In Madrid, Spain, the news from Manila finally arrived at Philip IV.

In the luxuriously decorated chamber, Philip IV was so angry that she shivered.

Earl Oliveris looked at the report of Governor Lavizalez and considered it for a while: "Your Majesty, it is not appropriate to have a large-scale conflict with the Chinese Empire now. Moreover, according to the report of Lavizalez, they also have an invincible fleet, and their power is unknown, and their speed is much faster than our sail warships. We cannot guarantee that we can defeat them. What's more, just giving them a station has not caused us to lose anything. Isn't it more suitable for our development to exchange gold and silver for the higher value of Chinese Empire goods in the Americas? I believe Your Majesty has heard of it. The mechanical watches, huge glass mirrors, perfume and sugar that have been sold in Europe recently were all from them."

"I'm afraid they will be more and more eager. Now, except for North America, the South Ocean region has no territorial requirements, but it does not mean that they will not occupy our Asian colonies in the future." Philip IV worried.

"Then our mission to sign a more detailed peace treaty with them will also allow us to understand them better. No matter what the future situation is, it will be no harm to know more."

"Okay, I hope this is a good idea." Philip IV knew that Spain was heading for decline. Now there are various commodities from the Chinese Empire that can bring them a lot of wealth. Trade alone can bring huge benefits. They will not care about the slightest territorial loss. Moreover, with their current population and military power, they cannot guarantee that they can maintain the rule of the Pet Territory. Britain and France are staring at their colonies with red eyes. They will rush up and bite them at any time. There are also the chaos in the Netherlands, and a group of rural local buns are having fun.

"Olivius, do you think Britain and France know the invincible fleet of the Chinese Empire?" Philip IV, who had a sudden inspiration, asked suddenly.

"Maybe I have received some news that the Atlantic Fleet of the Chinese Empire in the Caribbean has been cleaning up pirates. Britain, the largest pirate supporter, has suffered heavy losses. They probably know a little about the strength of the Chinese Empire fleet, but they certainly don't know more about it." The Count, whose eyes lit up, also thought of it.

"Hasn't Britain and France been forming a joint fleet to retaliate? Maybe this is a big opportunity for us. No matter what their results are, we will act according to the opportunity."

Philip IV was a little excited when he thought of this.

As a vassal, Olivieris naturally accompanied him to be happy, "If it weren't for the death of James I at the beginning of the year, their joint fleet had already set off. After Charlie I came to power, the formation of the fleet had almost been completed. I believe they would set off in the near future. Your Majesty, the colonies of South America and Africa need to add some troops."

"You will arrange everything, Mr. Earl, and I look forward to your good news."

Philip IV is already looking forward to the good days that are coming.

In London, England, Charles I came to power for several months, all he had received were bad news. The North American colonies, which had suffered heavy losses, had a pirate group that could bring him huge income, and also destroyed people. He hoped that he could quickly make Britain an empire that never sets, and he felt lost with ambition. The loss of the colony could be regained, but the huge loss of the North American population made him extremely sad. Many nobles, including Earl Kidd, have been confirmed to be defeated and died.

The aristocrats in China were also divided into two factions. One insisted on sending fleets to retaliate and regaining the colonies, while the other faction was pessimistic. A few months ago, Earls Black and Lord Entson, who were sent back by the Chinese Empire, kept hyping the power of the Chinese Empire, with ultra-long-range rifles and artillery, trains that drove fast on fixed tracks, and warships that could advance quickly without sails. Everything made some timid nobles frightened.

"Damn Black, Entson, has caused panic in the country. We cannot drag it down anymore. We must send the fleet as soon as possible. The shame suffered by Britain must be washed away by a big victory. I believe that the invincible fleet of the British Empire will not disappoint me." Charles I made up his mind.

On June 18, when Yun Yi returned to the Tianjing Palace, the British-French Combined Fleet departed from London Port, with more than 200 ground warships and hundreds of armed transport ships carrying 30,000 army soldiers set sail.

Charles I stood in high spirits before the farewell line, with nobles and cheering London citizens standing on both sides.

"God bless them to come back more alive."

Black and Entson, who were excluded from the noble circle, both of them drew crosses and prayed. They also knew that praying was useless. This was a fleet that sent death, and it might be less than one ten thousand that could come back.

The fleet went away until it could no longer be seen. Charles I came to Black and raised his head and said, "Earl Black, I believe that our British Empire fleet will bring me good news for a great victory, right?"

"Yes, your majesty, I just pray that our young lads will come back safely."

Black shrugged.

"We will definitely see it, but not the shame of you two British Empires." Charles I did not hide his disgust for them.

In Paris, France, Louis XIII is looking forward to the completion of his new palace, the Palace of Versailles. Although he has received a lot of bad news during this period, it cannot reduce his expectations for his future luxury residence.

I believe that the joint fleet of Britain and France has set out now. There is absolutely no country in this world that can withstand the attack of the joint fleet. Although the French Navy is slightly weaker than the army, it is not something that a small Chinese empire can resist. Louis XIII was absolutely confident that he could just enjoy the food and wine, as well as beauties, quietly waiting for the news of victory.

After taking a look at the perfume on the dressing table, the glass mirror next to the wardrobe, and the huge floor-to-ground clock next to the fireplace, Louis XIII said to himself:

"Maybe you can make a fortune, there is no quicker way to get rich than plundering.

The unrivaled Spanish must be thinking about reaping benefits. Wait, I will take the opportunity of great victory to rob your colony crazily. I believe I will not disappoint you."

Holding the glass perfume bottle and slowly turning Louis XIII hoped that this period of time would pass faster, because he could no longer wait for the beauty that was about to come.

"Guards, I have ordered the increase of troops on the western border of the country, and at the same time, the increase of troops to the African colonies."

All countries with some strength in the entire European continent have taken action, and the storm is surging.
Chapter completed!