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Volume 2/Expedition to the Girls Chapter 127/Horrifying Night at the Station (2)

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    Across the first floor of the window, Bernie gently knocked on the window glass. When he saw the watchman's signal, he smiled, declined the other party's invitation, and turned to leave.  "Emerson, what are you looking at? The locomotive?" Leaving the window of the watch room, Bernie slowly walked to the steps of the station.  There, Emerson held his rifle, leaned on the railing, and looked into the distance. Bernie followed his brown eyes and looked over. The cold black iron locomotive was like a huge steel monster, crawling on the rails.  , silent and huge, dormant quietly.  "Bernie, don't you find it incredible? Such a huge and powerful demon is rarely seen even in the Imperial Ministry. However, it is propelled by water vapor - the same thing we boil water at home.  The kind of water vapor that opens the lid of a pot - that is to say, as long as there is enough wood and fuel, even without using magic, you can drive this kind of demon that can drag thousands of people running at high speed" Bernie called  Yawning, a few tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and he was a little disinterested in Emerson's thoughts: "Isn't this what Li Weixian said in the culture class yesterday? Why are you repeating it again" "NoI  It's just" Emerson was speechless for a moment. He didn't know what to say. He always felt that he had caught something vaguely, but he couldn't figure out his thoughts. "Don't you think what we learned is different from traditional imperial magic and  Isn't the swordsmanship course different? If you think about it seriously, it is similar to what a craftsman teaches" "Hmm" After hearing Emerson's words, Bernie recalled the blacksmith skills that his father taught him and laughed.  , patted Emerson hard on the shoulder, "You kid, you're overthinking. If you were someone like my dad, how could he explain it to you in such detail, about water vapor, etc. He could at most tell you how to do it.  As for why he did this, he doesn't care!" "Well, don't think about all this mess. I think you are sleepy. There is coffee in the duty room. If you want to go in and warm up, just leave it to me.  "Yes." Bernie jumped down from the platform and smiled at Emerson.  "Troublesome." Emerson smiled. Unlike Bernie, who was a traveling whistle, Emerson's sentry was a standing sentry. If he stayed in one place for a long time, his body would inevitably become stiff and the cold air would enter his body.  While walking up the steps, Emerson put his hand into his coat, took out the pocket watch he had just been issued recently, and looked at it. It was already past midnight, and in about an hour, it would be time to change the whistle.  Due to the recent terrorist attacks, Emerson and his fellow officers-in-training were mobilized to guard relatively important facilities in the city. Even training was stopped - the South Ridge Corps was locked up outside the city, and there was a hint of mutiny.  There are signs that the city officials are leaderless, and the establishment of hundreds of officials selected by Bai Yao is simply not enough.  Compared with when they were in South Dorne County and Redwood County, Emerson was much more relaxed this time, mainly because they have recently applied a lot of the knowledge they just learned in combat. For example, this time they used the light and dark sentry mode.  , using the relatively loose open sentry and the secretly arranged secret sentry to trap possible enemies - according to the team's military officer Tongkarte, this kind of double sentry system has never appeared in other places, and the New Model Army is the most  The troops who first invented and applied this sentry system.  His eyes swept over the inconspicuous corner, and Emerson sighed softly. Although it was said that, the sentry post he and Bernie were responsible for was already a very internal place in the station, unless the enemy emerged from inside the station.  Come, otherwise it would be difficult for the enemy to appear in front of him without causing any movement - at least it would be impossible for a strong man below the truth level.  Just as Emerson lowered his head to look at his watch and walked towards the duty room, he suddenly heard something moving in front of him. He raised his head and saw the station attendant Les opening the door and walking in.  Emerson subconsciously put the pocket watch back in his arms and grasped the rifle in his arms.  This was just his subconscious behavior. However, when he saw Emerson walking towards him, Les was also stunned, but he quickly showed a gentle smile: "Mr. Soldier, what's the matter?" At this time, Emerson was a little confused.  But his introverted personality came into play. Before he came here, he didn't even think about how to talk to Les. In addition, Emerson was stunned for a moment by the unexpected face-to-face collision.  In addition, he caught some cold outside and his nose was a little stuffy. Emerson sucked in his blocked nose hard, thinking about how to answer in his mind, and lifted the heavy rifle in his arms.  "Wellit looks like he's been discovered" However, just as Emerson was thinking about how to deal with it, during this brief moment of distraction, the peaceful smile on Rice's face had completely collapsed.  The long sword suddenly drawn from behind Les was like a ray of light, cutting through the night. Unprepared, Emerson was on the battlefield.The instinct he developed saved him. At the moment when Rice's muscles tightened, Emerson's body reacted faster than his consciousness - behind his steps, the rifle on his shoulder subconsciously moved toward Rice.  The waving trajectory was put on the shelf.  ¡°Clang¡ª¡ª¡± The sparks exploding in the night were as bright as fireworks. The sharp sword instantly chopped off the body of the military-grade refined rifle. With only a slight delay, the entire gun head was chopped off.  The huge force from his right hand was able to escape the throat-cutting blow, and Emerson, who was standing unsteadily, fell to the ground. Before he could shout, after slashing the rifle away, Rice had already swung his sword again and struck Emerson down!  "Advanced level and above" In just a short moment, Emerson only had time to flash this thought in his mind before he was struck by the long sword!  There was a scream, blood spattered, and the military coat draped over Emerson's shoulders had been split in half.  As a peak high-level swordsman, Rice was slightly dissatisfied that he failed to defeat Emerson in two consecutive attacks.  "Like a monkey" Rice couldn't help but spit, and waved his hand. The soldier who emerged from the corner screamed, and fell to the ground with an arrow in his shoulder.  "Bernie!" With cold sweat dripping from his head, Emerson covered the wound on his shoulder and slowly stood up. The military coat he threw out in an instant disturbed the opponent's sight, and he escaped from the disaster, but all this  It's not over yet.  "Bang!" There was a sound, and a gunshot went off somewhere, but the floor exploded, but it was far away from Les's position. The train station in White Rose City is a solid one-piece stone structure. Through the stone pillars of the platform, the sentry responsible for sniping  It was difficult to hit Les who was on guard - In other words, Les' position was a blind spot for shooting.  Bernie, the only one who could attack Rice, was hit by a sleeve arrow that flew out of Rice's sleeve. Rice, who was close at hand, only needed to take a step forward to kill Emerson on the spot. After a moment of judgment,  Emerson pulled out the spear from his waist.  "Ohyou actually want to compete with me in swordsmanship, who is hailed as a genius swordsman by the commander" Looking at Emerson's actions, Rice, who was not much older than Emerson, couldn't help but sneered and was not in a hurry.  attack.  Emerson stared at him silently. The opponent's strength was much higher than his. As a soldier of the New Model Army, he was not good at one-on-one close combat. The spear in his hand was not much bigger than a dagger.  Compared with the long sword in the enemy's hand, it is far inferior.  The only good news is that the opponent is surrounded by his own sentries, and Emerson can already hear the whistle of the whistle in the distance¡ª¡ª No!  Why are there gunshots besides whistles?  !  "Tsk, is Captain Dave's side also exposed?" Obviously, the swordsman in front of him also noticed the movement in the distance, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Forget it, it's just dozens of mid-level swordsmen.  The soldiers who have no strength at all can not pose much hindrance to the captain and the others" "But because of youall my plans have been messed up" At this point, Rice changed the topic and narrowed his eyes slightly.  He raised his eyes and stared at Emerson, who had half of his shoulders wet with the gushing blood, "It's really a bit reluctant to say it Unlike Captain Dave and the others, I didn't reveal my true face, even if I  It shouldn't be a problem to live my whole life in White Rose City like this But you know, Captain Dave and the others have my true identity. I don't think I can continue to live like this after exposing my identity to the police station.  This is a priority day." Playing with the sword with cold light in his hand, Rice muttered something to Emerson softly as if talking to himself. He seemed to be relaxed, but Emerson could feel that the other party was not relaxed.  Be alert.  It can be seen from the change in Rice's line of sight that he is observing the changes in the position of the sentry outside.  Even though he possesses a magical weapon that can cut an entire piece of solid wood handguard and stainless steel barrel in two, without the protection of armor, facing the New Model Army's Heigaku rifle with a muzzle velocity of nearly 2 times the speed of sound.  , the body of a high-level swordsman is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.  This is also the truly terrifying thing about high-level swordsmen - what they are powerful is not only their bodies that can afford heavier weapons and armors, but also their unparalleled neural reflexes and battlefield judgment abilities cultivated in actual combat. They have an even harder to estimate ability.  value.  That¡¯s right, determination, will, experience, judgment, the most valuable aspects of being a warrior or a soldier are far beyond what a simple strength chart can express.  Emerson was breathing heavily, and Rice's waiting was not meaningless. His consciousness had begun to blur due to blood loss and cold.  However, Les still underestimated him and his companions after all.    Yes, determination, will, experience, judgment.  It is different from a ragtag group of thieves.  Their New Model Army is a disciplined unit.  "What!" In Rice's surprised voice, Emerson rushed towards him.  The thin sword blade was like a hot iron piercing butter, easily piercing the bulletproof uniform made of alchemical spider silk. A large number of blood bubbles spurted out from the torn lungs, but Emerson's spear stabbed Rice.  It only penetrated his chest shallowly and got stuck in his ribs.  "You!" After Emerson's life-threatening attack, Rice roared angrily and swung his sword sideways. The long sword easily cut open the ribs and brought out a blood rainbow on Emerson's side.  .  ¡°But no matter how hard Rice struggled, Emerson¡¯s goal had been achieved.  Rice¡¯s roar was only half of his cry, and was destroyed by a loud gunshot.  In the skull that was completely blown away, the broken brain was still shaking, but Emerson was already kneeling on the ground.  Just as he imagined, Kalter, who was in charge of sniping, did not blindly move his position to expose his body. The feints of others attracted Les's attention. As a sharpshooter class, including Emerson, Bernie, and Kalter  Every soldier is an excellent sniper.  As an excellent cold-blooded shooter himself, Emerson knew exactly what his companions needed - along with Rice's body, Emerson slowly fell to the ground, and the blood from the wound on his chest accumulated into a pool.  .  In the blur of consciousness, Emerson heard Bernie's voice - "Emerson! Emerson! Bastard! Pastor! Go find the chaplain!" This guy, if nothing happens
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