Chapter 733 The Terrifying Fleet
Chapter 734 The terrifying fleet
Little Pitt just frowned slightly and signaled the palace officials to close the huge white windows. Then he turned around and continued talking to George III about how to ensure that the opposition parties would not hinder the parliament.
He has already made corresponding arrangements for possible civil protests or even riots, so there is no need to worry at all.
In fact, the Public Security Committee had mobilized 5,000 militiamen two months ago and stationed them around London on standby.
The British militia is not a motley army - the militia units in wealthy places like London are even better equipped than the British Army.
In the early days of the founding of the United States, the United States followed the example of its old masters and directly withdrew the continental army and relied on the militia to conquer the world.
Sure enough, just over ten minutes later, the rhythmic sound of military drums came from the north side of Downing Street.
A large group of militiamen appeared in front of St. James's Palace in neat lines, with densely packed flintlock guns standing behind them like a steel jungle.
The army stopped, and an officer stepped forward and loudly ordered the demonstrators to disperse immediately.
The struggling workers began to burn scarecrows with the names of politicians or factory owners on them, and shouted louder:
“Lower sugar prices!”
"It is forbidden to lower wages without authorization!"
"We have the right to live!"
"Please come out to see us, Prime Minister!"
The officer waited for a while and had people shout a few more times. When he saw that the demonstrators not only refused to leave, but began to surge forward, he decisively signaled behind him:
"Dispel them!"
"Yes, sir!"
More than a hundred militiamen in the front row immediately followed the drumbeats, moved forward in formation, and under the command of the officers, used long wooden sticks in their hands to hit the crowd in front.
The demonstrators immediately picked up sticks, shovels and other objects to fight back, while workers in the distance continued to throw stones at the militiamen.
The streets in front of St. James's Palace suddenly became chaotic and chaotic.
George III glanced in the direction of the window and said to Little Pete:
"You must defeat our enemies as soon as possible, otherwise this situation will be overwhelming sooner or later."
"Yes, Your Majesty. Please rest assured."
The king nodded, picked up "Principles of Population" and read it again:
"Remember, you may only have one chance."
The conflict in Downing Street became more and more intense. When a stone as big as an oval hit the shield in front of the militia officer, the officer's face suddenly darkened and he drew his pistol from his waist.
As he fired into the air, the soldiers behind him immediately raised their flintlock guns with bayonets.
The militiamen holding wooden sticks in the front row spread out to both sides, exposing the demonstrators to the muzzle of their guns.
Several leading demonstrators gritted their teeth and continued to move forward, waving and shouting:
"Don't be afraid, we just want to see the Prime Minister, they won't shoot!"
"Everyone, keep up, in order to buy affordable sugar..."
However, they only took about ten steps before the flintlock gun on the opposite side spurted out flames.
The three leaders and a dozen workers behind them fell in a pool of blood. The only leader who was not shot looked at the corpse next to him in horror, turned around and ran back in a hurry.
The demonstrators did not expect that the government would actually open fire, and they fled with a bang.
A large number of police officers immediately emerged from all directions, blowing whistles and arresting demonstrators.
Screams, whistles, and curses became the main theme that could be heard in St. James Palace at this moment.
The next day.
The front pages of major newspapers in London were almost all about "An illegal riot occurred in Downing Street, but the rioters were dispersed in a short time and the police arrested dozens of people."
At the same time, the newspaper also published news that the Parliament had decided to suspend the Habeas Corpus Act and would pass the Ordinance for the Prevention of Illegal Grouping of Workers, and called on citizens not to participate in any rallies or demonstrations.
Not a single newspaper contained a report sympathetic to the demonstrators.
Because press controls have begun across the UK.
…
North shore of the English Channel.
Plymouth Harbor.
Passionate music filled every corner of the port. A band of more than 80 people sat upright on the podium on the south side of the port, playing hard and in the best condition of their lives.
The tall soldiers of the British 2nd Grenadier Guards Battalion, wearing bright red military uniforms, holding flintlock guns, lined up from the port entrance to the fleet mooring, forming several red human walls.
Under the solemn and majestic gaze of the soldiers, the British Foreign Secretary Lord Grenville and the diplomats from Prussia, Austria, the Netherlands, Hanover and other countries beside him smiled and talked about something, and walked towards the outer harbor to the sound of music.
Behind him were a group of senior officers from the British Navy and Army, as well as several executives from Plymouth Dockyard.
"Thank you for coming to this naval review. Oh, look, you can already see the greatest fleet in British history here."
Grenville gestured toward the southeast: "It will always and fully defend the interests of Great Britain and our allies!"
The diplomats from Prussia, Austria, the Netherlands and other countries looked up and all showed shock.
I saw more than 40 huge warships floating quietly on the sea in the spacious military port in the distance.
Those huge figures, like giant beasts that can tear everything apart, give people a great sense of oppression.
However, at this time, those "giant beasts" were arranged in a neat square formation, seemingly under the control of the gods, ready to devour the enemies directed by the gods at any time.
You know, these are all battleships above level 4! There are also a large number of cruisers and frigates in the distance, with a total of about hundreds of ships.
And these are only the warships of the Mediterranean Fleet and the Bay of Biscay Fleet.
It is enough to see the terrifying power of Britain, the maritime overlord.
As everyone continued to approach the naval port, the appearance of those behemoths became clearer.
The dense masts were like a large forest emerging from the sea, covering most of the naval port. An adult is not even as tall as a piece of wood on the side of the ship.
Any two ships connected together are almost as big as the royal palace of their country!
More than ten minutes later, Grenville and his party passed a very wide gangplank and boarded the flagship of the British Mediterranean Fleet, the "Victory", which was docked at the dock.
After everyone got on board, Admiral Jervis, the British Minister of Naval War, came to the front of the team and proudly introduced the world's most powerful first-class battleship under his feet to everyone.
"She is 227 feet long, with a mainmast 205 feet high...
"In the Atlantic, she can reach a high speed of 8 knots with a favorable wind...
"She has three gun decks and can carry more than 100 cannons! The firepower is enough to destroy any enemy ship, even a small fleet.
"And her hull is 2 feet thick oak, which can withstand direct fire from 24-pound guns within 100 yards. Even a 32-pound gun cannot penetrate her at a distance of 300 yards!"
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