Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 847 Henry’s Diary
By cutting off their braids and rebelling against Da Qing's actions on the spot, Hu Biao and the others finally regained their morale.

wrong!It should be said that their morale, under the influence of unspeakable thoughts, has now skyrocketed to a terrifying level.

The reason why they reacted so strongly is very simple: since the Duck War, the humiliation that lasted for more than a hundred years was much closer to them than the "Jingkang Shame".

Even in the modern dimension, anyone can see that the rise of flower growers is inevitable.

However, the huge humiliation that Hu Biao and others had endured through literature, film and television works, textbooks, etc. still made them extremely profound.

Every time I think about it, I wish I could sleep with a knife under my pillow, be born a hundred years earlier, and fight to the death with these alien races.

For this reason, after determining that in this mission, I can make some beneficial changes in this century-old history of humiliation.

Everyone in the team, even Shou Zheng Dao Ren, Shadow Cavalry, Han Jiang and the other three, instantly burst out with the greatest enthusiasm.

With such enthusiasm, they did a lot of things.

At the same time, due to the passage of time and the increasingly serious lack of water, their health and condition became worse and worse.

The two combined together form strange scenes.

As for the specific circumstances of these scenes, we can get a glimpse of them from some battlefield diaries written by Henry Cavendish, a prisoner of the Yin Man...

Time: May 5th, damn, it’s another hot sunny day.

Brother Su is on top!Please give me a rainstorm, for which I am willing to give everything.

After thinking and analyzing all day yesterday, I was finally able to figure something out: why George Yilu, the commander-in-chief of the Great Yin Empire's expeditionary force, didn't care about his own life or death at all.

What else could it be? It must have been arranged secretly by my brother, Edward Cavendish.

Although he has made it clear that according to the tradition of the Great Yin Empire, the second son of his family has no intention of interfering with the Duke of Devonshire's inheritance.

He even hid his identity and came to the East as a reporter for The Times.

But this guy who only knew how to have fun and was hated by his father still refused to let him go; he should have reached some agreement or made some promises with George Yilu.

Then, between the friendship of the future Duke of Devonshire and the second son of a family like himself, George Yilu obviously chose the former.

After all, even if I die here, he can easily pass all the responsibilities onto these barbaric young people.

But after I told all this to the Hu Biao leader, for some reason, he didn't kill me, a prisoner who had no value anymore.

Thanks to Brother Su, he doesn’t seem to have abandoned me completely.

alright!That’s all I’ll write today. I need some time to digest the bad mood caused by my analysis.

If by tomorrow I haven't been thirsty and executed.

Then I will write about this in detail, the situation on a fort, because there is so much worth mentioning about unusual Easterners like Hu Biao...

Time: May 5th, I felt like I was going to die soon, because it was still a hot and sunny day without even a breath of wind.

Even in the morning, I was given one-half fluid ounce of dew to slightly moisten my mouth.

In the afternoon, I received about a pound of horse blood from these oriental gentlemen.

But I followed the way of these oriental gentlemen, and after drinking the horse blood in one gulp, it all spurted out within five seconds at most.

Even after covering his mouth tightly, horse blood spurted out from his nostrils.

By now, my body was already quite weak and could no longer bear and digest the hot horse blood.

As for why, after only one day, the title of people like Hu Biao from my mouth has changed from barbaric young people to Eastern gentry.

Not only were they so generous, they also gave me some precious water and horse blood under such circumstances.

But I know some Chinese, can basically understand it, and can barely read and write.

In addition, as long as there were no plans to escape or signs of resistance or attack, Mr. Hu and the others had no intention of killing me or even restricting my movements.

For this reason, I occasionally do activities.

Hearing from their words and seeing with their eyes some pretty amazing things.

For example, they do not admit or allow me to call them Qing people, but they should be Han people, or Tang people. They are not currently subjects of Da Qing, but are like rebels.

I am actually not very familiar with the history of the East.

But I still know that they are two extremely powerful and glorious existences that can be compared to the Holy Roman Empire, and they have an extremely splendid civilization.

The descendants of such great and glorious beings cannot be compared with the barbaric and ignorant young people, and must be given sufficient respect.

It can definitely be called a gentleman from the East.

And since they and the Qingren Empire revealed their identities as rebels yesterday, miraculous changes have occurred in them.

It can be seen that they are in the same severe lack of water as me, extremely thirsty, and are always in danger of dehydration.

But their eyes were so shining, as if they were filled with a light; yes, it was light, similar to the brilliance of faith.

With such an incredible light in their eyes, they seemed to be moving tirelessly.

Out of curiosity, I walked around them, and then I saw and heard some even more incredible things.

Because they are conducting different trainings for some former Daqing Green Camp soldiers.

In this process, I compared the knowledge and abilities they displayed. I, who graduated with honors from King's College London a few years ago, looked like a waste.

For example, those people should be called Mr. Wolf, Mr. Lao Tie, and Mr. Wu respectively.

The three of them were writing and drawing on the ground with branches and talking in their mouths.

It should be to teach a Green Camp soldier who is said to have some blacksmith skills how to make a weapon called a 'wooden handle grenade'.

In what the three of them described, one such thrown explosive.

In an emergency, a thirty-centimeter furnace can be temporarily built to quickly produce an iron shell.

Then pass some gunpowder and wood, as well as some easier-to-find materials.

You can make an explosive that can be thrown dozens of meters away and has a killing radius of at least five meters.

honestly!If Mr. Wu hadn't looked at him with an obvious repulsion on his face, I would have really wanted to listen carefully.

This kind of weapon is better than the 'hand grenade' in the hands of the Gallic grenadiers. How to make some better weapons.

correct!They also taught Green Camp soldiers a gunpowder recipe of 75% saltpeter, 10% sulfur, and 15% charcoal.

This optimal black powder formula is no longer a secret in Europa, but it is still much stronger than the gunpowder used by the Qing Army.

The gentleman called Fatty Huang was holding some charcoal and paper.

He kept his head down all the time, his hands moving quickly, not knowing what he was writing seriously.

At first, I thought that Mr. Huang, the fat man, had the same habit of writing diaries as me. But when I got closer, I realized that I was wrong, and how wrong I was.

Because he is writing a huge book: "The Rise of Great Powers: Grape Buds".

Just after reading the beginning, I had to be impressed by the profound knowledge possessed by Mr. Huang Fatty.

Even with his profound knowledge, there is no problem in being a professor of history at Oxford University.

Because now, he is using various detailed data and context to clearly describe how Grape Bud started to rise from a seemingly insignificant little Guo Jia through the great voyage.

It even reached the feat of almost carving up the entire world with Spain.

There are a lot of details in it, but I, a European, don’t know it, so it makes it interesting to read.

I can completely believe that the emergence of such a masterpiece is more important to the ancient empire in the East than any kind of technology and equipment.

It allows the sleeping Eastern people to open their eyes to see the world and know the secret of how to become strong.

Because in the outline of Mr. Huang Fatty, there are also chapters on the rise of Guo Jia such as Spanish Ya, Helan, Dayin, Gaul, and Degun.Although these have not been written yet, they are just the beginning of a grape bud, which has already proved his extremely erudite knowledge reserve.

Such masterpieces can allow the ignorant people, scholars, and officials in the Eastern Empire to truly open their eyes and see the world clearly.

Knowing what they should work hard and catch up with in the coming time...

In addition to the above gentlemen, I also saw many different things.

Madam Royal Concubine, the fiancée of leader Hu Biao.

Frankly, this is an incredibly beautiful and elegant lady.

If she had not appeared on this damn battlefield, but lived in cities such as London and Paris, I am afraid that Leader Hu Biao would have received many invitations to duels every day.

That was for her crazy gentlemen, hoping to show their bravery in front of her in this way.

Of course!With the strength shown by Hu, the ending of these gentlemen will definitely be very tragic.

However, the most amazing thing about this lady is not her beauty and elegance, but her super ability in business.

Currently she is teaching a Green Camp soldier how to run a hotel and how to build a luxury goods industry.

Although I didn't hear much before being driven away by this charming lady, I believe that as long as the lady is given enough time and opportunity.

Then she will definitely be able to become the Queen of the City of London by her own means.

Mr. Ge and Mr. Yu were teaching some reconnaissance and special operations concepts and techniques to a Green Camp soldier.

Forget about reconnaissance, the name 'Special Operations' is very attractive as soon as you hear it.

Regrettably, I was the only one who tried to get closer, intending to hear what was going on, and preferably learn some relevant knowledge.

The singer waved his arms and expressed his thoughts that he didn't want me to hear, so I could only continue to leave and wander around.

During this process, Mr. Yu coughed quite badly. I hope Brother Su can bless him.

Mr. Yang, who is said to be the deputy leader of these people, is teaching Yu Hong, a former Qing Army officer, some advanced military knowledge.

Mr. Yang also gave me a look like "get away".

After wandering around the small hill, I found that there were busy people everywhere.

To use an Eastern saying: Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together.

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen such as God of Wealth, War Elephant, Warehouse Manager, Old Snake, etc., although they did not teach anything to the Green Camp soldiers today.

It's just that the number of Green Camp soldiers is limited, and there's no time to learn anything from them.

It's not that they don't know how to do it, and they don't have anything good at it.

Just counting the general manager named Yu Hong, there were only 7 people in total, and they couldn't learn at all in a short period of time.

In short, the level they displayed made my arrogance of claiming to be from the Great Yin Empire, a civilized world, seem so ridiculous.

At the same time, I also had a huge suspicion, facing a civilization with an astonishingly rich heritage and fearless and selfless children.

Can the Great Yin Empire, which has become glorious, really conquer them like the third brother...

Time: May 5th, I am really going to die. If the following content is not unexpected, this should be the last content that I, Henry Cavendish, will leave in this world.

I don’t know if Brother Su has completely abandoned me.

Because today is another sunny day with no sign of rain, and the temperature is even one or two degrees higher than yesterday.

Under such high temperature, except for the fact that there is a ball of fire in the mouth and throat.

I also felt dizzy, nauseous, and had a very fast heartbeat. It was obvious that I was severely dehydrated.

Hu and others were in a similar situation, so they took out another war horse and planned to kill it and drink the horse's blood.

Presumably with their generosity and kindness, I can still get some horse blood this time.

But I understand that my body, which is on the verge of collapse, can no longer bear the blood of horses; the god of death is already lingering around me, waiting to take away my soul after my death.

So before I die, I miss Lady Anne very much. She is the woman I love most in my life.

Also, here I am cursing my brother, Richard, a bastard. Even if I will go to hell after my death because of this, I also curse him to be betrayed by the person he trusts most, and eventually die without any honor.

alright!Although I still have a lot to say as I write this, I no longer have enough energy.

No, what are Hu and the others cheering for?What do they mean by "Sanyuanli" and "It will definitely rain".

Never mind it, it seems a miracle is about to happen, maybe I won’t have to die...

******
At around two o'clock in the afternoon on May 5, at Hu Biao's request, Barong took out his war horse and planned to kill and bleed it.

After drinking horse blood and feeling a little better, they will seize the time to continue training Yu Hong and the other seven people.

no way!They don't know how long this mission will last.

However, some details were revealed from the system.

It can be analyzed that this mission should not last long; so it cannot be like other missions, where some smart personnel are selected among the indigenous people and then slowly trained.

We can only provide different training to Yu Hong and the other seven people in the areas where they are better at it.

As for results?It can only be said that it is difficult to describe in one word.

Fortunately, in addition to training, they also used some papyrus found in the shack and charcoal pens made from charcoal to write down the relevant information.

Some Yu Hong and others can be kept for a while.

Some just let them spread out, giving some help that is not worth mentioning to those who are the backbone of the nation.

"Brother, although you can't speak, we have always regarded you as a brother. It's just that the current situation is urgent and there is no other way..."

Once again, Hu Biao spoke solemnly to Barong's horse.

The relevant statements, as well as the expressions and movements, seem to be very skilled.

Damn it!Can you be unskilled? This is the third time Hu Biao has said this. If Balong's horse is killed, then only War Elephant's horse 'White Feather' will be left.

What's even worse is that everyone's morale is still high.

However, no matter how high the morale is and how determined the will is, the effect of drinking horse blood to quench thirst turns out to be worse, and the process becomes more and more difficult.

Just when Hu Biao finished speaking, he covered the horse's eyes with one hand and prepared to give the horse a good time with the other hand.

Suddenly, several gunshots were faintly heard from the northwest of the Sifang Fort.

Suddenly Hu Biao's spirit was lifted. They cut off their braids and rebelled against Da Qing, although they no longer expected the Qing Army to come to support them.

But he really hoped that after being thirsty for them for a few days, the Yin army would think the time had come and launch an attack.

That way, as long as we kill another three or forty people, we can unlock the system space and take out the mineral water inside.

However, he threw away the long knife in his hand, held the fire gun, and limped around in a circle. He also looked around the bottom of the mountain and found that there was no movement at all from the Yin army.

The excitement that had just risen in my heart became extremely low again.

The rest of the team had prepared their firecrackers and were about to fire a few firecrackers each to greet them. Everyone who was about to start drinking gulps of water also let out a long sigh.

Amid the sighs that surrounded his ears, Hu Biao asked smoothly:
"Shizi, aren't you a native of Yangcheng? Look where the gunfire rang out?"

"Let me take a look, oh! That's Sanyuanli." He turned towards the direction where the gunfire came from, took a cross look, and opened his mouth to answer.

But as the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

When a familiar place name like 'Sanyuanli' spread to other people's ears, even after the cross was finished, they also reacted:
Their disease is wrong!Their lives can be saved...

(End of this chapter)