On July 4th, another morning came, and a force was marching on the road.

The dress of this unit is no different from that of the New Model Army, and even the flag is somewhat similar. However, the officers riding on horseback on both sides of the road look like an oriental. This is the English Legion of the Ming Dynasty. The soldiers were walking on the road, and soon the column turned into a long line and lined up across two floating bridges.

The sun shone on the marching team. In this team, Wells carried a rifle and walked forward. When he was a man, he would turn his eyes to the distance. He was a little worried that the new model army might suddenly launch a terrible attack on them at any time.

However, such concerns are obviously redundant.

Moreover, during this rapid march, the soldiers in the legion were more concerned about distance. After marching for half a day, they began to count the miles they had walked, and they were getting tired as they walked.

"The feet get hurt more and more, just for the little damn military pay, just a little..."

A tall soldier said.

"No, this QQ, that QQ, almost no money left..."

Under the scorching sun like fire, the soldiers sweating all over their bodies complained from time to time.

But even so, their pace did not stop until it was almost noon and during lunch, they had to rest for a while.

But before they could rest, the gathering orders were conveyed to the new model army on the battlefield!

"Hurry up, gather quickly..."

On the battlefield, the officers walking around shouted loudly that although the commands they issued were not in English, through their supervision, this "English Legion" of ten thousand people formed several square formations in the Chinese commands of the Chinese officers and the shouts of the veterans.

In fact, among such a "Two-Five-Zai Legion", the most important one is the English veterans. They may not understand Chinese, but at least they can command a platoon of soldiers so that they will not fall into chaos. This is the same as the army formed by the British later in India.

In fact, this "Erwuzi Legion" is similar to the "colonial legion" of European countries later. It doesn't matter whether it can be shared in language. What is important is that these people can understand simple passwords and then act according to the password.

While this "Two Five-Year Legion" gathered, Cromwell's legion was also gathering. In the wilderness in north London, pieces of red and square formations became the most conspicuous existence in this wilderness.

When you are at a high place, you can clearly see that there is a bronze cannon in this red area.

Infantry, cavalry, artillery...

Such a team of more than 30,000 people has gathered here from England, Scotland and even Ireland in the past half month.

"This is a battle that can be recorded in history!"

George Monk sighed.

Although he had commanded many battles, it was the largest battle. For this battle, the Duke of the National Guard mobilized almost all the power he could mobilize.

The Duke of Protector is so eager to win!

He looked at the Duke of Guardian in front of him, and even from the side, he could clearly see his gaze's desire for victory.

Desire for victory!

The reason why the Duke of the National Guard was eager for victory was because his recent failures made him a little anxious, and the victory of this battle would be directly related to the existence of the Republic of England.

And what about the enemies they are facing?

Looking at the "traitors" opposite from the telescope, their legion had only about 9,000 people.

"Your Majesty, they have 36 cannons, all of which were seized from our cannons!"

"It's nothing, our cannons are more than them!"

Cromwell smiled and said.

"And, it's far from the Thames!"

Everything is perfect, at least it can be guaranteed that the Ming Dynasty's naval guns will not be able to hit here.

Now this battle is undoubtedly a fair battle. As long as you defeat this legion, you can warn the traitors who have ulterior motives and let them understand a truth that even the Chinese cannot save them!

"John,"

Cromwell pointed ahead and said.

"We are now commanding the largest legion in British history. This victory will surely be recorded in history. You and me, each of us, will be remembered by the world..."

Including this battle!

Just as Cromwell expected, this battle will be remembered by history no matter what, not only because of the scale of the war, but more importantly its significance. Just as the Ming fleet burned London, even if the main force is now a group of English 25 boys, for Europe, this is "the expedition of Chinese civilization to European civilization". This conflict of civilizations will inevitably leave a profound meaning in Europe.

"Western!"

Staring at the battlefield, Zhang Mingzhen said in an extremely calm tone.

"Compared with the Ming Dynasty, we called Europa "Western". Everything about them is completely different from China, with very different appearances and completely different language customs. Such barbarians must be educated. What this war involves is whether the countries of Europe will continue to despise China!"

Although "clash of civilization" is a strange noun for people of this era, this kind of conflict of civilization is not unfamiliar with Chinese civilization. "Chinese Thought" is based on Confucian Chinese conception. Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Chinese nation living in the Yellow River Basin regarded itself as "central country", considering itself to be the center of civilization, and regarding the surrounding nations as barbarians, barbarians, Rong, and Di. All the unified dynasties in China have been guided by Chinese thought, and established a Chinese order in East Asia through means such as conquest, recruitment, restraint, and canonization.

This Chinese-Japanese order is essentially a "clash of civilizations". The cultural superiority of Chinese people over the past dynasties towards the "barbarians" around them comes from the core. Even in the Ming Dynasty, the scholars of the Ming Dynasty actively studied the world and absorbed modern European science, but did not change the superiority of this civilization.

It is precisely this sense of superiority that makes Zhang Mingzhen and others unable to accept England's "slook on the Ming Dynasty". In his opinion and everyone in the mission, Europeans should give the Ming Dynasty enough respect, just like the barbarians around the Ming Dynasty, they should regard the Ming Dynasty as the Heavenly Kingdom.

What?

Not used to it?

Then let them get used to it!

They don't want to...

Then beat them until they are willing!

Zhang Mingzhen raised the corners of his lips slightly and said.

"After this battle, European countries will surely know that I will not be offended tomorrow!"

Is it enough to burn one London?

Of course not enough!

More importantly, to make England shed more blood, the power of the Ming Dynasty must be maintained by the blood of barbarians.

The Ming Dynasty will never talk about benevolence and righteousness.

Talking about benevolence and righteousness with the barbarians is nothing more than playing the piano against the cow!

Just as his words were finished, someone suddenly said there.
Chapter completed!