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Chapter 749 Street Fighting

Chapter 749 Street Fighting

The confrontation at sea continued, with the French fleur-de-lis flag, the Spanish Burgundy cross flag, and the British Union Jack fluttering in the wind and the naval guns aimed at each other.

However, it did not affect the expeditionary forces that had already landed in the harbor and continued their mission.

They split up into several reconnaissance teams and dispersed into the city.

Each squad was led by a King's Blade and five armored infantrymen, followed by dozens of musketeers in tan uniforms, who checked every street for enemy ambushes.

The dark alley seemed to hide a monster that could swallow everything.

As Lieutenant Colonel Scott watched the scouts walk in, he inexplicably developed a sense of foreboding.

But soon, his attention was no longer on these scouts.

He shouted loudly: "Don't be stunned, everyone immediately set up the coastal defense positions, pull out the artillery, and aim at those damn French! Send a few more people to check, are those antique Texan coastal defense guns still there?"

Two British soldiers walked into a relatively luxurious mansion.

"This house is empty. The owners left in a hurry. They left this behind!"

The man happily picked up the few silver coins scattered on the ground, stuffed them into his pocket, and leisurely looked at the photo of a family of three hanging on the wall.

"Tsk, the owner's wife is pretty."

The companion opened the drawers in the house one by one, trying to find some lost property: "They say Texas is a devil's den, but in my opinion, this is not much different from a small country town in my country. Are we going to spend the night in this city tonight?"

"Otherwise, having a ready-made house is better than setting up a tent in the wilderness. I heard that mosquitoes in Texas can kill people. Ms. Nightingale's medical team didn't come with us this time."

Outside the mansion, King Blade, who was waiting silently like a machine, suddenly looked towards the distant tower, and his eyes under the helmet glowed red.

The next moment, the gun barrel behind him immediately turned and aimed, accompanied by a burst of red light, and the air was suddenly filled with the pungent smell unique to white crystal.

A group of armored infantry immediately followed suit and launched an attack.

On the tower, the faces of the wolf reconnaissance team changed drastically.

"Damn it, can you see us from such a distance?"

"Jump!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the soldiers of the Texas Reconnaissance Team fled from the tower. Almost at the same time, the horrific explosion and shock wave threw the fleeing team members into the air like a ball.

The explosion immediately alerted the scattered British soldiers.

"There are enemies!"

"I knew we couldn't trust the intelligence from those colonial guys. Be more alert!"

At this time, in the very center of New Naples.

At the top of the municipal building, Losa and his party were standing on the roof, looking into the distance at the British soldiers walking in the dark streets, emitting red glow like stars.

In his middle school textbooks, Lothar remembered that the fundamental cause of the outbreak of the First World War was the uneven distribution of spoils among the imperialist powers.

Texas was now their spoils to be divided up.

However, risks and opportunities are always equal. Once Texas defeats the British expeditionary force and achieves a great victory, even if the French want to bring Texas into their sphere of influence in the future, at most they will place Texas in a cooperative protectorate, rather than completely turning it into their puppet, vassal, or colony.

On the contrary, if there had not been such a record, even if Texas had contacted the French in advance, it would have only attracted another jackal.

On the roof, Veneto was eager to try.

"I'll go and see what the English have to say."

Veneto actually had no problem with the British. After all, he was a country bumpkin and had rarely seen a British person.

But now, the hatred level of the British in his mind is even higher than that of the Yaxi wolf tribe.

This combat record was also his most attentive one, although due to his limited strength, he was only at the level of an elite centurion, which made it difficult for him to play a role in a large-scale war.

"Hans will come with you. We can bring another wolf team with us so that we can have someone to look after us."

Naturally, Texas would not be completely unprepared for the enemy's landing.

It's just that the combat intelligence is kept confidential. There is a traitor in Texas, there is no doubt about that. After all, it is an immigrant country, it would be abnormal if there is no traitor. But the leakage of top-secret information such as the white crystal vein can only mean that there is a traitor within the wolf tribe.

Although Giuliano decided to take an idealistic path, his style was still quite pragmatic. The only people who could have access to such top-secret information as white crystal were the wolf clan, and the original Basilicata wolf clan.

"Viviana, you don't need to go into battle."

Candle Knight was a little confused: "Why?"

"Your identity is too sensitive."

Viviana felt a little warm in her heart, but she shook her head and said, "On a night like this, I won't let the enemy see my face clearly."

Now that I have joined yesterday's giant ship, I cannot fail to fulfill my duties.

What's more, helping the weak and punishing the strong is what a knight should do.

"In that case, let's divide into groups of two and start the action. Viviana, let's go together."

Finally, Losa made the decision and leaped from the roof. In an instant, he poured his mental strength into agility. Like a ghostly figure, he landed lightly on the ground, silently.

Arthur was also leading a team to scout the situation in the city, but he was in a much worse mood. He was the highest commander of the state militia, a man who could chat and laugh with the captain of the Knights of St. George, but in front of those local guys, even a small lieutenant dared to shout at him and give him orders.

What a disgrace.

It's all because of those damn slaves!

If it weren't for the black slave uprising that destroyed the entire state of Louisiana, the already sparse population would have been almost gone after a round of massacres, exiles, and capture.

According to convention, the state militia under his command must be expanded to at least 10,000 people in wartime, only then would he be worthy of his title of colonel.

But now, everything is ruined.

With only 300 militiamen under his command, he couldn't be tough in front of those local officers.

He originally planned to use this battle to gild himself, and then use it as a springboard to develop in the local area.

The militiamen were wandering around in a scattered manner, and their mood was also quite bad.

"There are so many bad things in this war. Now I regret why I didn't follow my cousin's family to California to live. Even going to mine is better than carrying a gun to the battlefield."

"Maybe it won't be our turn. You've seen the equipment of those local guys. They're huge steel beasts. No matter how scary the werewolves are, they're still flesh and blood."

A state militiaman who was a cowboy said with a smile: "The land in Texas is still very fertile. When the war is over, we can each get a plantation, buy some black slaves and raise good breeds, and then we can become plantation owners."

"Then you have to do more good things. After this incident, the price of black slaves has increased a lot. Those Portuguese merchants are so happy that they are crazy."

The militiamen nearby widened their eyes: "The black slaves are rising up to bite their masters, shouldn't the price fall?"

"That's true, but the plantation cannot do without the labor of black slaves. Those Mexicans are cunning and lazy. They can't compare with the black slaves trained by the Portuguese."

"I heard there was a new machine invented in Yankee country for harvesting cotton."

"That stuff is too expensive, and the cotton produced is of poor quality, so cotton merchants won't buy it."

The state militiamen chatted idly and were extremely perfunctory in their work.

Who made those damn British guys so arrogant? We don’t have any magic tools that can detect dark creatures, so even if there are omissions, we can’t blame them, right?

He didn't notice that in the dark alley right in front of him, a pair of green eyes were staring at the group of soldiers in striking red clothes.