Jackson, the commander-in-chief of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, was lying in the carriage, grinning from the pain in his shoulder.
Even though he had smoked a fingernail's worth of cigarettes, the severe pain still prevented him from falling asleep.
Count Sivir was also sitting in the car, his already bloodless face becoming even paler after a fierce battle, like a piece of white paper just fished out of the water.
He looked at General Jackson's frown and couldn't help but feel some sympathy from the bottom of his heart. As for the previous offense against him, it had now disappeared with the Eight-Nation Allied Forces.
"General, please bear with me a little longer. The blood arrows shot by that master from the Tang Dynasty are cursed, so even if the doctor treats the wound, you will still be in unbearable pain."
"Then we should find a priest from the Inquisition."
Jackson smiled, "It's a pity that if those priests saw our disastrous defeat, they would only say our last prayers, right?"
Seeing that Jackson could still joke at this time, Sivir squeezed out a smile from his stiff face.
Yes, everything is over. Their conquest of the far east is coming to an end.
At least this is the case for Jackson. Not surprisingly, when they return to the camp in the Haihe area, the general will be recalled to the country to face trial.
The outcome of the Battle of Jinmen only hung on a thread. For a long time, this thread was held in the hands of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces and was about to be torn off at any time.
They have well-trained troops, sophisticated weapons, and powerful cannons.
The enemy they faced was just an old-style army, plus a bunch of stragglers who couldn't even be called soldiers. All the advantages were on their side.
There is only one thing, they lost, and that is something Jackson himself has to admit.
That is the difference between the leader and the general.
They had heard Ye Tianpei's name before, but they thought he was an old-fashioned bureaucrat and a pedantic officer who was incorrigible and vulnerable to attack.
However, the general was far younger than they imagined, and he was also braver and calmer than they imagined.
In fact, commanding ability is certainly very important. However, in an era when a military order has to be transmitted through several layers and takes dozens of minutes or even an afternoon to reach the front line, the role of temporary quick wits is very limited.
Therefore, the battle plan has of course been made long ago.
All everyone has to do is act according to the predetermined plan, how to advance, stand at a certain location, and how long to control a certain place. This is something that has been determined in advance.
In this case, the two opposing sides are competing to see which side can carry out the original plan to the end.
"Ye Tianpei" withstood the pressure and stood firm amid the gunfire. Even though the gunfire fell right next to him and the splashed dust fell on him, he stood still, like a stone wall.
Because of his encouragement, the collapsed morale regrouped and launched wave after wave of attacks, supporting Ren Qi to reach the artillery team.
In contrast, Jackson did not stay until the end. He retreated when the pressure on the coalition forces was greatest.
But it's not his fault, because there are too many masters in the Tang Dynasty's formation.
Sivir's line of sight was only blocked for a moment, and he did not see Ye Tianpei. The next moment, another master appeared in the camp.
The man's strength was not inferior to that of Ren Qi. Almost as soon as he entered Jackson's surroundings, he set off a wave of blood. Even though there were many masters in the escort team, they could not stop him and let him come closer.
The wound on Jackson's shoulder was left by the master. It should have been a fatal wound that penetrated directly through the chest, but Sivir pushed him. This time, he was not killed on the spot.
No matter what, it's a good thing to survive.
This is true for Jackson, and it is also true for the only ten thousand soldiers left outside the carriage at this time. This is a great good thing.
Sivir opened his pocket watch. It should be three o'clock at night. For others, it is the time when they are sleepy, tired and drowsy.
But for vampires, it is the most spiritual moment of the day, when all their perceptions have just become active.
It started to rain in the sky, dripping and dripping, making the road muddy.
Is it because the atmosphere of their defeat was not tragic and sad enough, so the rain fell from the sky again, making people even more sad and melancholy?
Sivir could already hear the low moans and wails of the soldiers outside, as well as the sound of soldiers falling into the rain.
He is a hard-hearted person, and such a sound cannot make his hard heart beat.
Suddenly, Sivir's heart, which had not reacted for hundreds of years, suddenly tightened, as if something unfortunate had happened at this moment.
He heard a group of cavalry coming here in the rain, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was rapid and violent.
This is definitely not the cavalry of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, because they suffered a defeat in Jinmen. At this time, even a leaf blowing would make them scream, and they would never dare to make such a sound.
And there was a certain confidence and calmness in the sound of the horse's hooves.
If Sivir had to describe it, it was more like the sound of a hunting team's horses, cheerful, rapid, and full of curiosity and expectation.
hunt?
Goosebumps appeared on the backs of Sivir's hands.
He immediately opened the window and shouted to the people outside: "The enemy is attacking! Prepare to defend!"
Enemy attack?
Enemy attack!
The sound was like a cannonball falling into boiling oil, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.
The vampires of the Sivir family were the first to react and drove their horses closer to the carriage.
Of course they also suffered heavy losses in the battle at Jinmen. However, vampires have no emotions. Even if they were frightened or shocked, they had already recovered by this time.
A dozen vampires tightly guarded the carriage.
In the heavy rain, Jackson's cavalry also drew their swords, shining brightly.
The soldiers stood in formation. The cannons and machine guns had naturally been abandoned when they fled, and only the muskets were left in their hands.
However, in this violent storm, the musket seemed to have become unreliable - no one knew whether it could be fired.
Therefore, what is more worthy of trust is the bayonet. The soldiers form a tight formation, shoulder to shoulder, with the bayonet pointed outward.
The sound of the horse's hoofs hitting the ground was originally heard only by Sivir. After a while, even the soldiers could hear it clearly through the sound of rain.
Outside the rain curtain, there were black figures riding horses approaching quickly.
There were only three hundred elites, the elites among the elites, one person with three horses, coming to chase the Eight-Nation Allied Forces.
They had changed horses twice before approaching Jackson, saving the most powerful horse for now.
Ren Qi, wearing a poncho, rushed to the front, followed closely by Yin Xiu.
"Hey!"
Yin Xiu called him, "You kill people all day long, from morning to night. Aren't you tired?"
"Not tired."
Ren Qi opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of cold rainwater. He turned around and spit it out again.
"I just feel like my whole body stinks. I don't even have time to wipe the sword after cutting someone off. At this time, I feel like I'm carrying a few dead rats on my back."
He obviously hated getting his sword dirty and not being able to clean it.
Although she didn't smell it, Yin Xiu subconsciously distanced herself from him.
Ren Qi glanced at him and said, "What about you? I saw you stood there and got blasted by artillery all day, and then rushed in to get shot. Aren't you tired?"
"Tired."
Yin Xiu smiled sarcastically, "I'm exhausted, but if Jackson doesn't die, I won't be able to sleep well. Uncle Ming has taught me that you have to clean your hands and tails before doing anything."
"Then you are very principled."
Ren Qi held the horse's belly between his legs, stood up and looked forward, as if the heavy rain curtain could not block his sight.
"You asked him to run away once." "The blood hit his eyes."
Yin Xiu shook his head, "Originally I had a good chance, but unfortunately there were too many people around him, vampires, paladins, magicians, Japanese warriors, everything. These people blocked my way."
"It's okay, I will let you get what you want this time."
Ren Qi turned around, "Are those vampires still left to you?"
"What use do you have for me, those bastards?"
Yin Xiu grabbed the reins with one hand and rubbed the mocking wind sword with the other, "Just cut them into pieces and feed them to the dogs."
Ren Qi frowned, "My sword is for killing people, not for chopping offal."
"They're all the same. Aren't they just bastards?"
"Then I'll leave it to you to deal with it. I'll help you clear the way."
Ren Qi whistled from behind, and a group of cavalry immediately rushed up, following him and running quickly to Yin Xiu's right hand side to distance themselves from him.
Yin Xiu stared at the cavalry, which consisted of only a hundred men, and saluted them with his eyes until he smelled a fragrant breeze.
Ma Xiaoyu also came forward. She was wearing a green-faced evil ghost mask.
This murderous mask just happened to protect her from the rain, preventing her beauty from being disfigured by the heavy rain.
When other people saw this green-faced evil ghost mask, they thought it was hideous and terrifying, but Yin Xiu just smiled.
"You're going to fight and you can still laugh? Do you really think you're the best in the world?" Ma Xiaoyu said coquettishly.
"What do you think?"
Yin Xiu imitated the accent of a local in Jinmen and asked her, "Do you think I will be the best in the world?"
Ma Xiaoyu's shoulders shook, and a gentle reply came out from under the mask, "Tonight."
"Okay! Just watch."
Yin Xiu pulled out the Chaofeng Sword and held it in his hand.
"Are you waiting for me to come back?"
"Of course I'm waiting for you."
Ma Xiaoyu followed the cavalry and reluctantly left to Yin Xiu's left hand. She and Ren Qi formed left and right horns, echoing each other, and together they protected Yin Xiu's progress in the middle.
Liu Banxian rode bumpyly on the horse, feeling that the rain was about to knock down his hair, which was not thick at all.
The team that came to pursue them were all the best among the best, and every cavalryman was a master among masters. His appearance here was of course very unexpected.
But Liu Banxian insisted on coming, so Yin Xiu also asked him to follow him, all as a witness.
However, Liu Banxian didn't just want to be a spectator.
He was holding the compass and swaying from side to side on the horse, as if he was about to fall down accidentally at any moment.
"Brother Yin, I asked for a lottery. Now is the best time to attack."
"Oh?"
Yin Xiu smiled, "What does the signature say?"
Liu Banxian threw the lot behind him, shook his head and said: "The thirty-third lot, Zhao Zilong saves Adou, step up.
With a three-foot sword in hand, eight thousand soldiers and eleven sharp swords, there is plenty of treasure! ”
“Good sign!”
Yin Xiu laughed loudly and moved forward with the Sword of Chaofeng.
As he raised the sharp blade with his hand, the clear blade of the Wind-Mocking Sword broke through the wind and rain, leading him towards the direction of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces.
Sivir had already grabbed the carriage and led all the vampires to fight, leaving only Jackson and his doctor in the carriage.
At this time, Jackson was a little confused due to smoking cigarettes. He couldn't open his eyes, but he could only vaguely hear some noises.
He heard the roar of his proud officers issuing orders, and then the thunderous volley of soldiers.
After a period of silence, there was the chaotic trampling sound of horse hooves.
It seemed that something had been hit. The roars of men were mixed with the roars of horses, and then there was the sound of weapons colliding, and the sounds of men and horses falling to the ground continued to be heard in the rain.
Despite their numerical superiority, Jackson knew they were a defeated army, a weakened army that had completely collapsed physically and psychologically.
Such an army is no longer what it used to be in terms of morale and organization.
Therefore, as the commander-in-chief of an army, Jackson should take responsibility at this time, stand up to boost morale, and command the defense.
But he still couldn't open his eyes, he just gritted his teeth and listened to the soldiers outside fleeing, falling, and dying.
It wasn't until a gust of cold rain entered the car and hit his face that Jackson suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing that appeared in front of him was Count Sivir's head.
The eyes of this vampire who had lived for hundreds of years were red, and a pair of fangs were exposed from the outside of his mouth. It was actually a little funny at this time.
Then Yin Xiu came in with a sword. As soon as he came in, he threw Sivir's head outside as if he was leaving a piece of garbage.
"Are you awake?" Yin Xiu smiled.
"Thanks to you, I woke up."
Jackson struggled, got up with the help of the medical officer, and leaned against the carriage, breathing heavily.
Yin Xiu first looked at the medical officer who was doing his duty faithfully.
"Doctor, can you save people?"
The medical officer nodded, "This is my bounden duty."
"Even your enemy?"
The medical officer spread his hands knowingly, "Sir, it's not up to me to decide who to save at this time, it only depends on you."
"Very good, this sentence saved your life."
Yin Xiu nuzzled her chin at him, "Some of my brothers are injured outside, go and help them."
The medical officer nodded, and after giving Jackson a sympathetic look, he left Yin Xiu's side.
Only then did Yin Xiu put the sword against Jackson's chin, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Jackson's face was livid, "I understand, you are the commander of the Tang people, but you are not the general soldier of the imperial court. Who are you?"
"Is this important?"
"Very important."
Jackson stared at Yin Xiu, trying to maintain the last dignity of the soldier, "I want to know clearly that this is my last wish."
"Then listen carefully."
Yin Xiu held the sword against him.
"People from the Tang Dynasty."(End of Chapter)