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Chapter 227 A1 High Flash, Would You Like One? (8.2K!!!)

"Thank you very much this time, Luo Feng."

The side of the baggage carriage.

Thomson was leaning against the wheel at this time, panting heavily, and said to Xu Yun who was bandaging himself with Will:

"If you hadn't made the move this time, Will and I would surely have died. I've made a note of this love, and I owe you my life."

Xu Yunjian said that he stopped his hands and said with a smile:

"It's just a little thing, don't take it too seriously, Mr. Thomson."

Unexpectedly, Thomson shook his head and said with a complicated expression:

"You don't understand this matter. Forget it, if I can survive this attack, I will explain it to you in detail."

While waiting for Xu Yun's arrival, Grant had briefly spoken to them.

Although there is not much information revealed in the words, there is one thing that impressed Thomson very deeply:

The first time Grant saw himself and Will, he called out his name.

Considering the mission of his trip and similar events in history, Thomson is sure of one thing:

This time, the opponent came after him, and the caravan and sentinel were all shot.

As for what went wrong

Naturally, it could only be the village of Mendi Solo.

certainly.

This doesn't mean Evar has a problem.

After all, if he was the one who tipped off the news, he could do it directly in the village, and there was no need to go through so much trouble.

So no surprises.

There is a high probability that when my group was moving in the village, they were discovered by an eyeliner planted by England.

But on the other hand.

Tonight's turn of events is like a second boot, a sign that this will be the only chance for the mastermind behind the scenes.

After entering England, they absolutely dare not make another shot.

because I am

Apostle of Cambridge.

The death of the Cambridge apostle was barely covered up outside of England, but if something happened in England, even the mastermind behind the scenes would not be able to bear the responsibility.

And just as Thomson was thinking.

Will on the side cut off the wrapped tape, and suddenly said to Xu Yun:

"Mr. Luo Feng, what should we do now?"

Hearing this, Xu Yun raised his head and looked at the surrounding situation.

If you put it in a movie.

At this time, he should probably be holding Grant's head, standing on the carriage and shouting, "Grant's head is here, you can tie it up quickly" or something like that.

Then the English sergeants at the scene would be struck by lightning when they saw this, put down their swords and knelt down and surrendered, begging not to kill.

But in reality

Xu Yun can guarantee it.

It is estimated that within five seconds of standing on it, he will be taken away by a set of crossbow arrows flying from nowhere.

In the current pitch-black battlefield, Grant's death was almost the same as the death of an ordinary sergeant, and it did not have the slightest effect on turning the tide of the battle.

Then Xu Yun pondered for a moment, and asked Thomson:

"Mr. Thomson, isn't anyone in the caravan at the station armed with a flintlock or a rifle?"

Thomson shook his head, sighed, and explained:

"The town of Dumfries is the most sensitive trade zone between Scotland and England, so neither the Scottish Chamber of Commerce nor the English caravans are allowed to pass with guns."

"So when most caravans set off from the north, they often bring a team of bodyguards equipped with muskets to ensure safety along the way."

"When they reach the village of Valdobari, 40 miles away, they will separate from the musketeers and arrive at the sentry point with cold weapons at most."

"The part of the route from Valdobari to Dumfries Town will be patrolled by military outposts. Even the most daring robbers will not dare to plunder in this area."

Only then did Xu Yun nodded in understanding.

I see.

It's no wonder that Grant and other sergeants didn't matter along the way.

They were all wearing military uniforms, and they didn't dress up as robbers to attack the camp—compared with the clumsy reason of the latter, the theory of military conflict is more or less tenable.

in addition.

This also proves from the side that the power of the black hand behind the scenes is not exaggerated to the point of covering the sky with one hand.

At least shooting everyone to death, and then blaming the bandits for the blame, or simply blaming the deer for the horse and saying the gun wound as a knife wound, the other party is incapable of doing it.

This is more or less good news, otherwise you can just click GG.

Then Xu Yun raised his head and glanced at the outpost camp about hundreds of meters away from the Chamber of Commerce's station, which was where Sa Daoyi and the others were stationed.

At this time, the sound of fighting over there is also not small, and it may still be difficult to come to support.

At the same time, the caravan station was surrounded by horse-rejection posts over 2.5 meters high, with spikes attached to them, densely packed like cactus.

This layout prevents the outside from jumping over and attacking, and at the same time prevents the possibility of internal escape.

It is clear.

At this time, the only thing I can use to make a comeback is the bodyguards brought by other vendors in the station.

Think here.

Xu Yun turned around, tore off a piece of gray cloth from the supply box beside him, covered Thomson and Will, and said:

"Mr. Thomson, Mr. Will, you stay here and don't move around. I will come as soon as I go."

After speaking, he flipped a sword flower chicly, and then

Lie on the ground and slowly crawl in a certain direction.

Below the gray cloth.

Will subconsciously wanted to stop Xu Yun, but was grabbed by Thomson with his uninjured hand:

"Let him go, we'll just hide."

Will opened his mouth to say something.

But in the end still did not speak.

The goal of Xu Yun's march was the west side of the garrison where the fighting was most intense, which belonged to the absolute center of the battlefield.

There used to be a lot of large wooden boxes for goods, which were inherently able to block the sneak attacks of some crossbow arrows, and at the same time hide the body.

In addition, the goods are related to money and income, so most caravans will arrange some people to carry cold weapons for vigil.

So after the battle started.

It has also become the most concentrated and most stable fortification in the battle.

Xu Yun moved to the periphery of the battlefield under the cover of night, and observed the battlefield again through the scattered firelight.

The target quickly locked onto a wheelbarrow about ten meters away from him.

At this time, there was a young man holding a wooden stick standing beside the wheelbarrow. His formerly gorgeous clothes were now covered with mud and blood, but he could still vaguely tell that he was a handsome young man.

Opposite this person stood a grinning sergeant holding a sharp knife with blood on the blade.

The sergeant was approaching the young man step by step, as if a line of "Madam, you don't want Xiangta to be bullied" would come out of his mouth.

At this time, the young man had been forced to the shaft of the wheelbarrow, shouting 'nonono' incessantly.

Perhaps the pressure has reached its peak.

The young man suddenly yelled, raised the stick above his head with both hands, and swung it vigorously at the opponent.

However, the sergeant just turned his side slightly and avoided the attack.

At the same time, he grabbed the young man's hand and pushed his knees heavily towards the opponent's abdomen.

"vomit--"

Under the weight of the abdomen.

The young man immediately vomited a big mouthful of a mixture of blood, stomach acid, and food.

The sergeant grinned again, and raised the blade above his head, preparing for a bloody decapitation.

However, just as he was about to make a move.

Bang——

The sergeant only felt a sudden strong impact on his neck, and then completely lost consciousness.

behind him.

Looking at the sergeant who was knocked unconscious by himself, Xu Yun put down the stone in his hand, looked at the young man who was vomiting, and asked:

"Hey, are you okay?"

The young man held his stomach and gasped for several breaths, struggled to get up, and sat on the ground without any image:

"Thank you Mr. Mr. If it wasn't for you, I...my life would be gone."

"I promised my girlfriend that I will go back and marry her after finishing this business."

Xu Yun:

"."

Even though the situation is extremely urgent at this time, he really wants to pat the other person on the shoulder and say:

Dude, you deserved it.

Tmd dare to plant such a flag?

If you want to eat an ax immediately.

After the person's breathing became smoother for a few minutes, Xu Yun asked again:

"May I have your name?"

"Gibson Lindsay."

"Gibson Lindsay?"

Hearing this name, Xu Yun was taken aback again.

No way?

If I remember correctly, that great-grandfather seems to be called Gibson Lindsay?

Coincidence with the same name?

still

I?

Then Xu Yun quickly calculated his age. The man was born in 1909, exactly 59 years from now.

Over 80 with great-grandchildren, it seems

Right on?

Think here.

Xu Yun's gaze at this person suddenly softened a lot.

But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, the battle situation is the key point.

Then he took the initiative to help Gibson Lindsay to a position further inside the wheelbarrow, pointed to the place where the battle was most intense and asked:

"Mr. Lindsay, how many caravans are there?"

Gibson Lindsay wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, recalled it carefully, and said:

"There are about ten or twenty bodyguards. There are about thirty adult men in the caravan. They are servants and the like."

"As for the seven or eight old people who have no combat effectiveness, they are all talking about the caravan."

Xu Yun nodded slightly.

Grant's position is a captain, which is almost a company rank in later generations.

In the British army system in the 19th century, it could command about 150-200 people.

These people were divided into two after arriving here, attacking the caravan station and the outpost camp respectively.

There are about 80-90 people on each side, almost exactly in line with my previous estimate of the number of people.

Right now, there are about 30-40 people attacking on the west side, and there are about 60 bodyguards and adult men in the caravan.

Although the English troops have high quality individual soldiers, they are still relatively small in number. In addition, the caravans still have goods as bunkers. No wonder they can form a relatively obvious fortification on the west side.

In other words.

If the English troops in this area on the west side can be eliminated or controlled.

Then the situation on the battlefield has a high probability of a transposition on offense and defense!

Then Xu Yun thought of something, and asked Gibson Lindsay:

"And the crossbows? Mr. Lindsay, do you know how many crossbows the English carry?"

Gibson Lindsay thought for a while and said:

"The exact number is not clear, but it should be around fifteen."

Xu Yun nodded again, the number was not beyond his expectation.

According to the configuration of the king's dragoon guards in the 19th century.

In addition to flintlocks and rifles, a combat battalion will also be equipped with a 48-man crossbow squad.

As a captain, Grant should have around 20 arrows to mobilize.

The two sides of the stagnation point and the outpost plus a slight tilt, fifteen should be a relatively close number.

Here we go.

The current situation and the enemy's configuration are all clear.

Then Xu Yun took a deep breath and said to Gibson Lin:

"Mr. Lindsay, you should hide here. Swords and guns have no eyes, so be careful."

finish talking.

Xu Yun bent down again and touched the battlefield on the west side.

However, his plan is not to enter the center alone, but to use the wisdom of his ancestors to come to the center to fight for help.

in a minute.

Xu Yun dived to the side of the two men who were fighting fiercely.

Then, taking advantage of the gap between the two of them adjusting their breathing just after a round of fighting, they took out a handful of powder from their bodies and threw it at one of them.

The ultimate move of a certain second-gen beast martial sage-sprinkling lime!

"ah!"

Unsuspecting, the man in England's military uniform was instantly hit!

Xu Yun took this opportunity to rush forward.

Elbow strikes, arm unloading, tee tendon picking, and rope tying all in one go.

How is that song sung?

Who said that those who stand in the light are heroes.

After finishing, Xu Yun looked at the other person who was a little dazed, and threw the torch carried by the English soldier in another direction.

After making sure that there were not many fire lights around him, he quickly shouted softly:

"Don't stand still, come with me!"

Afterwards, Xu Yun led this person along the road to engrave again, killing another five sergeants, and the immediate combat force following him also reached six people.

Count the eight people that Xu Yun took down when he was looking for Thomson and Will, Grant, and the one who was defeated when he rescued Gibson Lindsay.

So far, the number of English soldiers who have been carried by Xu Yun has reached sixteen.

But this is the core battlefield after all, and the density of personnel is far less sparse than other places.

Therefore, when Xu Yun took care of the last person, he

Finally found out.

A sergeant with the appearance of a small leader caught a glimpse of Xu Yun who was stretching his muscles, and immediately shouted and pointed with his sword:

"Not good, there is someone in the corner who is making a sneak attack!"

The voice fell.

Then two English soldiers who had just dealt with their opponents looked at each other, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Xu Yun aggressively.

Looking at the flashlight above his head, Xu Yun shrugged helplessly towards the people behind him.

The two people who came here to kill were experienced veterans, and far more than one person died in their hands.

There was a bloodthirsty light in their eyes, and one of them was still licking his tongue, as if he had seen the oriental man being cut into pieces by their knives.

Then they see it.

From behind the wooden box next to Xu Yun, six big men jumped out at the same time. Counting Xu Yun, they killed them like seven gourd babies.

Two English soldiers: "?????"

Ten Hag Rangnick, a wheat merchant from Glasgow, was so cautious that he never took part in any entertainment until the transaction was completed.

And it is thanks to this character.

After tonight's night attack.

The original group of businessmen who were drinking and having a bonfire at the gate of the camp almost all burped their farts, but Ten Hag Rangnick survived the initial shock.

And relying on his own bodyguard entourage, he organized a fairly effective defensive front on the west side of the station.

However, although the defense line was organized, the situation was

"Master, it's not good, Mr. Luke Shaw is seriously injured, and Mr. Niu Quill is dead!"

Listening to the news from his servant with a crying voice.

Ten Hag Rangnick's expression remained unchanged, but his knuckles were suddenly clenched a little.

Niu Quill, as the servants said, was the strongest bodyguard under him. He was known as the Great Britain Victory, and he was an iconic figure in the caravan.

Back then Ten Hag Rangnick spent a full eight pounds in order to lure Niu Quill to the chamber of commerce.

Why!

Could it be that he is really going to be buried here today?

Just when the entire line of defense was in jeopardy.

More than 30 meters away from Ten Hag Rangnick's side, there was a sudden rushing sound, which made him startled.

Are the New England soldiers attacking?

Or did reinforcements arrive at the outpost?

There are two possibilities, but what connects them is hell and heaven.

With this anxiety.

Ten Hag Rangnick hid behind a box, and by the light of the fire, he slowly looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Only at this moment.

In the distance, an oriental man with short black hair and yellow skin is leading more than a dozen men who are obviously dressed as his own side, and is coming here aggressively!

Two of them were bodyguards of their own caravan!

In less than ten seconds, they exchanged fire with the English soldiers.

clang clang clang---

I saw that young oriental young man holding a sword in his right hand and dusting powder in his left hand. His moves were exquisite and subtle, as if entering a land without people!

See this situation.

Ten Hag Rangnick couldn't help shrinking his pupils, and asked the followers around him:

"Which caravan's bodyguard is that? I thought Niu Kuier was already invincible, but I didn't expect there to be someone braver than him!"

The follower could only shake his head.

After all, Ten Hag Rangnick is a person who can be a big business talker. After the initial surprise, he quickly realized the importance of this new force.

He took a deep breath and shouted to the surroundings:

"Warriors, our reinforcements have arrived, all grown men take up weapons, let's fight out together!"

Ten Hag Rangnick had a high prestige in the chamber of commerce, and the other people on the scene were not blind—they were born as bodyguards, and their judgments on the situation of the battle were even sharper than Ten Hag Rangnick.

So soon.

The morale of the soldiers in the field was greatly shaken, and they gathered to attack and kill outside, even some wounded were no exception.

A few minutes later.

Xu Yun, who entered the battle, was ushered to Ten Hag Rangnick's side. Before Ten Hag Rangnick could thank him, he said:

"Sir, don't gossip, first tell me where the English crossbowmen are gathered?"

Xu Yun's tone seemed urgent, because there was a threat from the beginning to the end:

It was the crossbowmen brought by Grant!

In non-modern warfare.

Crossbowmen will basically act together with a fixed system as a module. After all, this unit is not a melee type.

Even in a surprise battle, they will occupy a certain area and carry out targeted long-range kills or fire support.

Of course.

There are definitely some crossbowmen who will act sporadically, but the overall number will not be too many.

Right now, there is still a confrontation in the west area. Although the offensive and defensive sides have temporarily changed positions, after all, all friendly soldiers have not died yet.

In addition, Xu Yun deliberately ordered people to extinguish all light sources such as torches, so it was difficult for those crossbowmen to remotely grasp the occupancy situation.

Therefore, they would never dare to shoot arrows without rules at this time—especially when the commander Grant was killed, no one would dare to take this responsibility.

But if the English soldiers on the scene were all wiped out.

Then what is waiting for everyone at the scene must be the high-kill suppression of nearly twenty crossbow bolts!

So before that, the positions of the crossbowmen must be locked!

Ten Hag Rangnick was obviously aware of this, and quickly pointed to a certain direction to the south:

"The crossbowmen should be in that area. I saw a lot of arrows shot from there, but it's hard to say the exact location."

Xu Yun nodded, it is enough to have a direction, after all, this station is only so big.

Afterwards, he exchanged a few words with Ten Hag Rangnick before leaving and returning to the battlefield.

Right now, his own side's advantage is quite obvious, and there are even many two-on-one situations, so he confidently called a few people:

"Stanci Valenzu Ladidak Vargas, come with me!"

The few people whose names were called were all saved by Xu Yun, so they left the scene with Xu Yun without much hesitation.

Then a group of eight people circled along the border under the guidance of Xu Yun.

According to Xu Yun's instructions, Ten Hag Rangnick had someone throw a flashlight in another direction.

Flashlights and torches are the few 'floats' in the dark night, so after discovering the light of the flashlight, two crossbow bolts shot around the flashlight immediately.

See this situation.

A bodyguard who was good at using bows and crossbows in the crowd turned his ears sideways and judged the position through the sound:

"Mr. Luo Feng, the target is about 150 feet in the direction of ten o'clock, and it shouldn't be too far away."

Xu Yun nodded, and led everyone to touch in that direction.

as expected.

After a short walk.

In their front left field of vision, there appeared an area lit by five or six flashlights, and they could even smell a smell of tobacco.

Seeing this, Xu Yun took a deep breath and took out a round object from his body.

This is the life-saving equipment he prepared for this trip, and it is a self-made flash bomb.

Although a certain author wanted to write out the self-made process, but after asking a friend, he learned that this is a behavior strictly prohibited by laws and regulations, and spreading related tutorials on the Internet is to go inside and cry behind bars. (Someone reported me to spread incendiary bombs before in the dungeon of Song Dynasty. Fortunately, I was cleared after the verification)

Therefore, the self-made process is omitted here.

Anyway, the main ingredients of the flash bomb are phosphorus, potassium chlorate and other things. With Xu Yun's current status in HKUST, it is not difficult to get them together.

Then Xu Yun slammed the flash bomb.

Pull the fuse.

Throw it hard in that direction.

The crossbowman gathering point not far away.

After occupying the entrance of the station before.

The crossbowmen skillfully built a temporary trench with wheat cloth bags, boxes and other objects, and cooperated with the infantry to fight.

In the beginning, their intention was to cause confusion by quickly killing some targets, and they quickly completed the request.

And as the battle progressed.

The duty of the crossbowmen has gradually become to suppress firepower and control the situation.

"yawn."

In the 'trenches', a young white man stretched his waist and said:

"Night battles are really boring. You can't see the target clearly. Why didn't Captain Grant attack during the day?"

Hearing his complaint, a non-commissioned officer on the side couldn't help but glared at him, and reprimanded him:

"Shut up Gordon, perform the task well, don't get cheap and act like a good boy."

Gordon pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and looked like he didn't buy it at all:

"What's cheap? Compared with this kind of boring leisure, I want to go to the battlefield to kill people. That's what a man should do."

Speaking of something, he suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, and said excitedly:

"By the way, have you heard? The Queen seems to be planning to attack the East!"

"I don't know if the Royal Engineer Corps will be selected for the expedition. I heard that the opponent is an extremely decayed ancient empire. The yellow race should be very... huh? What is that?"

between talking.

Through the light of the flashlight, Charles George Gordon vaguely felt something flying towards him again.

Before he could react.

An extremely bright light appeared in front of him, instantly blinding his retinal nerves.

It's not over yet.

Students who have been bombed by flash bombs in their previous lives should know it.

Although the flash bomb has a flash in its name.

But in fact, it still has a strong impact, even comparable to grenades within a certain range, and the same is true for smoke grenades.

By coincidence, this flash bomb fell on Charles George Gordon's side.

Ever since.

While the front is filled with white light.

Gordon also suddenly felt an extremely powerful impact in his chest, as if it was going to tear him apart completely.

At the last moment of his life, a voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Hey, I hit an A1 high flash!"

Note:

After searching a lot of information and making more than a dozen phone calls, I finally found a unit where Grant and Gordon both served.

No way, obsessive-compulsive disorder, killing an executioner doesn't feel good enough.