I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 460 - 226: Can we have an A1 High Flash? (8.2K!!!)

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

On the side of the supply wagon.

Thomson was leaning against the wheel, gasping for breath, while Xu Yun, who was bandaging him with Will, said:

"If you hadn’t stepped in this time, Will and I would have surely died. I owe you my life."

Xu Yun stopped his actions and smiled, saying:

"It’s nothing, really. Don’t take it to heart, Mr. Thomson."

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

"You don’t understand... never mind, if we survive this attack, I’ll explain it to you in detail."

During the time Grant was waiting for Xu Yun’s arrival, he had briefly exchanged some words with them.

Although not much information was revealed, there was one point that left a strong impression on Thomson:

Grant had called out his and Will’s names the moment he saw them.

Given the task of this trip and similar past incidents in history, Thomson was sure of one thing:

The attack was targeted at him, and the trade convoy and outpost were collateral damage.

As for the leak....

Naturally, it could only have come from Mendisolo Village.

Of course.

This doesn’t mean there was an issue with Evar.

If he were the informant, he could have acted directly in the village without all this complexity.

Therefore, barring any surprises.

It’s highly likely that an English informant spotted their actions in the village.

On the other hand.

Tonight’s incident, like a second shoe dropping, indicates this will be the only opportunity for the behind-the-scenes plotter.

Once inside England, they wouldn’t dare to act again.

Because, after all...

I am a Cambridge Apostle.

If a Cambridge Apostle dies outside England, it can barely be covered up, but if something happens inside England, even the mastermind couldn’t bear the consequences.

And as Thomson was pondering.

Will, cutting the bandaged tape, suddenly asked Xu Yun:

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

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun looked around at the situation.

If this were a movie.

He should be holding Grant’s head high atop the supply wagon, shouting ’Grant’s head is here, lay down your arms and surrender!’

Then the English soldiers would be stunned, dropping their swords and kneeling in supplication for mercy.

But in reality.....

Xu Yun was certain.

He’d probably last less than five seconds before being taken out by a stray crossbow arrow.

In the pitch-black battlefield, Grant’s death was just like any ordinary soldier’s, having no impact on the tide of battle.

Then Xu Yun meditated for a moment and asked Thomson:

"Mr. Thomson, didn’t the trade convoy have any flintlock guns or rifles equipped?"

Thomson shook his head, sighed, and explained:

"Dumfries Town is the most sensitive trade route between Scotland and England, so neither Scottish nor English convoys are allowed to pass with guns."

"Hence, most trade convoys departing from the north typically bring along a guard team equipped with firearms to ensure safety along the way."

"Once they reach Valdobari Village, 40 miles from here, they part ways with the gun-wielding team, often only carrying cold weapons to the outpost."

"The military monitors the route from Valdobari to Dumfries Town, ensuring no bandit, however daring, would dare loot in this region."

Xu Yun nodded with realization.

That explains it.

No wonder, all the way, whether Grant or the other soldiers.

They wore military uniforms and did not dress as bandits to attack the camp — the narrative of military conflict is more believable than such a clumsy excuse.

Additionally.

This also indirectly proves that the enemy’s power isn’t exaggeratedly overwhelming.

At least they couldn’t kill everyone and blame it on bandits, or blatantly claim gun injuries were from swords.

That’s somewhat good news, or else they might as well call it game over.

Next, Xu Yun looked up at the outpost camp a few hundred meters from the trade station, which housed Sadaoyi and their forces.

The sounds of battle were just as intense over there, making it difficult for reinforcements to arrive.

Moreover, around the trade station were chevaux de frise over two and a half meters tall, with spikes attached, densely packed like a cactus.

This layout prevented external climbs or internal escapes.

Obviously.

The only advantage within the camp now was the guards brought by other merchants.

Thinking of this.

Xu Yun turned around, pulled a piece of grey cloth from the materials box, covering Thomson and Will, saying:

"Mr. Thomson, Mr. Will, stay here and don’t move, I’ll be back soon."

With that, he elegantly flicked his sword, then...

Crawled on the ground, slowly moving in a certain direction.

Under the grey cloth.

Will instinctively wanted to stop Xu Yun, but Thomson, using his uninjured hand, held him back:

"Let him go, we just need to stay hidden."

Will opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But ultimately said nothing.