"The Pulitzer!"

"The Pulitzer!"

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Beginning with the Lord of the Admiralty, the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Navy, the name spread in turn, and finally came to the ironclad ship, where the officers and soldiers cheered in unison: "Pritz!"

In the atmosphere of celebration, salutes were fired repeatedly, and George III gave the order to set sail and test fire.

Woo!

The siren sounded, thick smoke spewed out from the chimney, and the movement of machinery was faintly heard.

The behemoth set sail, and when it sailed out of the port and bombarded the uninhabited island in front with the two main guns on the bow, everyone was shocked.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth seemed to be shaking, the dust rushed into the air, and the hurricane blew outwards, setting off waves.

Prime Minister Aguhid turned his head in satisfaction, and said to the nobles, ministers, and members of parliament: "From now on, those seven pirates who claim to be generals, and those four pirates who pretend to be kings, can only tremble and wait for the end!"

"Their era is over. Even if they have more or less extraordinary power, ghosts or cursed ships, the only ones that cross the ocean can only be iron-clad ships!"

At this time, Agushid's chief secretary deliberately asked: "Then can't they build iron-clad ships themselves?"

Some nobles and members of parliament nodded secretly, thinking that this possibility could not be ruled out.

Agushid immediately smiled, and shook his head slowly: "Impossible, never possible! To build such an ironclad ship requires three large coal-steel complexes, twenty steel factories above the scale, and the Backlund Artillery Research Institute , sixty scientists and more senior engineers at the Pulitzer Institute of Shipbuilding, two Royal Dockyards and nearly a hundred parts factories attached to them, one Admiralty, one Shipbuilding Committee, one cabinet, one with outstanding A firm king of vision and a great country with an annual output of 12 million tons of steel!"

"Pirates will never do it."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then raised his arms and shouted passionately: "Ladies and gentlemen, the era of giant ships and cannons has come!"

After resting for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who already thought he was Klein, finally recovered. During this time, he found four black spots on the back of his right hand, which happened to form a small square.

These four black spots changed from dark to light, and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew that they were still hidden in his body, waiting to be awakened.

"Four points, a square, is it the correspondence of the four staple foods in the four corners? In the future, I don't need to prepare the staple food, and I can directly use the steps and spells?" Klein vaguely had a guess.

That might seem like a good idea, but it's always frightening to have "something" with a strange origin and a lack of understanding.

Then think of the inexplicable alchemy on the earth that can actually produce effects here, think of the strange time travel in my sleep, think of the mysterious, psychedelic, gray fog world that does not know what it represents, and think of wandering around in the "ritual" , Whispering that made people close to madness, Klein shivered uncontrollably, shivering in the hot weather at the end of June.

He once heard a saying: "The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Now, he deeply understands the fear that comes from the unknown.

Unprecedented and unstoppable, he had a strong urge to get in touch with the mysterious realm, learn more, and break the unknown. He also had the urge to bury his head and pretend nothing happened.

The sun was shining outside the window, covering the desk with a layer of "gold powder". Klein stared there, as if he felt a ray of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a little, and immediately felt a surging tide of exhaustion pouring out.

The lack of sleep last night and the exhaustion just now made his eyelids heavy like lead white, drooping unstoppably.

Shaking his head, Klein stretched out his hands to support the edge of the table, ignoring the rye bread placed at the four corners, and staggered to the bunk bed. As soon as he lay down and touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

grunt! grunt!

Hunger awakened Klein, and he opened his eyes feeling refreshed. JrNovels.com