The Suez Canal meandered through the barren land. Along both sides of the canal was a 104-kilometer-long, 4.8-kilometer-wide military base. Since 1875, when the Egyptian government had to sell 44% of the Suez Canal's shares to Britain at a low price, Britain's largest overseas garrison was stationed here. In order to protect the interests of the canal, Britain maintained its largest overseas military base here.
In the future, during World War II, Britain would use this as its core. At most, there would be 15 divisions of land, 65 air squadrons, and the entire Royal Navy of the Eastern Mediterranean stationed here. It was the headquarters of Britain's operations in the East.
The flag of the International Suez Canal Company fluttered everywhere on the canal. The annual revenue from crossing the river was several times the national income of Egypt, and its strategic significance was unimaginably great. In fact, it had become a country within a country of Britain in Egypt.
It was also one of Britain's most important overseas interests.
Its importance could completely trigger a world war. Britain had so many troops stationed here, and the system was so strict that even with the infiltration ability of Horus's Eye, it was difficult to completely control the entire military base.
Since the International Suez Canal Company sent a delegation to the military base yesterday, the new British High Commissioner in Egypt, Baron Fumoy, took over all the security and military police systems of the base. He sealed off the armory and oil depots, and kept a tight watch on the ammunition. All the firearms of the garrison were less useful than a broken fire stick.
The soldiers from Britain took over most of the important positions, and the military base was in a state of panic.
However, Baron Fumoy's methods were superb. First, he used pay as an excuse to dull the soldiers' resistance. On the other hand, he used inspection as an excuse to force the soldiers to accept military management. At noon the next day, he cut off the communication between the soldiers and searched the huge military base one by one.
"Baron, the army is ready!" A clerk wearing a wig said to a short noble.
Baron Fumoy slowly turned back. He had a pair of amber eyes, and looked quite young. However, it had to be said that he maintained himself well, so he still looked like a young man. Baron Fumoy's temperament was slightly feminine, and his every move was worthy of being a noble. He was the kind of person who integrated etiquette and manners into his bones. He was the true foundation of Britain's old imperial power.
Even if Chen Ang was here, he had to admit that this kind of person was the representative of the true elites of this space-time.
Ever since the British Industrial Revolution, the country's power had risen. It had colonized the entire world for hundreds of years, usurped countless elites from all over the world, and accumulated a rich heritage and talent. The Great Voyage Era had left the British aristocrats with the ruthlessness and greed in their bones, the pride and sharpening of an empire where the sun never sets, and the vision and accumulation of colonizing the entire world. In this era, although the British were slightly weakened after the First World War, their bones were not destroyed by the Second World War, and they still had the geographical aura to dominate the world.
On the one hand, London's extravagance and ostentatious decadence were indicative of the twilight of the Empire where the sun never sets. On the other hand, politicians and elites like Baron Fermoy were indicative of the Empire's heritage.
It was them who used all kinds of political tricks and arrangements to push the United States out of the League of Nations. It was also them who blocked the claws of the United States that reached out to the Empire, leading to the peak of North American isolationism. It was also them who reversed the tide of colonial revolts set off during the First World War, using clever and vicious methods to train the disobedient colonies.
Behind Baron Fermoy stood an old priest in a red robe. His half-closed eyes made him look like an old man, but only the guards who followed Baron Fermoy knew how terrifying the influence of this ordinary-looking old man was. As the Archbishop of York of the Puritan Church of England, this old man had the same authority as the Archbishop of Canterbury, the head of the Anglican Church of England (Church of England).
The old bishop nodded slightly to Baron Fermoy and said, "The intelligence is correct. There is indeed the scent of those dark creatures here. We have already locked on to most of them. The infiltration of those vampires into the Empire's army has reached a very dangerous level!"
Baron Fermoy seemed to be angered by this. He said in a deep voice, "If the Queen did not send me here, would we have lost control of this place? How bad would the situation have gotten? We can already confirm that a vampire organization called the Eye of Horus has infiltrated the army and even has a strong influence on Egypt … "
"Fortunately, we have already taken control of the situation before it got worse. Those vampires' control over the army has not reached a critical point yet. Now that we have successfully taken over most of the power here and separated them, we have the situation under control. Next, the matters of screening and handling will be handled by the Church."
Hearing this, the old bishop smiled and nodded slightly, indicating his approval.
"As for us, we will take over the reorganization of the Suez Canal Company, and focus on the Eye of Horus," Baron Fermoy ordered.
His subordinate, Sir Edmund, reported, "Then should we start the operation now?"
Baron Fermoy shook his head. "Look at the sky, it is midnight. Do you want us to clean up a group of vampires that are almost impossible to kill under the moon at midnight? Even an idiot knows that they will be at their weakest tomorrow at noon … "
"Sir, you mean to say that we will start the operation tomorrow at noon?" Sir Edmund asked carefully.
"I said that even an idiot knows. Are you an idiot? Don't those vampires know that they are at their weakest at noon? Won't they be on guard because of this? " Baron Fermoy mocked. Seeing Sir Edmund's confused look, he helplessly tidied up his appearance and ordered, "We will start the operation tomorrow morning. When the sun is completely in the sky, we will start. At that time, the vampires will not be as vigilant as they are at noon, nor will they be as sharp as when the sun is out. They will fall into a period of psychological dullness."
"Yes, sir!" Sir Edmund hurriedly lowered his head.
The camp of tens of thousands of soldiers would not be crammed together. In fact, it was a very large area. The different areas were divided in an orderly manner, and the army was stationed in different areas according to the battalion level. The regiments were even further apart. The entire military base was like a sparsely distributed city, which made it easier for Baron Fermoy to lock down the area.
The checkpoints between the camps had already been taken over by the local army, and the gendarmerie was also under his control. Now, he could cut off the communication between the battalions at any time and gradually clean them up.
In fact, that was what he was doing. Dozens of black-robed clergymen had already followed the Cardinal to the various camps in the central area of the base. In name, they were there to pray for the soldiers. This was very common in the British Army, and there was nothing to criticize. Just like that, the chains silently tightened around the throats of the Eye of Horus vampires.
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