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  Chapter 227 A1 high flash, please? (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 small 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 a brief conversation with them.

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

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

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

  The other party came for me this time, and the caravan and sentinel were all shot.

   As for the mistakes

   Naturally, it could only be Mendi Solo Village.

certainly.

   This does not mean that 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 spend so much trouble.

  So nothing unexpected.

   There is a high probability that when a group of them were moving in the village, they were discovered by an eyeliner placed by England.

   But on the other hand.

  Tonight's mishap is like the second boot that falls, which means 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

  Cambridge Apostle.

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

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

  Xu Yun heard the words and looked up at the surrounding situation.

  If you put it in the movie.

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

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

   But in reality

  Xu Yun can assure you.

  Estimated that within five seconds of standing on it, he would be taken away by a set of crossbow arrows flying from nowhere.

  In the current dark 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 in the station equipped with flintlocks or rifles?"

   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 caravan are allowed to pass with guns."

   "Therefore, when most caravans depart 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 from here, they will separate from the musket team, and at most arrive at the sentry point with cold weapons."

   "This 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."

  Xu Yun nodded in understanding.

I see.

   No wonder Grant and other sergeants 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 shoot everyone to death, and then blame it on the robbers, or simply refer to the deer as a horse and say that the gun wound is 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, which was about several hundred meters away from the chamber of commerce, which was where Sa Daoyi and the others were stationed.

   At this time, there is also a lot of fighting over there, and I am afraid it is still difficult to come to support.

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

  This layout prevents sneak attacks from the outside, and also prevents the possibility of escaping from the inside.

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 material box next to 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 finishing speaking, he swayed a sword flower smartly, 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, wanting to say something.

   But in the end still did not speak.

  Xu Yun's goal is the west side of the garrison where the fighting is most intense, which belongs 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 to watch the night.

   So after the battle starts.

  Here has also become the most concentrated battle situation, but also the most stable fortifications.

  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 unicycle about ten meters away from him.

  At this moment, standing beside the wheelbarrow was a young man holding a wooden stick. 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 Shota to be bullied" would come out of his mouth.

  The young man had already been forced to the shaft of the unicycle, shouting 'nonono' incessantly.

  Maybe the stress 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—"

  The abdomen is built under weight.

  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 **** decapitation.

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

  Boom—

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

   is 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, then struggled to get up, and sat on the ground without any image:

   "Mr. Mister, thank you. If it weren'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 still wants to pat the other person on the shoulder and say:

  Brother, you deserved it.

  Tmd dare to plant such a flag?

   Those who want to eat the ax immediately.

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

"What's 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

  Myself?

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

  Have great-grandchildren in their 80s, it seems

   Right?

  Think here.

  Xu Yun's gaze softened a lot when he looked at this person.

  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, and 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. Adult men in the caravan. They are servants and followers. There are about thirty people."

   "As for the seven or eight old people who have no combat effectiveness, they are all the talkers of 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 men 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.

  Even though the English troops have high individual quality, their numbers are smaller after all. In addition, the caravans still have goods as shelters, so it is no wonder that 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 offensive and defensive translocations!

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

   "What about 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, this number did not exceed his expectations.

   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 the captain, Grant should have around 20 crossbows.

  The two sides of the station and the outpost are divided into two and slightly tilted. 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, and be careful."

   Finish speaking.

  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.

   One minute later.

  Xu Yunqian came to the side of the two men who were fighting fiercely.

   Then, taking advantage of the gap between the two to adjust their breathing just after a round of fighting, he took out a handful of powder from his body and threw it at one of them.

  The ultimate move of a certain second-generation beast martial artist: Lime-sprinkling!

"what!"

  Unprepared, the man in the English military uniform was instantly hit!

  Xu Yun took this opportunity to rush forward.

  Elbow strike, 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 the matter, 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 ensuring that there were not many fire lights around him, he quickly shouted softly:

   "Don't stand around stupidly, come with me!"

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

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

  Up to now, the number of English soldiers 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.

  So when Xu Yun finished the last person, he

   Finally found out.

  I saw a sergeant with the appearance of a small leader caught a glimpse of Xu Yun who was stretching his hands, and immediately shouted, pointing at the sword:

   "Not good, there is someone in the corner doing 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.

   I saw a bloodthirsty light flashing 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.

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

  Two English soldiers: "?????"

  Ten Hag Rangnick is a wheat merchant from Glasgow. Due to his cautious personality, he never participates in any entertainment activities before the transaction is completed.

   And it is thanks to this character.

  After tonight's night raid.

  Almost all the businessmen who were drinking and having a bonfire at the entrance of the camp belched 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 is organized, the situation is

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

  Listening to the news from his servants crying.

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

  The Niu Quill that the servant said was the strongest bodyguard under him, known as the Great Britain Victory, was an iconic figure in the caravan.

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

Why!

   Is it true that you are going to die here today?

   Just when the entire line of defense was in jeopardy.

  Ten Hag Rangnick was more than 30 meters away, suddenly there was a rushing sound, which made him startled.

   Is the New England soldiers attacking?

   Or did the reinforcements arrive at the outpost?

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

  With this kind of apprehension.

  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.

  I saw this moment.

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

   Two of them are bodyguards of their own caravan!

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

  Clang clang clang—

  I saw the 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 he had entered the land of no one!

  See this scenario.

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

   "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!"

   Followers can only shake their heads.

  Ten Hag Rangnick is, after all, 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 and fight out together!"

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

   So fast.

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

After a few minutes.

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

   "Sir, don't gossip, tell me where the crossbowmen in England are gathered?"

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

   These are the crossbowmen brought by Grant!

   In non-Modern Warfare.

  Bowmen 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 must be some crossbowmen who will act sporadically, but the overall number will not be too many.

  Currently, 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 are 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, you must first lock the positions of the crossbowmen!

  Ten Hag Rangnick obviously realized 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 so big.

  Afterwards, he explained a few words to Ten Hag Rangnick, and then he left and returned to the battlefield.

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

   "Stanch Valenzu Ladidak Vargas, come with me!"

   The people who were named 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 scenario.

  A bodyguard who is good at using bows and crossbows in the crowd tilted his ears 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 predicted.

   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)

  So the self-made process is omitted here.

  Anyway, the main components 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 flipped the flash bomb.

   Pull the fuse.

   Throw 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 bags, boxes and other objects, and cooperated with the infantry to fight.

   In the beginning, their purpose was to quickly kill some targets to cause confusion, and they quickly completed the request.

   And as the battle progressed.

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

   "Yawn."

  In the "trench", 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:

   "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."

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

   "By the way, have you heard? The Queen seems to be preparing 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 speaking.

  Charles George Gordon vaguely felt something flying towards him through the light of the flashlight.

   Then before he could react.

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

   It's not over yet.

  Students who were bombed by flash bombs in their previous life should know this.

  Flash bomb has 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.

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

  So 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 ears:

   "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.

  The battle plot is over, and the next chapter will return to the theme.

   For the sake of such hard work, how about some monthly passes?

  (end of this chapter)