Chapter 1825: Urgent Report

Gelin stared at him, a sentence stuck in his throat that he couldn't get out, feeling stifled and uncomfortable.

Qiaozhi found it somewhat amusing to watch his struggle, frustrated yet unable to refute.

Qiaozhi leaned back comfortably, sinking into the hospital bed, took a deep breath, and looked at Gelin again; the pain from his unhealed wounds was telling him that all of this was real.

Gelin was not dead.

He looked at the ceiling and said with a smile, "Gelin, Natasha misses you very much."

Hearing the name Natasha, Gelin went from restless to quiet, his gaze gradually becoming distant and gentle.

Natasha was Gelin's fiancée; he wanted to leave this place right now, but his heavy injuries left him powerless.

This made Gelin restless again; Qiaozhi glanced at him and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I will definitely send the person who hurt you to meet the Lord!"

Just at this moment, the door to their hospital room creaked open.

The two of them turned their heads slightly to look, a flash of killing intent in their eyes, but they quickly calmed down.

Qiaozhi squeezed out a stiff smile and said, "Lord Daoqi."

Seeing him about to get up, Daoqi took three steps in two and walked over, settling Qiaozhi down, and said with concern, "Don't, don't move; you, this war hero, cannot afford any mishaps right now."

Daoqi took the opportunity to glance at the hospital bed next to him, his expression stiffening, but a brighter smile quickly appeared.

However, inside he was already calculating how to eliminate Gelin; Gelin knew too many of his secrets.

On the battlefield that day, if it hadn't been for Gelin's confidants helping him escape, Gelin would likely be a corpse by now.

"Lord Gelin, you are here too."

"I heard you were injured, but I have been tied up with official business and never found the time to visit you."

"To have some free time today, I didn't expect to see two of our Britain's war heroes at once; it is truly a joyous occasion."

Hearing this, Gelin sneered, but because his throat was injured, he still could not speak.

As it looked now, Gelin had merely squeezed out a smile.

But in his heart, he hated Daoqi to death; Daoqi had wanted to kill him under the guise of battle.

He also knew too many of Daoqi's secrets.

If it hadn't been for being far away from Daoqi in the post-war hospital, he would likely have died an unnatural death by now.

Qiaozhi saw that something was wrong, but now was not a good time to clash with Daoqi.

Qiaozhi said, "Lord Daoqi, you didn't just come to visit me, did you?"

Daoqi withdrew his gaze and looked at Qiaozhi again, suppressing the killing intent in his heart; with these two in the same room, making a move now would only bring him trouble.

The hospital in the rear was in the hands of the Military Department, and he had no ability to interfere.

"Oh, you are right," Daoqi said, looking slightly awkward. "I should have let you continue to recover, but the front line needs you."

"Ever since you routed the France troops at the Monongahela River, the enemy's attacks have become more intense, and we are short on manpower."

Daoqi looked at Qiaozhi again and said, "But it seems I thought too much; you should recover first."

"Don't think about matters on the front line for now."

Qiaozhi shifted his body and said, "I understand. The situation on the front line is indeed critical, but I am powerless right now."

He looked at Daoqi and sighed, "I am truly sorry, Lord Daoqi."

Daoqi nodded, indicating his understanding.

He stood up, patted Qiaozhi's hand, and comforted him, "You just focus on recovering; let us continue to handle the rest."

Watching Daoqi leave, Qiaozhi let out a breath.

He looked at Gelin and found his face was filled with anger.

The killing intent in Qiaozhi's eyes was no longer hidden, and he said coldly, "Don't worry Gelin, we will have our chance, but before that,

I must first ensure your safety."

Leaving Gelin alone in the hospital room right now was truly dangerous.

……

At this time, on the other side of America.

Late at night.

An urgent report knocked on Richard's door.

Richard was still wearing his pajamas when he walked out, frowning, "What is it, why are you so panicked?"

"Must you send news at this hour?"

"My Lord, the situation is urgent." The attendant presented a report.

Richard picked up the report and glanced at it, then stood up abruptly, his expression changing drastically.

The Spain Envoy was telling the truth; Longyan was building a canal underground in Panama.

This canal could directly connect the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, which meant the Longyan Navy would be able to gallop across the Atlantic and Pacific.

And not have to enter the Atlantic Ocean through the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, which was controlled by France.

This also meant that the Longyan Navy would have the strength to go to war with France directly on the Atlantic Ocean.

No!

They absolutely could not let Longyan possess such a canal; they would be able to directly threaten the safety of France's homeland.

Not only that, the Mediterranean Sea was basically controlled by Longyan due to the strength of the Longyan Fleet.

If the Atlantic shipping route were also controlled by the Longyan military, France would face the predicament of having no colonial support.

France's homeland area in Europe was not very large.

The reason these European powers were strong was entirely because their overseas colonies provided them with a steady stream of resources and money; otherwise.

Relying solely on a small place like Europe, the resources they could obtain were truly too limited.

Richard's expression sank, and he paced back and forth, but he could not think of a good Method to break this situation.

Panama is located in the middle of America, too far from the northern end of America.

Moreover, to attack that place, one must first take Longyan City.

Richard looked at this urgent report, his heart indecisive.

Now is not a good time to attack Longyan City, but if the Panama Canal is opened, it is their French homeland that will be threatened.

After thinking for a long time, Richard finally made a decision.

"Pass on my order: attack Longyan City."

"Also tell the British about this news."

"Yes..."

The attendant withdrew, but Richard could hardly sleep tonight; attacking Longyan City is a major event.

Their direct fighting between the French and the British is merely a minor skirmish.

But when it comes to fighting the Longyan Army, Richard has no confidence.

Although Longyan does not have many troops in America, their Cannons are advanced.

By doing this, they are also completely falling out with Longyan, and without the support of Longyan Cannons.

The military strength of the French will be reduced too much.

But this war is impossible to avoid; everyone knows the value of the Panama Canal, and everyone knows how terrifying the Panama Canal will be in the future.

If one were to use gold as a metaphor for waterways, there are probably only two waterways in the world that can be called gold: one is the Suez Canal.

And the other is the Panama Canal, which is still under construction.

The Suez Canal is already in the hands of Longyan; if the Panama Canal is also controlled by Longyan, Europe will almost be at the mercy of Longyan.

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