"Is this a supply ship?!" The French-Austrian alliance was suddenly confused.
Long Yan's supply ship was so fast that even Faao's most advanced ships couldn't catch up.
King Yong used his binoculars to watch the Fao officers jumping around on the deck and grinned: "Haha, a bunch of fools actually want to chase my supply ship."
However, he was also shocked by the speed of the supply ship. He knew that the steam engine that Liu Zheng had improved by some foreigner was very powerful, but he did not expect it to be so powerful.
According to Liu Zheng, the biggest improvement of this supply ship is not the power, but the entire structure, making it more like a combat ship.
But everyone knows that supply ships do not have so much space to install turrets, and their bodies are also large, so they are not suitable for fighting wars.
King Yong looked at the Fa'ao fleet approaching slowly, and it was time to show off the fangs of the Dragon Flame supply ship.
Without thinking, the Fa'ao officer concluded that this must be the result of the high-speed movement of the Longyan fleet.
They immediately pursued and intercepted them. After learning from the experience of being hit by Long Yan's fleet last time, they decided to move at high speed and control Long Yan's battleship.
The remaining five supply ships have little combat effectiveness.
But before they could take aim with their cannonballs, they saw that the turret on the Longyan supply ship was already aimed at them.
King Yong stood on the deck and waved his hand: "Fire!"
The Longyan supply ship instantly transformed into a battleship, and the artillery fire was unleashed, making everyone in the French-Austrian Alliance look dumbfounded.
This is not a supply ship, so why does it carry so many turrets?
"Dragon Flame!"
"You bastards!"
A sneer appeared on the corner of King Yong's mouth, and he did not care at all about the insults from the Franco-Austrian Alliance fleet.
At this moment, the British generals who had just arrived and tried to take advantage of the situation, Loggins saw that the Franco-Austrian alliance fleet was fighting hard with him and retreated in succession.
Many warships were even silent and stunned for a while. Logins hurriedly put on his binoculars to look at Long Yan's supply ship.
I was immediately glad that I arrived late and didn't take advantage of the situation.
"General, can we still rob and rob?"
Loggins slapped the chief of staff's head as he asked.
"Hit me, didn't you see how badly Faao was beaten?"
"Then shall we escort or not?"
Loggins twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's enough for him to escort me."
"What about us?"
"Retreat!" Loggins retreated in a mighty manner. As he left, he looked at Long Yan's supply ship again. He was either envious or jealous. Why doesn't our majestic Great Britain have such a ship?
Liu Zheng is still awesome.
However, if such a powerful ship cannot land at a Western European port, everything will be in vain.
It just so happens that there are not many ports available for landing in the Mediterranean now.
Thinking of this, Logins smiled. An army of millions floating on the sea is useless no matter how powerful it is!
…
In the east of Europe, Tsarist Russia was firmly bound.
After learning about the war situation in Western Europe, this was an opportunity, but the once powerful Tsarist Russia remained silent, and some even began to sneak away.
Everyone knows that the twelve-year-old child of Peter II was a puppet supported by Menshikov.
Since Menshikov took control of power and suppressed dissidents, the ministers in St. Petersburg were able to walk and escape.
After being trapped in the third island chain created by Liu Zheng, Tsarist Russia is declining day by day, but this time a war breaks out in Western Europe. If we use our remaining wealth to give it a try, we might be able to recapture the Black Sea Port and even Siberia!
But the wishes of the people of Tsarist Russia could not reach the ears of the regent, Menshikov, who was hiding in Butulin City all day long.
"Then play music, then dance."
Menshikov lay on his luxurious and comfortable throne, drinking Yinzhou drunk from Longyan, the enemy of Tsarist Russia.
Enjoy a dance called ballet.
"I prepared this dance just for you, Peter."
Peter II, who was still young, nodded slightly: "Thank you, the regent for the arrangement."
Looking away from Menshikov's face, disgust flashed in his eyes.
He was young, but not a fool. From the first day he came to the throne, Peter II knew exactly what Menshikov, a guy with a human face and an animal heart, had planned.
Issuing currency with your own avatar, compiling a family tree to get rid of your identity as a hawker, and even asking your daughter to marry you.
All I can do is to think of my identity and status as a serious nobleman.
After he succeeded, Peter II knew in his heart that he, the czar, should abdicate, and the end would definitely not be good.
He can't tolerate this happening!
"Lord Regent, I will take my leave first."
Menshikov waved his hand, facing the Tsar, as if he were driving animals, and his disdain was not concealed in the slightest.
Peter II's face was dull and he didn't pay any more attention. He left Butulin City, returned to St. Petersburg, and locked himself in the door.
The suppressed anger buried in his heart finally couldn't help but burst out.
"Menshikov!"
As the emperor of Tsarist Russia, he actually had to go to greet a minister regularly.
How can I bear this?
At this time, there was someone outside the door asking to see him.
"Your Majesty, Osilev wishes to see you."
Peter II quickly put away his makeup and immediately met with the minister who had only a few left and dared to shout to Menshikov that he was alive.
"come in."
As soon as Osilev came in, he knelt on one knee in front of Peter II: "Your Majesty, it is my incompetence that puts your Majesty in such a dangerous situation."
Peter II felt warm in his heart and sighed: "Get up quickly."
Osilev did not stand up, but said: "Your Majesty, Tsarist Russia is currently experiencing internal and external turmoil. I have a plan, but I don't know whether to talk about it or not."
I was really dozed off and had a pillow, and Peter II's eyes lit up.
"Speak quickly, now is the most dangerous moment."
Osilev hesitated for a moment and said: "We have contacted Moscow. As long as His Majesty moves the capital, Moscow will help us get rid of the traitor Menshikov!"
Moscow!
Peter II was stunned when he heard this name. This was the territory of the conservative Dolgoruky family and the Naresh family. When his father launched the rebellion, he allied with the conservative families.
They were suppressed miserably by their grandfather. As the emperor of Tsarist Russia, there would be considerable risks if he went.
"Your Majesty, Princess Elizabeth has taken care of things for you. As long as you move the capital and use the power of Moscow, you will be able to expel Menshikov."
Peter II was moved when he heard Elizabeth's name. He had three sisters, and Elizabeth was the one who cared about him the most.
The other two sisters were either married abroad by Menshikov or were completely imprisoned. Elizabeth was also dismissed from all positions and went into exile in Moscow.
Peter II thought about it again and again. From the bottom of his heart he did not believe the conservatives in Moscow, but now it seemed that St. Petersburg no longer had the power to resist Menshikov.
Finally, the twelve-year-old Peter II made a decision.
"Move the capital to Moscow!"
