I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 461 - 226: A1 High Flash, Can You Give Me One? (8.2K!!!)_2

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Xu Yun’s target was the west side of the garrison, where the battle was most intense, marking the absolute center of the battlefield.

Originally, a number of large cargo crates were placed there, which inherently could block some sneak attacks from crossbow arrows and also hide bodies.

Since the goods were related to financial income, most merchant convoys would arrange for some personnel to keep watch at night with cold weapons.

Therefore, once the battle began.

This area became the most concentrated and most fortified defensive structure.

Xu Yun moved to the periphery of the battlefield under the cover of night, observing the scene once more through the scattered flames.

His target was quickly fixed on a wheelbarrow about ten meters away from him.

At this moment, a young man holding a wooden stick was standing next to the wheelbarrow. The once luxurious clothes were now covered in mud and blood, yet he still vaguely looked like a handsome lad.

Standing opposite him was a soldier with a blood-stained blade, wearing a sinister smile.

The soldier was approaching the young man step by step, as if ready to blurt out a line from a script: "Madam, you don’t want Xiang Tai to be bullied, do you?"

The young man was forced to the handlebars of the wheelbarrow, continuously shouting ’nonono’.

Perhaps the pressure had reached its peak.

The young man suddenly let out a shout, raised the stick high above his head, and swung it forcefully at the soldier.

However, the soldier simply sidestepped slightly and dodged the attack.

At the same time, he grabbed the young man’s hand and drove his knee hard into the opponent’s abdomen.

"Ugh—"

Under the heavy blow to the abdomen.

The young man immediately vomited a large mouthful of mixture, containing blood, gastric acid, and food.

The soldier let out another sinister laugh, raised the blade high over his head, ready to perform a gruesome beheading.

Yet just as he was about to act.

Bang—

The soldier felt a strong impact against his neck, then completely lost consciousness.

Behind him.

Watching the soldier he had knocked out, Xu Yun put down the stone in his hand, looking at the vomiting young man, and asked:

"Hey, are you alright?"

The young man covered his abdomen, gasping for breath several times, struggled to get up, and sat on the ground without any grace:

"This gentleman... Sir, thank you, if it weren’t for you, my... my life would have been over..."

"I promised my... girlfriend that after this... this business deal, I’d go back and marry her..."

Xu Yun:

"...."

Even though the situation was extremely tense, he still wanted to pat the other on the shoulder and say:

Buddy, you deserved this ordeal, didn’t you?

How dare you raise such a flag?

Stand up and eat an axe, then.

When this person could breathe more easily, Xu Yun asked again:

"What’s your name?"

"Gibson Lindsay."

"Gibson·Lindsay?"

Hearing this name, Xu Yun was taken aback again.

No way?

If he remembered correctly, Lindsay’s great-grandfather seemed to be called Gibson Lindsay?

A coincidence and same name?

Or...

The person himself?

Xu Yun quickly calculated the age, that person was born in 1909, which was exactly 59 years ago.

Having a great-grandson at over 80, it seems...

Could match?

Thinking of this.

Xu Yun’s gaze at this person softened significantly.

However, now was not the time for nostalgia; the battle situation was the priority.

He then proactively helped Gibson Lindsay to a safer spot within the wheelbarrow, pointing to the most intense area of the battlefield, and asked:

"Mr. Lindsay, how many people from the merchant convoy are over there?"

Gibson Lindsay wiped the blood froth from the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and said:

"There are about ten to twenty bodyguards, and the adult men in the convoy... like servants and followers, about thirty people."

"As for the elderly without combat capability, there are about seven or eight, all key figures of the convoy."

Xu Yun nodded gently.

Grant’s rank is captain, approximately equivalent to a company commander in future terms.

In the 19th century UK military system, he could command about 150-200 people.

These people split in half when they came here, attacking both the convoy station and the outpost camp.

Each side had about 80-90 people, which almost matched Xu Yun’s previous estimation of the numbers.

Currently, about 30-40 are attacking on the west side, while the convoy’s bodyguards and adult men total around sixty.

Although the English troops have high single-combat quality, their numbers are ultimately slightly less, and the convoy also has goods as cover, no wonder a more distinct defensive structure could form on the west side.

In other words.....

If the English troops in this western area could be eliminated or controlled.

Then the battlefield’s situation could likely experience a reversal in offense and defense!

Then Xu Yun thought of something else and pursued Gibson Lindsay:

"So what about the crossbows, Mr. Lindsay, do you know how many crossbows the English brought?"

Gibson Lindsay thought for a moment and said:

"Not quite sure of the exact number, but there should be about fifteen."

Xu Yun nodded again; this number didn’t exceed his expectations either.

According to the configuration of the 19th-century King’s Dragon Cavalry Guard.

Apart from the flintlock guns and rifles, a combat battalion would also have a 48-person crossbow arrow team.

Grant, as a captain, should be able to command about 20 crossbowmen.

The distribution and slight tilt between the convoy station and the outpost, fifteen should be a number close enough.

At this step.

The current situation and enemy configuration were entirely mapped out.

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