Through a floor of window, Bernie gently knocked on the window glass. Seeing the on-duty officer's gesture, he smiled, declined the other party's invitation, and turned around and left.
"Emerson, what are you looking at? Locomotive?" Leaving by the window of the duty room, Bernie slowly walked to the steps of the station. There, Emerson held a rifle, leaned on the railing, and looked into the distance. Bernie looked over with his brown eyes. The cold black iron locomotive was like a huge steel monster, crawling on the rails, silent and huge, and quietly dormant.
"...Bernie, don't you find it incredible? Such a huge and powerful golem is rarely seen even in the Imperial Division. However, it is driven by water vapor - the kind of water vapor that we open the lid of the pot when boiling water at home - that is, as long as there is enough wood and fuel, even if there is no magic, it can drive this golem that can drag thousands of people to run at high speed..."
Bernie yawned, and a few tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. He was a little disgusted with Emerson's thoughts: "Isn't this what President Li Weixian said in the cultural class yesterday? Why did you repeat it again..."
"No...I just..." Emerson said a little while. He didn't know what to say. He always felt that he had caught something, but he couldn't figure out his thoughts. "Don't you think... what we learned is different from the traditional imperial magic and swordsmanship courses? If you think about it seriously, it's similar to the craftsman's things..."
"Well..." Hearing Emerson's words, Bernie recalled the blacksmith skills his father taught him back then, laughed and patted Emerson hard on the shoulder, "You guy is thinking too much. If you were a person like my father, how could he tell you so much? What kind of steam or something? At most, you can tell you how to do it. As for why you do this, he doesn't care!"
"Okay, don't think about these messy things. I think you're sleepy. There's coffee in the duty room. Do you want to go in and warm it up? Just leave it to me." Jumped off the platform, Bernie smiled at Emerson.
"...I'm in trouble." Emerson smiled. Unlike Bernie's whistle, Emerson's whistle is a whistle. After staying in a place for a long time, his body will inevitably become stiff and the cold air will enter his body.
While walking up the steps, Emerson reached into his coat, took out the pocket watch that he had just issued recently and looked at it. It was already midnight, and it took about an hour to change the whistle.
Recently, due to terrorist attacks, Emerson and other quasi-army officers were mobilized to guard the relatively important facilities in the city, and even the training was stopped. The Nanling Legion was locked outside the city, with faint signs of mutiny. The city lieutenant officers had no leader, and the Bai Crow's nearly selected hundreds of officials was not enough.
Compared to the time in South Dorn County and Red Lin County, Emerson was much more relaxed in his watch, mainly because they have recently applied a lot of the knowledge they have just learned to fight. For example, this time, they used the light and dark whistle model, used the relatively slack whistle to lure and kill possible enemies with the secretly arranged secretly. According to the military Toncarter in the team, this double whistle system has never appeared in other places. The New Model Army was the first unit to invent and apply this kind of whistle system.
Her eyes swept across the inconspicuous corner, and Emerson sighed softly. Although he said that, the sentry he and Bernie were already considered very internal in the station. Unless the enemy emerged from the inside of the station, it would be difficult for the enemy to appear in front of him without causing any movement - at least a strong man below the level of truth is impossible.
Just as Emerson looked down at his watch and walked towards the duty room, he suddenly heard something moving in front of him. He raised his head, but happened to see Les, a servant at the station, pushing open the door and walking in.
Emerson subconsciously put the pocket watch back in his arms and grabbed the rifle in his arms.
This was just his subconscious behavior. However, when he saw Emerson coming towards him, Rice was also stunned, but he soon showed a gentle smile: "Mr. Soldier, is there anything wrong?"
At this time, Emerson's somewhat introverted surname played a role. He had never thought about how to talk to Rice before coming over. In addition, he suddenly collided with each other face to face, Emerson was stunned for a moment.
In addition, he suffered a little cold outside and his nose was a little blocked. Emerson sucked his blocked nose hard, thinking about how to answer in his mind, while lifting the heavy rifle in his arms.
"Well... it seems that he was discovered..." However, just as Emerson was thinking about how to deal with it, the peaceful smile on Rice's face had completely collapsed.
The sword suddenly drawn from behind Les was like a ray of light, slashing the night, caught off guard, Emerson's instinct exercised on the battlefield saved him. At the moment when Les's muscles were tensed, Emerson's body reacted one step faster than his consciousness-
On the back of the footsteps, the rifle on his shoulder subconsciously rolled over to the trajectory of the waving of Rice.
"Clang—"
The sparks bursting in the night were as bright as fireworks. The sharp sword instantly slashed down on the gun of the ** refined rifle. It was a little slow, and the gun head was already slashed down.
The huge force from his right hand avoided the throat-cutting attack. Emerson, who was unstable, fell to the ground. He didn't have time to shout. After killing the rifle, Rice had swung his sword again and slashed Emerson!
"Above the Higher Level..." In just a short moment, Emerson had only time to flash this thought in his mind, and he was already hit by the long sword!
With a scream, blood splattered, Emerson's military coat that was draped on his shoulder was already chopped in half.
As a high-level swordsman, Rice was slightly dissatisfied with the failure to deal with Emerson with two consecutive attacks.
"Like a monkey..." I couldn't help but spit and apply it. Les waved his hand casually, and the soldier who had his head exposed from the corner screamed, and was caught in an arrow on his shoulder and had already fallen to the ground.
"Bernie!" Cold sweat was flowing on his head, Emerson covered the wound on his shoulder and slowly stood up. The military coat thrown out in an instant disturbed the other party's sight. He also escaped the disaster, but all this was not over.
"Bang!" With a sound of "bang!", there was no idea where the gunshots were fired, but the floor exploded, but it was far from Les. The train station in White Rose City was a solid integrated stone structure. Through the stone pillars on the platform, the sentry responsible for sniping was difficult to hit Les who was on guard.
In other words, the position where Rice is is a blind spot for shooting.
The only one who could attack Les was shot by the sleeve arrow flying out of Les's sleeve. Les, who was so close, only needed to take a step forward to kill Emerson on the spot. After a moment of judgment, Emerson pulled out the gun on his waist.
"Oh... Do you want to compete with me who was regarded as a genius swordsman by the commander..." Looking at Emerson's actions, Rice, who was nowhere near as big as Emerson, couldn't help but sneer and did not rush to attack.
Emerson stared at him silently. The opponent's strength was much higher than him. As a soldier of a new model army, he was not very good at one-on-one close combat. The spear stabs in his hand were not as big as those in the dagger, and were far inferior to the long sword in his hands.
The only good news is that the other party is surrounded by his own sentry, and Emerson can already hear the whistle whistle from afar-
wrong!
Why are there gunshots besides the whistle?!
"Tsk, is Captain Dave also exposed?" Obviously, the swordsman in front of him also noticed the movement in the distance and couldn't help but smash his tongue. "Forget it, it's just a few dozen mid-level swordsmen who don't have the strength, so it can't cause much obstacles to the captain and the others..."
"But because of you... all my plans were messed up..." Speaking of this, Rice's words turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Emerson, whose shoulders had been wet with blood gushing out. "It's really a bit reluctant to say that... Unlike Captain Dave and others, I have not revealed my true face. Even if I live in White Rose City for the rest of my life, it should be fine... But you know, Captain Dave and others have my true identity. I don't think I can continue to live such a priority day after I expose my identity to the public security center."
Playing with the sword that was flashing with the cold light in his hand, Les muttered to Emerson softly, as if he was talking to himself. He seemed to be relaxing all over, but Emerson could feel that the other party did not relax his guard. From the change of Les's vision, it can be seen that he was observing the change in the direction of the sentry outside.
Even though he has a magic weapon that can cut and break a whole piece of Sumiki Guard and a steel barrel, in the absence of armor protection, facing the Black Kill rifle with a bullet of nearly twice the speed of sound in the new model army, the body of the high-level swordsman is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.
This is also the real terrifying thing about high-level swordsmen - what they are powerful is not only the body that can afford heavier weapons and armor, the unparalleled nerve reflexes and the battlefield judgment ability cultivated by actual combat, which has more inestimable value.
Yes, determination, will, experience, judgment, as a soldier, the most valuable thing is far from what a simple strength can express.
Emerson gasped, and Rice's waiting was not meaningless, because of blood loss and cold, his consciousness had begun to blur.
However, Rice underestimated him after all, and underestimated his companions.
Yes, determination, will, experience, judgment.
Unlike the thief group, a group of thieves who are scattered.
Their new model army is a whole with discipline.
"What!" Emerson pounced on him in a surprised voice.
The thin blade was like a burnt red soldering iron pierced into butter, easily penetrated through the bulletproof uniform made by alchemy spider silk. A large number of blood bubbles were gushing out of the torn lung leaves, while Emerson's gun stab at Les just pierced into his chest and stuck on his ribs.
"Your family..." Emerson made a move with a desperate attack. Les roared angrily, waved the sword blade horizontally, and easily cut open the ribs, bringing out a blood rainbow on the side of Emerson's body.
But no matter how hard Rice struggled, Emerson's goal had been achieved.
Les' roar was only halfway through, and was destroyed by a sound of Tongche's guns.
In the skull that was blown away, the broken brain was still shaking, but Emerson was already kneeling on the ground.
As he imagined, Carter, who was in charge of sniping, did not blindly move his position to expose his figure. The feints of others attracted Rice's attention. As a sharpshooter class, every soldier, including Emerson, Bernie, and Carter, was an excellent sniper.
He is an excellent cold gunner himself, and Emerson knows very well what his companions need-
Along with Rice's body, Emerson slowly threw himself to the ground, and blood accumulated into a pool of wounds cut from the side of his chest.
In a confused consciousness, Emerson heard Bernie's voice-
"Emerson! Emerson! Bastard! Priest! Go and find the priest in the army..."
This guy, if you have nothing to do... (To be continued.)