Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Jackson, the commander-in-chief of the Eight-Nation Alliance, was lying in the carriage, grimacing because of the pain in his shoulder.

Even though he had smoked a whole fingernail of opium, the severe pain still prevented him from falling asleep.

Count Sivir was also sitting in the car. His already pale face became even paler after the fierce battle, like a piece of white paper just pulled out of the water.

Looking at General Jackson's frown, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy from the bottom of his heart. As for the other party's previous offense against him, it has now disappeared along with the Eight-Nation Alliance.

"General, please bear with it for a while. The blood arrow shot by the Tang expert carries a curse, so even if the doctor treats the wound, it will still cause you unbearable pain."

"Then we should find a priest from the Inquisition."

Jackson smiled, "It's a pity that if those priests saw our miserable defeat, they would only give us last prayers, right?"

Seeing that Jackson could still make a joke at this time, Sylvie forced a smile from her stiff face.

Yes, everything was over. Their conquest of the Far East was coming to an end.

At least that's the case for Jackson. If nothing unexpected happens, when they return to the camp near the Haihe River, the general will be recalled to the country to stand trial.

The outcome of the Battle of Tianjin hung on a thread. For a long time, this thread was held in the hands of the Eight-Nation Alliance and was about to be torn off at any time.

They had a well-trained and disciplined army, sophisticated weapons, and powerful cannons.

The enemy they faced was just an old-fashioned army and a group of guerrillas who could not even be called soldiers. All the advantages were on their side.

There is only one thing: they lost, and Jackson himself had to admit that.

That is the difference between a commander, or a general.

They had heard of Ye Tianpei's name before, and thought he was only an old-fashioned bureaucrat, a pedantic military officer who was conservative and vulnerable.

However, the general was much younger, braver and calmer than they had imagined.

In fact, command ability is certainly very important. However, in an era when military orders have to go through several levels and take dozens of minutes or even an afternoon to reach the front line, the role of temporary quick wit is very limited.

Therefore, the battle plan had of course been prepared long ago.

All everyone has to do is act according to the predetermined plan. How to advance, how to stand in a certain position, and how long to control a certain place are all things that have been determined in advance.

In this case, the two opposing sides will compete to see which side can carry out the original plan to the end.

"Ye Tianpei" withstood the pressure and stood firm in the artillery fire, even though the artillery fire fell right next to him and the splashed dust fell on him, but he stood still like a stone wall.

Thanks to his encouragement, the collapsed morale was reassembled, and wave after wave of attacks were launched, supporting Ren Qi to reach the artillery team.

In contrast, Jackson did not stay until the end, but retreated when the Union forces were under the greatest pressure.

But this is not his fault, because there are too many masters in the Tang army.

Xiweier's vision was only blocked for a moment, and she didn't see Ye Tianpei. The next moment, another master appeared in the camp.

The man's strength was no less than Ren Qi's. As soon as he entered Jackson's vicinity, he set off a surge of blood. Even though there were many masters in the guard team, they could not stop him and forced him to kill them close to them.

The wound on Jackson's shoulder was left by the master. It should have been a fatal wound that went straight through his chest, but Sylvie gave him a push, so he was not killed on the spot.

No matter what, it's a good thing to be alive.

This was true for Jackson, and also for the 10,000 soldiers left outside the carriage. This was a great thing.

Xiweier opened her pocket watch. It should be three o'clock in the morning, a time when others would feel sleepy, tired and drowsy.

But for vampires, it is the most energetic time of the day, and all their senses are just becoming active.

It started to rain, dripping from the sky, making the road muddy.

Is it because the atmosphere of their failure is not tragic and sad enough, so rain falls from the sky to make people even more sad and depressed?
Shiver could already hear the soldiers outside groaning and wailing, as well as the sounds of soldiers falling in the rain.

He was a man with a heart of stone, and such a sound could not make his hard heart beat.

Suddenly, Xiweier'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 towards here in the rain, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was rapid and swift.

These were definitely not the cavalry of the Eight-Nation Alliance, because they had suffered a defeat in Tianjin. At this time, even the sound of a leaf blowing would make them scream, and they would never dare to make such a noise.

Moreover, there is a certain confidence and calmness in the sound of horse hooves.

If Sivir were to describe it, it was more like the sound made by a hunting team's horses, cheerful, hurried, and full of curiosity and anticipation.

hunt?

Goose bumps appeared on the back of Sivir's hands.

He immediately opened the car window and shouted to the people outside: "Enemy attack! Prepare for defense!"

Enemy attack?

Enemy attack!

The sound was like a cannonball falling into boiling oil, instantly causing thousands of waves.

The vampires of the Shiver family were the first to react and drove their horses towards the carriage.

Of course, they suffered heavy losses in the battle of Tianjin, but vampires are emotionless, and even if they were frightened and shocked, they had recovered by now.

A dozen vampires guarded the carriage tightly.

In the heavy rain, Jackson's cavalry also drew their sabers, shining brightly.

The soldiers stood in formation. The cannons and machine guns had naturally been abandoned when they fled, and they only had muskets in their hands.

However, in this storm, the musket seemed unreliable - no one knew whether it could be fired.

Therefore, the bayonet was more trustworthy, and the soldiers formed a tight formation, shoulder to shoulder, with bayonets pointing outward.

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was originally only heard by Sivir, but after a while, even the soldiers could hear it clearly through the sound of rain.

Outside the rain, dark figures on horseback were approaching quickly.

There were only 300 elite cavalrymen, the elite among the elite, with each man leading three horses, who came to chase the Eight-Nation Alliance.

They had changed horses twice before approaching Jackson, saving the horses with the strongest impact for now.

Ren Qi was wearing a raincoat and rushed to the front, with Yin Xiu following closely behind him.

"Hey!"

Yin Xiu called out to him, "You chop people all day long, from morning till night, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

Ren Qi opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of cold rain water, which made him turn his head and spit it out.

"I just felt that my whole body was stinking. I didn't even have time to wipe the sword after killing someone. At this time, I felt like I was carrying a few dead rats on my body."

He obviously hated getting his sword dirty and not being able to clean it.

Although he didn't smell any odor, Yin Xiu subconsciously kept some distance from him.

Ren Qi glanced at him and said, "What about you? I saw you standing there being bombarded for a whole day, and then you rushed in and got shot. Aren't you tired?"

"tired."

Yin Xiu smiled, "I'm so tired, but if Jackson doesn't die, I won't be able to sleep well. Uncle Ming taught me that I have to do things thoroughly before I finish them."

"Then you are very principled."

Ren Qi clamped his legs around the horse's belly, stood up and looked forward. It seemed that the heavy rain could not block his sight.

"You made him run away once." "The blood got to his eyes."

Yin Xiu shook his head. "Originally, I had a good chance, but unfortunately there were too many people around him, including vampires, paladins, magicians, Japanese samurai, and everything else. These people blocked my way."

"It's okay. I'll let you get what you want this time."

Ren Qi turned his head and said, "Those vampires should be left to you?"

"What use are you leaving those bastards to me?"

Yin Xiu grabbed the reins with one hand and stroked the Chaofeng Sword with the other, "Just chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs."

Ren Qi frowned, "My sword is for killing people, not for chopping up things."

"They are all the same. Aren't they just bastards?"

"Then I'll leave it to you to deal with. I'll help you clear the way."

Ren Qichao whistled from behind, and immediately a group of cavalrymen caught up with him, following him and running quickly to Yin Xiu's right side, keeping a distance from him.

Yin Xiu looked at the cavalry of only a hundred people 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 helped her block the rain, preventing her from being beaten pale by the heavy rain.

When others saw the green-faced evil ghost mask, they found it hideous and terrifying, but Yin Xiu just smiled.

"You can still laugh when there is a war? Do you really think you are the best in the world?" Ma Xiaoyu said coquettishly.

"What do you think?"

Yin Xiu asked her using the accent of a local from Tianjin, "When do you think I can become the best in the world?"

Ma Xiaoyu's shoulders trembled, and she replied softly from under the mask, "Tonight."

"Okay! Just watch."

Yin Xiu drew out the Chaofeng Sword and held it in his hand.

"You're waiting for me to come back?"

"Of course I'll wait for you."

Ma Xiaoyu followed the cavalry and reluctantly left to Yin Xiu's left hand, forming a left and right horn with Ren Qi, echoing each other from a distance, and together covering Yin Xiu in the middle as he moved forward.

Liu Banxian was riding on his horse, and he felt that the rain was about to blow his already thin hair off.

The team that came to pursue were the elite among the elite, and every cavalryman was an expert among experts. His appearance here was of course very abrupt.

However, Liu Banxian insisted on coming, so Yin Xiu asked him to follow as a witness.

However, Liu Banxian didn't just want to be a spectator.

He held the compass in his hand, and his body swayed from side to side on his horse, as if he would fall down at any time by accident.

"Brother Yin, I drew a fortune stick, and now is the best time to attack."

"Oh?"

Yin Xiu smiled, "What does the fortune say?"

Liu Banxian threw the stick behind him and shook his head, saying, "The thirty-third stick, Zhao Zilong saves Ah Dou, excellent.

Wielding a three-foot sword, he is determined to use eight thousand soldiers, eleven sharp swords, and abundant treasures! "

"Good sign!"

Yin Xiu laughed loudly and moved forward with the Chaofeng Sword in hand.

As he raised the sharp blade, the clear blade of the Chaofeng Sword broke through the wind and rain and carried him towards the direction of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

Sivir had already rushed out of the carriage and led the vampires to fight, leaving only Jackson and his doctor in the carriage.

Jackson was a little confused by the opium at this time. He couldn't open his eyes and could only vaguely hear some noises.

He heard the loud shouts of orders from the officers who had made him proud, and then the sound of volleys from the soldiers, like thunder.

After a moment of silence, there was the sound of horses' hooves trampling.

It seemed like they hit something, the roars of people and the neighs of horses mixed together, followed by the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of people and horses falling to the ground continued to be heard in the rain.

Despite their numerical advantage, Jackson knew that they were a defeated army, a weakened army that had completely collapsed physically and psychologically.

Such an army is no longer as good as before in terms of morale and organization.

Therefore, as the commander 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 down and dying.

It wasn't until a gust of cold rain came into the car and hit his face that Jackson suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that appeared before him was the head of Count Sivir.

This vampire who had lived for hundreds of years had red eyes and a pair of fangs sticking out of his mouth, which seemed a little funny at this moment.

Then Yin Xiu came in with a sword in his hand. As soon as he came in, he threw Xiweier's head outside as if he was throwing away a piece of garbage.

"Are you awake?" Yin Xiu asked with a smile.

"Thanks to you, I woke up."

Jackson struggled and stood up with the help of the medical officer, leaning against the carriage, gasping for breath.

Yin Xiu first looked at the medical officer who was dedicated to his duty.

"Doctor, can you save people?"

The medical officer nodded, "This is my duty."

"Even your enemies?"

The medical officer spread his hands wisely, "Sir, it is not up to me to decide who to save at this time. It depends on you."

"Very good, this sentence saved your life."

Yin Xiu nodded his chin at him, "Some of my brothers are injured outside, go help them."

The medical officer nodded, gave Jackson a sympathetic look, and then left Yin Xiu's side.

Only then did Yin Xiu put the sword against Jackson's chin, "Anything else you want to say?"

Jackson's face was livid. "I think I understand. You are the commander of the Tang people, but you are not the general of the court. Who are you?"

"Is this important?"

"Very important."

Jackson stared at Yin Xiu, trying to maintain the last dignity of a soldier, "I want you to know clearly that this is my last wish."

"Then listen carefully."

Yin Xiu raised his sword.

"Tang people." (End of this chapter)