Chapter 1373 The British conspiracy (second update, please subscribe)
Author: Xiaoyu’s Destiny
Chapter 1373 The British conspiracy (second update, please subscribe)
Noon on March 3rd, Persian Gulf.
On this day, the Persian Gulf was as calm as ever, but now it is the center of the world's storm.
The naval battle a few days ago has profoundly changed the world.
Of course, it also made the Russian fleet in the Persian Gulf the target of public criticism and a thorn in the side of the British.
However, the commander of the fleet, General Makarov, knew that the British were powerful. On the day of the conflict, he ordered the fleet to leave the Persian port and sail directly into Kuwait.
Kuwait...that is the royal territory of the Ming Empire.
The Port of Kuwait is nothing more than a naval anchorage. It is not a formal naval base at all. There are no necessary base facilities such as docks, ship channels, ship repair yards, ordnance processing, etc. There is only a simple lighthouse standing out.
It stands on the tip of a promontory at one end of the harbor.
A huge breakwater extends from the coast. It blocks the waves of the Persian Gulf from the port. There are no waves in the port all year round, and the level is like a mirror.
At this time, the Russian fleet, headed by the Dreadnought-class battleships Sevastopol and Petropavlovsk, was quietly moored at the berth.
If it were normal, the arrival of the friendly fleet would have come, but now... what does the existence of this fleet mean?
Regarding the visit of Russian warships, Governor Zhang Guoren was not aware of the danger at first. After all, Russian warships had also sailed here to replenish oil and water before.
But soon, after learning what the Russians were doing in the Persian Gulf, Zhang Guoren understood why they were here.
"These bastards, they want to get us involved!"
Indeed, this is what the Russians thought. They not only wanted to take refuge here, but also wanted to involve Ming Dynasty in this incident.
Standing on the balcony of the Governor's Palace, Zhang Guoren looked at Russia on the sea... No, it should be the seven warships of the Roman Empire Navy - two hill-like battleships. Although they looked very spectacular, in Zhang Guoren's view, they were nothing more than
Deaf ears - decoration.
"Are there any new instructions in the country?"
Again, Zhang Guoren asked.
What was he asking? How to deal with the Russian ships, drive them out? Or stay here as guests.
If you stay here, you will get into trouble!
"The country still requires us to be courteous to the navies of friendly countries. Now Russia is negotiating with the empire on matters related to the sale of warships."
What is the so-called sale?
It was just a cover-up. To put it bluntly, the Roman Empire sold these military ships trapped in Kuwait to the Ming Empire at a price. Then what? The Ming Empire sent some naval officers and soldiers to sail the ships back to Rome. Finally, they spent money to buy them.
return.
In this way, these few Russian dreadnoughts blocked in the harbor can leave Kuwait openly, and the dead game becomes a living game.
"Courtesy? Don't they know there is a British fleet in the Persian Gulf?"
The British fleet is in the Persian Gulf. To be precise, it is just dozens of nautical miles away, waiting eagerly to catch this Russian fleet in one fell swoop!
"Sir, this is the territory of the empire. Unless the British want to go to war with the empire, they will never open fire. Negotiations... they should make further negotiations!"
Just when Tagawa, Director of the Foreign Affairs Office of the Governor's Office said these words,
General Fisher, who has been cruising outside imperial territorial waters, is staring with his telescope at the distant coastline where he and his fleet have been cruising for the past few days.
The Russian fleet...can't always hide in the Ming Dynasty's port!
"Your Excellency Commander, urgent call from London!"
Captain Jellicoe personally took the telegram and walked to Fisher's side. While handing over the telegram, he said softly.
"London requires us to take all measures to deal with the Russian squadron today..."
All measures?
Deal with the Russian squadron...
These words burst into Fisher's eyes, and he laughed directly.
"London is trying to drag everyone down!"
"What?"
"Germany has mobilized, France has also mobilized, and so has Russia, but no one has declared war yet. Now, as long as we bombard the Russian fleet hiding in Kuwait Port, a declaration of war will be inevitable, and the whole world will be involved...
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As a soldier, Fischer was very concerned about the politicians in London.
"Aren't the Russians hiding here to drag the Ming Kingdom into trouble?"
Jellicoe thought for a while and said.
"But even if we drag the Ming Dynasty into the water, what about the Americans? If the Americans stay out of the matter, it will still be extremely detrimental to us."
"Americans...leave this issue to the Ming Dynasty to consider! Now implement the order!"
Although this telegram was very frivolous, it held great promise in Fisher's hands. This was a telegram that would determine the fate of the world.
He gently folded the telegram and put it in his pocket, Fisher said.
"Execute bombardment after approaching 6 nautical miles!"
"Your Mightiness……"
Jellicoe, who originally wanted to remind the Russian fleet at the port of Ming Dynasty, said when the words came to his lips.
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
Immediately, the Fisher fleet once again sailed into the territorial waters of the Ming Empire. In the past few days, Fisher had commanded the fleet to sail into the territorial waters of the Ming Empire many times, sailing in and out again. This was completely in line with international law - no law during peacetime.
Infringing the right of way.
Everyone is used to this, including of course Lieutenant General Makarov, the commander of the Russian fleet on the battleship Sevastopol.
"Sir, the British are here again!"
"Again", Lieutenant General Makarov said.
"Let them go. The British are just waiting for us to leave. Now the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is negotiating with the Ming Dynasty to sell warships. Once an agreement is reached, we can leave here."
For the Russian sailors trapped in the port of Kuwait, their only hope is that the two countries can reach an agreement, otherwise they will be trapped on the warship and in the port of this friendly country.
"This is the port of the Ming Empire. The British...unless they want to go to war with the Ming Dynasty, they will never attack us."
Putting down the telescope, Makarov didn't even look at the British warships. To a certain extent, he hoped that Fisher could fire the cannon. This was also the purpose of his coming here - to provoke a war between Ming Dynasty and Britain.
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If the British open fire... it will be a double blessing!
The lookout soldiers who had been staring closely at the British fleet exclaimed loudly.
"Oh my God, the British turned their guns on us!"
Just when Makarov turned his head in surprise, the ship in the distance flashed brightly.
The dreadnought finally fought its first battle since its invention, and used its first salvo to tell the world how powerful the cannon giant ship was...
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