made him very angry, so he cut off all engagements with Great Britain and the United Kingdom of Ireland, and he will not see any messengers sent by Victoria until you formally apologize to him and compensate him for the losses caused by his previous barbarity."

After the female attendant said that, she waved her hand, and the guards on both sides immediately stepped forward with rifles.

Poor Elliot had to leave.

"What does he mean?"

The traveler Madichen said in confusion in the carriage.

"He means very simple. He will not care about our war with the Tatars. He will do whatever we like. Including our reinforcement fleet, he will not stop it from going north, but will not provide convenience, such as allowing our fleet to dock his port. Of course, he will not recognize any treaties with the Tatars. No matter how much land we rent from the Tatars, he will not recognize them. For example, Hailing Island, he will definitely take it back, and Hong Kong Island cannot give us, so our fleet can continue to go north, but don't go to Guangzhou, and go directly to Dinghai bypassing the Pearl River estuary."

Elliot said.

"Then even if we defeat the Tatars and get everything we want, we must help them solve the emperor, at least we cannot let him move forward any further. He is not in our interests, let alone let him control China, so we have to face a real enemy."

Ma Dichen said.

"Compared with his control of China, another thing is more worrying to me."

Elliot said as he pushed open the car window, looking at the bustling streets outside with a serious expression, and the obviously sunny faces on the streets. After only one year of sight, this place has completely changed into a world.

In the past, all he saw in this city was the endless darkness.

The ragged poor people lived humbly like walking corpses under the sticks of the officers. They were pale and thin, and they were peeping at all opportunities to get food like mice. They also crawled at the feet of officials like mice. It seemed that their waists were never straight, they had no dignity, they had no future, they had no soul, and their lives were just surviving in the quagmire of poverty and darkness, just like the poor Paris in front of the great geming, even worse than the latter, at least the latter had Voltaire, and they had only one Confucianism who taught them to continue living like this.

But now their waists are straightened.

Their faces were filled with smiles.

They turned from a group of slaves to humans.

But this change is not without a price, but it is not their price to pay, but those who once trampled on them high.

At this moment, the decayed heads of these people are still hanging on the walls of this city.

However……

"What if one day the poor people in East London hang our heads on the London Bridge, just like them?"

He suddenly said.

"Well, why do you think this way?"

Ma Dichen said in surprise.

"Don't you think that His Majesty the Emperor is doing a geming? His overthrow of the Tatars was just an excuse. He was doing a geming like the French in the past, both rich and poor, and equally noble and humble, without nobles and landlords, and all the rich and the poor were distributed to the poor. How much like France in the past, even he was even more advanced than France in the past, the French used the plague they created to destroy the order of Europe, and he was also using the plague he created to destroy the order of Asia. We had just defeated Napoleon in Europe, but now we have seen a new ghost in Asia.

But now it is not the Middle Ages, and the arrival of the steam era has brought us closer.

The plague he created would not last long from Asia to Europe. Imagine when the poor in Britain knew they could cut off the heads of nobles and divide the lands of nobles, when the workers in the East London knew they could organize trade unions to fight for their rights, and when the indigenous people in our colonies knew that they could rise up and kill the colonists like he did against the Tatars...

Too scary!

This plague is even far more than the French.

If the French were just igniting a little fire in order, he was burning everything.

He will bring about a catastrophe of order.

A catastrophe of civilization.”

Elliot said emotionally.

At the same time, he patted a brand new sacred edict next to him with his hands. The first page spread out was a line of eye-catching red words:

Everything belongs to the laborers.

"You, are you too sensitive? He is just an Eastern wizard, relying on the magic they said to be tempting the people, but his these things are useless in Europe. We are all God's people, and we will not believe in his things. What's more, all of this is based on his strong military power, but his military power is not worth mentioning to us. Four third-class ships forced him to shrink to Guangzhou, and we have more than a hundred such and even more powerful warships. His soldiers are invincible in fighting the Tatars, but our soldiers are invincible in fighting the Tatars.

If we want, we can strangle him to death at any time.

As for the people.

You should believe that Her Majesty's subjects, who had experienced the plague of the French, but they were not infected, and they also tried to eliminate the plague. If the emperor also wanted to spread the plague he created to Europe, Her Majesty's subjects would also eliminate it.

And I don't think he has this ability either.

As for the colonies...

Are you talking about India?

That's too exaggerated!”

Ma Dichen said with a smile.

It is obvious that he had a completely different feeling on this issue. After all, it was too early to talk about Yang Feng's thoughts that polluted the pure minds of European workers. Moreover, in the degree of industrialization in Guangzhou, few capitalists used their tragic experiences to provide warnings to them. For Madichen, Yang Feng's scout of the landlord's home is far less exciting. He is a capitalist and not a landlord. At most, this kind of thing happened in the British colonies. But the problem is that the British colonies in this area are mainly India. For Madichen, who is familiar with India, the Indians will rise up to resist the British colonists...

That's really exaggerated.

"Is it exaggerated? I hope so!"

Elliot sneered.

But no matter what they wanted, because Yang Feng's acquiescence, a reinforcement fleet full of three thousand British troops was replenished in Brunei and then went straight to the Taiwan Strait and then headed north. Then, before the end of the winter southwest monsoon, this precious reinforcement arrived in Ningbo.

At this time, something even more tragic and even sad and angry happened to Daoguang.

Yilu knew how to deal with him.

Originally, Yilu wanted to attack outward with Ningbo as the base, so he even started attacking Cixi. However, at this time, the Ningbo prefect Guo Shili, who was appointed by him, told him that as long as he captured Zhenjiang and cut off the canal from Jiangnan to Beijing, Daoguang could submit, and the princes and ministers in Beijing would rely on the canal to support him. This magic plan was told by a local Confucian scholar, and the reason why the Confucian scholar told him this secret was actually...

Well, the latter has no money to go to Beijing to take the exam.

He urgently needed some money to go to Beijing to take the top scorer.

Of course, it is not that simple. The Confucian scholar is probably behind a certain gentry. For the gentry in eastern Zhejiang, as long as the British do not continue to fight in eastern Zhejiang, it is enough. As for whether they cut off the canal transportation or not, the gentry in eastern Zhejiang, the hard-core crops in Beijing are nervous, so they will be nervous. Anyway, they can't be hungry, but if the British army continues to fight in eastern Zhejiang, they will be unlucky, so they would rather cause trouble to the east and let the British army attack Zhenjiang.

Of course, this is just a guess.

Anyway, Yilu, who knew how to hold Daoguang's neck, simply evacuated Ningbo. The city was useless to him. Then he led the fleet to enter the Yangtze River without hesitation. Lin Zexu, who had originally planned to counterattack Ningbo in Zhejiang and Yijing, and Yuqian, the new governor of Zhejiang, hurriedly led various troops north to rescue, but unfortunately he was still one step late. Yilu once again relied on landing operations to break through the Wusong Fort with the loss of a six-class ship, and then rushed up against the current to Jiangyin. Lin Zexu had to urgently reinforce Jiangyin, but he was still one step late. The British army successfully captured Jiangyin and then drove to the next stop of Zhenjiang.

This time, Lin Zexu finally got ahead.
Chapter completed!