OBS Chapter 770 Continue the War
Chapter 770 Continue the War
Chapter 770 Continue the War
"Ms. Nia, please take good care of Mr. Losa. If you need anything, please let us know."
In the guest room of Wolf Castle, Giuliano was giving instructions with a worried look on his face.
Lavinia nodded slightly: "Please rest assured, Losa's problem is not too serious. He will recover soon after removing the remaining holy light in his body."
"Uncle Giuliano, don't worry. Miss Nia is the top genius of the wolf tribe. Even the clergy of the church may not be able to compare with her in terms of healing. With her around, there will be no problem."
Valentina looked meaningfully at the unconscious man on the bed. She was 100% sure that this guy's condition was definitely not as bad as he appeared.
After they left, Cherinina asked again with some concern.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Lavinia shook her head. "I didn't lie just now. He is indeed fine. Although the Holy Light that invaded his body is quite violent, he is not a dark creature and has a high enough resistance to fire. And according to my observation, he should not be unconscious at all."
"Nia is right. I am indeed fine. Nina, don't worry about me. Go to the Wolf Hall. Although you can't stay here for long, this is your family after all. There are some things you can say but I can't."
Losa smiled and sat up from the bed. "We are not Texans after all. A few suggestions are enough. If we make more, we will be hated. That's why I did this."
He has always been very self-aware and would not use Giuliano as his subordinate just because "without me, there would be no Texas".
"Nia should be able to understand how I feel, right?"
Lavinia held up her gold-rimmed glasses with her hand. "Well, I guess you did this because of your personal relationship with Miss Valentina. It's really not appropriate for the Saluzzo family to get involved like this."
Texas has a large government, and Fort Wolf has very strict control over local areas. Officials from all regions have to come back to report on their work every six months, and the government also sends people to conduct unannounced visits and inspections.
It is rare for human officials to be so responsible. Mexico next door simply uses the lower-class people as production tools, and the upper-level officials are all British and French compradors. Key industries have been infiltrated by British and French forces, and due to the dumping of goods from the two countries, the local industry cannot develop at all.
How could the old wolf clan, who were used to being superior, willingly accept such a system?
When the team expands rapidly, a lot of sand will be mixed in. With the addition of these tumors, Texas will be really finished. At worst, it will deteriorate and will no longer be the ideal country in Lavinia's mind.
Is centralization good?
Objectively speaking, compared with this era of the survival of the fittest, this is certainly a good thing, as it allows us to concentrate our efforts on accomplishing great things.
But if we look back at it from the perspective of the Middle Ages, there are both advantages and disadvantages. If Lothar himself is a vassal, then for him, it can be said that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
To put it bluntly, what has the Apennine Peninsula become after being ruled by the wolves?
Ordinary people walking on the street have to live in fear of being killed by stray bullets during family conflicts.
There was a sudden commotion outside the door.
A guard said apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. This guy from the Saluzzo family wants to see you. He says he's one of your former gang leaders."
"Lothar, it's really you!"
The visitor looked surprised.
"Elmer!"
Losa looked at him with a smile. This guy was his good "partner" when he was in the Saluzzo family. At that time, he was classified as a three-star follower. Now it seems that Elemer Trouval has made great progress in strength.
"You're not dead?"
"Well, you know how to fake your own death and get away with it."
Losa walked briskly to Elemer's side and patted him on the shoulder: "Your strength has improved a lot. Judging from your outfit, you have become a centurion?"
"No, no, you are far inferior to the leader. Twenty years ago, you could kill an entire liquidation team, but now I can't even beat one of them."
Speaking of his strength, Elemer was obviously somewhat proud of himself. Over the years, he had gone through countless hardships and shed countless sweat on the training ground to achieve such progress. In the Saluzzo family, it was quite rare for a mixed-blood to become a middle-level leader like a centurion.
The reason he came to see Losa this time was actually because he had a vague idea of showing off.
"Sir, are you okay?"
During the conversation, a somewhat weak voice was heard outside the door.
Jeanne's face was extremely pale, having completely lost her former healthy wheat color. She looked light and weak, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time.
She walked into the room and took a deep breath: "Such a strong holy light, I thought you changed your job to become a paladin."
"Yao, Yao..."
Elemer's tongue was tied. He had thought that his current strength would impress Losa.
So... the legendary Brilliant Knight calls his leader "Sir"? This world is too magical.
"Okay, all of you go out. Professional matters should be left to professionals."
Jeanna started to drive people away. When it came to Shenghui, no one was more professional than her.
Losa looked at Elemer and said apologetically, "Let's talk after I recover from my injury."
"No, it's okay, Boss. Just take care of your injuries. I'll stay with the young lady. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
The newly promoted centurion, Elemer, almost ran away.
The other two did not stay long. After clearing the room, a hot body slipped into Losa's arms.
"what are you doing?"
"They didn't go far."
Her body was burning hot. She tried to take off Losa's clothes with one hand. Two blushes rose on her pale cheeks. "Shh - be quiet. The room is full of gold now. They can't sense anything."
"Aren't you going to heal my wounds?"
"Not only for you, but also for me. I have consumed too much Holy Light. Give me yours."
Her tone was somewhat overbearing. There was no point in keeping Losa anyway.
"In this way?"
"if not?"
In the garden outside the door, Celinina sighed softly: "Seeing adults charging in the front, we can't help at all."
Her tone was full of self-blame: "They must be in great pain now after being burned by the Holy Flame."
Lavinia's expression was a little strange. She muttered something under her breath. Seeing Celinina's puzzled expression, she hurriedly said, "Hurry to the Wolf Hall. I will give you priority in the next battle."
"No need... Hey, why are you pushing me?"
At the right moment, Fulin, who had just finished finishing the formation, came running over with a worried look on her face: "What's going on? I heard that the master was injured?"
Lavinia sighed deeply and mumbled something unclearly: "It's okay, it's okay, Jeanna is treating him. It's a critical moment now and can't be disturbed."
Others really couldn't sense anything, but Lavinia, who often gave blessings to Lothar, always kept a trace of her spirit on Lothar to monitor his condition at all times, but Lothar obviously forgot about this.
...
On board the London.
"What a bunch of rubbish! Before the war, Porfirio, who called himself the Napoleon of America, vowed to drink from the Brazos River and join us in New Basilicata. But in less than two days, his entire army was wiped out!"
Colonel Brown was furious in his command room.
Admiral George, who also received the news, calmly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. To be honest, he was already prepared to wait for London to send another general to replace him.
"Mr. Admiral, you don't seem to be surprised by this result at all."
"That's right. I dragged the Mexicans into the arena just to consume some of the Texans' strength. Could it be that we really expected a group of half-native Americans to defeat the powerful enemy that even we were defeated?"
Admiral George sighed, "But the strength shown by Texas is indeed shocking. I doubt whether those politicians in London are still determined to continue fighting. Maybe tomorrow we will receive a transfer order and return to the mainland by ship."
In order to compete with the French, the weapons they sold to the Mexicans were all cutting-edge products. Judging from their weapons and equipment alone, the Mexicans were no worse than the empire's second-line troops.
Even if reinforcements were sent from the mainland, they would not be the remaining hundreds of thousands of regular army troops. They could only be second-line troops temporarily recruited, which would not be much stronger than the Mexicans.
"It will continue."
Colonel Brown hesitated for a moment, but still told the news he got from his father.
"Our previous failures have already brought disgrace upon the empire internationally. Worse still, the long-dormant independence sentiment in the North American colonies has resurfaced."
Colonel Brown said in a deep voice: "I have received news that large-scale demonstrations have begun on the streets of London. If we can't turn the tide of the war..."
It was a good battle to establish authority, with the most advanced weapons and equipment, but ended up with a huge shit.
"I'm afraid our fate will be even worse than the worst outcome you expected."
Admiral George's face darkened. He frowned and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "But no matter what, we won't be able to continue our advance in the short term. I can't watch our boys die for the sake of my own future."
It's not that he values the lives of his men, but it would be difficult to win if he continues to fight now - and he will have to bear the responsibility then.
By then, it might not be a simple matter of dismissing him from his post. He might even be brought to a military court.
Colonel Brown whispered, "Perhaps London will send us on our march only after reinforcements arrive."
Admiral George sighed, "I hope so."
London abides by political rules, and senior generals like him are generally not used as scapegoats, just like Sir John Redvers, who fought badly in the Boer War and ended up losing his job.
But the current situation is different.