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Chapter 915 Notes of the Translator ([-])

Not long ago, Hu Biao and the others had not even dug a single bunker in the soft wheat field.

Amid Lao Hei's early warning, Hu Biao looked up and saw the enemy's traces in front of him.

To be more specific, eleven cavalrymen from the Yinfa Alliance appeared in front of Hu Biao and others from a distance, about a mile and a half away.

After picking up the telescope and looking over, Hu Biao could see that these cavalry should be the legendary Sikh cavalry.

They were wearing the uniforms of the Yin Army. Instead of wearing helmets and hats, they all had turbans wrapped around their heads.

The horses riding on their crotches were all tall Mawari horses. Compared with some Mongolian horses on the grassland that they held beside them and should be regarded as trophies, they were as tall as a head.

The weapons in his hands are not muskets and sabers, but spears decorated with bright tassels.

It looks quite fierce.

In the current endless terrain, the field of vision is fair. When Hu Biao discovered them, they also discovered Hu Biao and others.

Under the order of one of the officers, all but one cavalry remained where they were, guarding their trophies and seven or eight prisoners.

The remaining ten knights did not hesitate much, and took the initiative to attack the opponents who were at least twice their number.

Good guy!This is looking down on someone.

These Sikh cavalry are not arrogant, but have enough confidence.

Because after vaguely seeing the appearance of these people, Jibuha, a grassland man, instinctively wanted to continue running for his life.

As a result, after falling to the ground, he discovered that his legs and hands were tied, and there was no way to escape.

He thought he was dead, but he immediately felt sad and almost cried.

The reason for this is that in the past few days, these Daqing cavalry have not fought against the cavalry of the Yinfa Alliance.

But every time he fought, Daqing didn't get any benefits.

To put it bluntly, I have suffered big losses many times.

The reason, even if Jibuha didn't want to admit it, was that the war horses of these foreign devils ran faster and had better flexibility than their horses.

Tactically, they compared it to their fighting style of waving the swords and guns in their hands and rushing forward in a swarm.

The opponents they encountered, if they were those white-skinned foreign devils, would usually be close to each other, using almost the same horse speed to hit them like rows of walls.

Easily break up the loose formation of these Mongolian warriors.

If they encounter an opponent, they will be replaced by these Sikh cavalry with their heads covered.

Although they also used a loose formation and rushed over like a swarm; but relying on their advantages such as the speed of the horses and the length of the spears in their hands, they were often knocked off their horses in advance.

In short, the Da Qing cavalry faced the cavalry of the Yinfa Company and always suffered losses.

So Jibha didn't think at all that these twenty or so strange monsters would be the opponents of the Sikh cavalry, and he was afraid that they would be picked to death by spears soon.

Then it was his turn, the unlucky guy who couldn't run away.

But if this Jibuha could understand some Chinese, then he would definitely not think so.

Because after trotting all the way, he was about to enter the target within one mile, Hu Biao shouted loudly:
"Listen carefully, Shi Polu, Duan Zheng, and Yuan Hai. You must not fire the heavy machine guns in your hands until you hear my order.

Barong, the same goes for your heartless running.

They are just a few small miscellaneous fish, we cannot let our big killer weapon be exposed in advance, it will be a feast for the Yin Law Alliance~"

Good steel is used on the blade, and everyone in the team naturally understands the above reason.

Therefore, after Hu Biao finished shouting, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at the 'Xuange Camp' battle flag flying behind them.

Although no harsh words came out of his mouth, he almost simultaneously thought of this in his heart:

"What the heck! Since it's been 19 years since the Xuange Camp showed up again, then let's sacrifice the lives of more Yin magic devils to make such an appearance even more stunning and blind them~"

With this idea in mind, when the ten Sikhs rushed to a range of 200 meters, they almost simultaneously pulled the triggers of the fingertip Hanyang-made rifles.

Then he quickly pulled the gun bolt, pushed a new bullet up, and prepared to continue firing.

But when they were about to continue greeting the next target, they found that there was no target at all.

In the previous burst of gunfire, at least a ball of blood exploded on the vital parts of the ten Sikh cavalry, and they were all killed in an instant.

After seeing such a scene, the Sikh cavalryman guarding the trophies and prisoners in the distance suddenly became excited.

In the great panic, they did not even care about the spoils and prisoners; they beat their horses desperately and fled towards the rear.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao immediately cursed:
"What the heck! There's still a bit of excess firepower. I wish I had only allowed a quarter of the people to fire. I hope it won't scare my buddies."

Afterwards, looking at the trenches on the defense line that were still a long way from being completed, as well as more cavalry from the Yin and France coalition forces, I was afraid that the situation was coming soon.

A new series of orders came out of his mouth: "Feng Rui, take a few people to bring over those war horses and prisoners, and let them help dig trenches together.

AT, take someone to chop some wood and come back, which will be used to build a bombproof cave later.

Others work harder. In order to avoid being attacked by the enemy from the front and back, we need to build a circular trench. The amount of work is quite large~"

Under Hu Biao's order, everyone began to act separately.

A maximum of five to six 10 minutes later, that is, around 02:30 in the afternoon, the battle that announced the official return of 'Xuan Ge Camp' after 19 years began.

The specific process can be gleaned from a note written by an interpreter named Elisson in the French army based on his memory afterwards.

What needs to be explained is that in the modern plane.

Many people in the team have even seen this translator's notes about such a war, including the Battle of Dagukou, the Battle of Baliqiao, and the burning of the Old Summer Palace.

Because in the modern dimension, in 11 years.

Zhongxi Book Company also translated and published a book called "Notes of a Translator".

It's just that in this mission world, with the participation of everyone from Xuange Camp, even if this "Translator's Notes" can continue to be published, the content in it will definitely become completely different...

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When I received the news that there was a small but quite capable team still resisting on the battlefield around Bazhuoli.

I, Elisson, am a corporal translator in the French army.

At the end of the Bali Bridge, the French Commander-in-Chief Montauban, General Compnon, and even many officers gathered here.

After opening his eyes wide, he looked at the tattered corpse of a young man.

And after he died, he still used an arm that was separated from his torso to tightly grasp a large apricot-yellow flag with large black characters in his hand.

Let everyone have such great interest and watch everything like this silently.

It was during the battle in the morning. This young man, who was exceptionally strong and tall, stood at the bridge with amazing courage, waving this handsome flag that was said to be the monk king.

Using some methods similar to naval flags, he directed Qingren's army to fight.

During this process, a large number of bullets and artillery shells whizzed past him, but his face never showed any fear, which made us all amazed.

Even the commander-in-chief, His Excellency Montauban, exclaimed:

"Ah, what a brave soldier! I hope he won't be killed. Why doesn't this guy retreat with the others? Don't kill him!"

It is a pity that this young warrior's good luck did not last until the end.Later in the battle, just as several soldiers were about to rush up and catch the young man, a cannonball fell and hit him directly.

The large apricot-yellow flag in his hand was blown up, and his tattered body fell to the ground. He was dead.

Perhaps this brave young man's performance in the morning's battle was too impressive to everyone.

After the battle was over and before lunch started, Monsignor Montauban and others had no interest in interrogating the embarrassed-looking young prisoners.

I am not interested in taking a look at the captured matchlock guns that have lagged behind Europa for several years.

As well as boxes of more backward bows and arrows, some cannons without sights, etc. Instead, with strong interest, they came to see this rare warrior among young people.

Although during this process, Monsignor Montauban and others did not say anything.

However, based on my long-term experience with him and my understanding of this Excellency, I can be sure that he must be thankful for one thing in his heart:
Thanks to Brother Su, there are only a few such young warriors in this vast ancient Eastern country.

There are more people, but they are numb people, as if the war has nothing to do with them, and there are also the "Green Camp" and other troops who will flee if the fighting gets even more intense.

Otherwise, not to mention the coalition forces of Yin and France, even if the entire Europe united, they would never be able to conquer this place.

Of course, I think the same thing as Mr. Montauban.

Because in the battle in the morning, in addition to the young warrior waving the big flag, the cavalry in ancient and gorgeous clothes also had good fighting courage.

Even though I really don't understand why in this era, they still use light cavalry to conduct frontal charges against battle formations composed of cannons and rifles.

Such tactics were gradually eliminated in Europe 200 years ago...

The food for lunch today was said to include some fresh chicken and beef, so I only had a piece of bread for breakfast. I was already hungry and I was looking forward to it.

What is quite ironic is that the logistics department purchased these chickens and beef from the people of Qingren after spending some silver coins on the strong suggestion of Yinren.

The Da Yin Empire, which has always been accustomed to local supplies and no money at all in other colonies, actually insists on such a fair transaction method in Da Qing. It has to be said that it is very strange.

It is said to be the valuable experience gained by the Great Yin Empire in a city called Yangcheng in the south of Daqing 19 years ago.

These Daqing people may not care about their court, but they care about some of their own poultry; once they are angered, there will be terrible consequences.

All right!These so-called gentlemen in the Great Yin Empire are essentially hypocritical guys.

Unfortunately, just when the air was filled with the aroma of red wine-smothered chicken, Burgundy beef stew and other delicacies, a new situation occurred.

A piece of news came from the Yin Army's position not far away.

A strange small army of young men is currently blocking the only way from Tongzhou to the capital, and is currently building trenches in the wheat fields on one side of the road.

Just one rifle volley killed ten members of the Yin Army's 'Fern' Cavalry Regiment.

Brother Su is on top!According to the latest battle statistics, during the entire morning's battle, the Yin Army lost 2 people and suffered 29 casualties.

Our French army lost 3 people and injured 18 people.

As for Daqing's losses, according to preliminary estimates, it should be more than 1200; no matter where it goes, it is a brilliant victory.

But after receiving this latest news, this victory was not so brilliant.

Because in an instant, the number of people killed by the Yin army reached 12, which was four times that of our French army.

Seemingly angered by such a loss, under the order of General Grant, the commander of the Yin Army, the Yin Army cavalry unit, which had just returned from chasing Daqing's broken troops, set off again.

Among them are the local 'Queen's' Cavalry Regiment and three Sikh cavalry including the 'Fern' Cavalry Regiment.

A total of four cavalry regiments, with a strength of almost 780 people, immediately set off towards the location of the small unit.

General Grant, who personally led the team there, gave an angry order, saying that he would kill them all and make them pay a huge price.

It was also under such circumstances that His Excellency Montauban also set off with a cavalry force of more than 100 people.

As his translator, I had to go along without even eating lunch.

But I don't care about this at all; the reason is simple, although we and the Yin Army are currently in a coalition state.

But based on the hatred left over from the Hundred Years' War between the two sides.

There are also battles and competitions between the two sides in many colonies. Every legal person is extremely happy to see these hypocritical and sinister gentlemen embarrassed and embarrassed.

As for my own safety and the outcome of the battle, I don't have any worries.

After a battle in the morning, I had a clear idea of ​​what to do after experiencing the baptism of many wars such as the Napoleonic War and the Crimea.

Nowadays, Europa's army is far ahead of the ancient Daqing in terms of tactics, army organization, weapons and equipment, and personnel professionalism.

So this time I went there just to watch the excitement.

It would be better if the Yin Army casualties another twenty or thirty people before this small unknown force of young people, making these hypocritical gentlemen even more embarrassed.

But soon I realized how arrogant and ignorant my mentality based on chauvinism was.

Because what we encounter next will be some legendary existences...

After riding on horseback for about 256 minutes, we arrived at the strange small group of young men in the Sikh mouth, about 0.7 kilometers away.

After picking up the telescope, I could see a lot of interesting things.

Outside a circle of trenches, there is a simple, tattered flag flying in the wind. Unfortunately, although I can speak Chinese and write well, I really don't understand the words on it.

After all, this Eastern empire has a long history and heritage.

As a newbie, there is really no way to learn these advanced things in a short period of time.

The dressing of these people is indeed quite strange; they all wear an ugly hat on their head, as if they have a military pot on their head.

There was no pigtail-like braid on the back of the head, so I immediately thought they were hairy gangsters in the mouth of a young man.

Frankly speaking, the current war between Daqing and these bandits has made our battle a lot easier.

If they hadn't involved a large amount of Daqing's troops and energy, this decadent empire would have been able to mobilize more troops in the war with us.

Even if their combat effectiveness is worse, it will undoubtedly put more pressure on us.

Just when I was surprised to find that there were three charming ladies in the small army with only a few dozen people on the opposite side, there was a loud noise in my ears.

Looking back, I found that several officers of the Yin Army Cavalry Regiment were vying with their General Grant for an opportunity to lead their troops to attack.

Because in everyone's eyes, they could defeat these strange opponents with a simple charge.

Such an opportunity was finally seized by the major of the 'Fern' Cavalry Regiment on the grounds that ten people in his cavalry regiment were killed at the hands of these people.

Therefore, the lives of these young men must be used to avenge those Sikh men who died in the battle.

Just like that, in a voice that only I could hear, I muttered, "Young people, come on, kill more yin people."

Now, the 'Fern' Cavalry Regiment, which numbered about 180 people, under the leadership of the major, spread out a certain distance from each other and began to move forward slowly.

At such a time, no one knows what kind of blow these poor people will suffer.

Even after many years, all that made me wake up in a nightmare. The pajamas on my body, the pillows and sheets under me were all completely wet with sweat...

(End of this chapter)