Chapter 1502: Rescue Plan

At this moment, America, Yun City!

"A British captain has been captured, life or death unknown!"

"The French Army has suffered heavy losses, withdrawn from their positions, and is holding one side,"

Qingyang Shuo narrowed his eyes as he looked at this military report; the French and the British had both suffered, and their hatred had deepened.

Everything was proceeding according to the script directed by Qingyang Shuo.

"Before winter arrives, the French and the British will not break out into a major war again," Qingyang Shuo predicted.

He was very satisfied with this result.

It was already late autumn, and after entering winter, the British and the French would certainly be unable to launch a war in order to recuperate.

Moreover, both sides would take advantage of this winter truce to rapidly strengthen their own forces.

Qingyang Shuo noticed even more important content within this military report.

The role of the artillery provided by Longyan to both sides—several times, it was by relying on this Longyan Equipment that the tide of battle was turned.

This was exactly the effect Qingyang Shuo wanted to achieve.

The friction between the British and the French was intensifying; it was not hard to see from the military report that they had already become dependent on Longyan weapons.

Qingyang Shuo imagined that the French and the British would definitely purchase a large number of weapons from Longyan City this winter.

Qingyang Shuo revealed a calculating smile.

The battlefield in northern America now seemed to be tending toward stability.

Now, the only thing left in northern America that needed attention was those Indians, according to the intelligence received so far.

Of the five Indian chiefs, one had been killed in action, and one had successfully launched an uprising and gone into hiding in the mountains and forests.

The remaining three Indian chiefs were all lurking in the French Colonial Area.

Waiting for an opportunity.

The war trend in northern America was still within the control of Longyan City.

However, the situation in South America was even worse than Qingyang Shuo had imagined.

In South America, in the place called the Panama Isthmus, although it was already late autumn, the temperature was still not low.

It had a sense of déjà vu of the climate in the south of Longyan.

Moreover, the local armed forces were intricate and complex.

Although Yun City had been built, the construction of the Panama Canal was still being worked on with great effort.

According to Liu Zheng's design plan, those Sluice Gates and reservoirs were problems that were difficult to solve.

According to Liu Zheng's design, the area of one Sluice Gate was too massive, equivalent to half the volume of the largest Longyan Supply Ship currently in use.

And such a Sluice Gate required two to be designed for one checkpoint; in Liu Zheng's blueprints, there were four shipping routes, with six gates on each route.

That meant forty-eight Sluice Gates.

But given the current mining of Iron Mine and the limitations of craftsmanship, not even ten Sluice Gates could be built in a year.

Qingyang Shuo sighed; this was just building them, and the time spent on assembly would likely be even longer...

There were few problems that had made him this haggard, but these Sluice Gates gave Qingyang Shuo a splitting headache.

Extremely haggard.

"A canal of this scale cannot be rushed," Qingyang Shuo comforted himself by saying.

Compared to the canal, the biggest issue for Yun City now was the Spanish colonists and those local Indian armed forces.

It was not that difficult to wipe them out.

But it was not the time yet; at the very least, the Spanish could not be completely eliminated.

What best drives the progress and unity of a nation is hatred, and the Spanish were the best target for hatred.

Spain was the colonial country ruling South America; on this land, they had committed countless crimes against the Indians.

For the Indians here, the hatred for the British and the French was not as deep as the hatred for the Spanish.

The combat power of Spain had now been greatly weakened.

Do not look at the fact that Spain had declined; they still considered themselves to be

the masters of this land.

But it was also because of Spain's clamoring and decline that the Indians saw their hope of defeating the Indians.

Qingyang Shuo had merely fanned the flames on this basis.

However, the local Indian armed forces were the most troublesome; these people would not be pacified.

Nor could they be pacified.

Longyan possessed an army composed of Indians in America, so how to treat these local Indian armed forces was a big problem.

To kill or not to kill were both problems.

Captain Gelin returned to the British Colonial Area.

Kelinxi had long known the outcome of this battle; he took a deep look at Captain Gelin and did not say much.

The two did not say a word and sat in Kelinxi's study for a long time.

In the end, it was Kelinxi who broke the silence.

"Defeated?"

"Defeated..." Captain Gelin answered efficiently; he looked up at Kelinxi, and he, who had once been frivolous, seemed to have aged more than ten years all at once.

Kelinxi took a deep breath to calm his mood.

On the battlefield, of the thirty thousand British Soldiers, he had only brought back ten thousand who were still alive.

Two of the Longyan Cannon, which had been traded for two colonies, were lost, all fifty Cannonball were fired, and there were also the six hundred Revolver bought for one hundred Gold Coin.

They were all wiped out...

"Qiaozhi... we have to save him," Captain Gelin said, his voice trembling slightly.

Kelinxi gave him a deep look.

The name of Captain Qiaozhi surfaced in his mind.

"You should focus on your recovery first; as for Qiaozhi's situation... it will require careful consideration," Kelinxi said indifferently.

Upon hearing these words, a flash of bleak mockery crossed Captain Gelin's eyes, but he did not say anything more.

He merely gave Kelinxi a deep look and slowly departed.

Having been defeated, he had no qualifications left to set conditions.

But even so, Captain Gelin wanted to say: "Lord Kelinxi, if it weren't for Captain Qiaozhi's surprise attack, annihilating all the French Cavalry and Infantry at Sanhao Zhendi—a total of thirty thousand men—"

"The French forces would not have been forced to withdraw from Sanhao Zhendi, and if it weren't for the lack of support from No. 2 Position..."

Captain Gelin turned his head abruptly to stare at Kelinxi's face and said coldly:

"I should be sitting in the military camp at Sanhao Zhendi right now with Captain Qiaozhi, kicking the French general's ass!"

"Farewell!" Captain Gelin did not give Kelinxi a chance to speak, turning and striding away.

Bang!

The door to Kelinxi's study slammed shut; Kelinxi stared coldly at the direction in which Captain Gelin had left, grabbed a book from his side, and hurled it violently against the door.

"Gelin!"

Captain Kelinxi took two heavy, ragged breaths, still harboring a grudge against Captain Gelin.

As for the captured Captain Qiaozhi, Kelinxi sneered after roughly calculating the cost in his mind.

In his eyes, he believed that Captain Qiaozhi had already lost his value for rescue.

Winter was now approaching and the weather was getting colder; launching a rescue mission for a mere captain at this time was clearly not cost-effective.

Although Captain Qiaozhi was valued by some high-ranking officials back in Britain, he was now a prisoner.

With the emperor far away, Kelinxi pondered for a moment and then stamped two bright red characters onto the rescue plan submitted by Captain Gelin.

Rejected!