Chapter 9 (1/2)

Darkness and cold came at the same time.

Joe opened his mouth, and there was a constant gush of blood.

The torrential rain howled down and made Joe's open eyes ache.

After the black clouds, the thunder made a terrible noise.

In the direction of the old fort, the low roar continued to come. There was the sound of train passing through the sky. The ground was shaking. The fire lights were rising. The white shock wave exploded a large vacuum in the rain curtain.

Near the pink Mermaid, missing shells were falling, dozens of imposing houses collapsed, burned and turned into ruins.

Joe glared, holding the pointed iron bar that pierced his chest. Eyes covered with blood, staring at the man holding the iron bar.

”Highlanders...” It was easy for Joe to spit the word out of his mouth.

He is tall and strong, with a long face and curly hair. He has a light smell of mutton. His skin is dark, but his face is red. This is the typical appearance of highland people.

The four men laughed at the same time. Their smiles were ferocious. One man pulled out a round headed sword and chopped it down at Joe's neck.

”One head, ten gold coins. The head of the Empire's black dog is up 50% ****In the thunder, Joe heard the murmur of a man with a sword.

Joe struggled, and his throat was choked with blood. He wanted to tell the four highland thugs that if they were willing to send him to the church hospital in port TURUN in time, he could give them a thousand ten gold coins, or even more.

The dull sound of horse's hooves was approaching rapidly. On the lamp post of Youhui lane, the gas street lamp was shaken by the strong wind and shed a quiet light. A dark war horse roared, smashed the rain curtain, and rushed out of the dark shadow of the lane to the place where the street lamp was shining.

A mounted policeman with a silver plated high brass police helmet growled in a low voice, and his small cape was blown by the strong wind, and ”Hula” sounded. In his left hand, he held up a double barrelled flint lance, and ”boom” was two.

Throwing down his empty lance, the silver helmeted mounted policeman charged four highland thugs with a saber.

The heavy rain broke the white fog, and the streetlights in Youhui lane were quite bright. The trooper saw Joe lying on the ground covered with blood.

He didn't see Joe's appearance, but in his black police uniform and his outstanding ”burly” figure, only Joe was so tall and plump in the whole police station of port Tulun.

”In the name of imperial law Die The saber tore open the air, split hundreds of huge raindrops along the way, and cut straight at the man holding the sword.

The highland man holding a pointed iron bar bowed his head and rolled, rolling several times in the rain. Two bullets almost scratched his scalp, and Joe even heard the faint sound of the bullets breaking his hair.

It's a pity, after all, it's a failure.

Behind the mounted police with silver helmets, five mounted horses, wearing bronze helmets, followed at a gallop.

The highland man, who was holding a sword and wanted to behead Joe, gave a low roar. His body slipped back, and his left hand held the back of the sword and forced it upward.

The saber of the silver helmeted mounted policeman cleaved on the saber with a crisp sound, and two sharp long knives simultaneously cracked the gap the size of the thumb. The silver helmets rode by the police, and at the same time issued a high pitched cry: ”kill them, treat their companions.”

The man with a knife swung his right hand back heavily, and the silver helmeted mounted policeman nearly broke his arm with a knife cut by the impact of his horse. His body was shaking violently, and before he could stabilize his body, the horse had already hit him.

Joe heard a sharp, sharp bone shattering.

The galloping horse collided head-on, and almost all the bones of the swordsman's upper body were smashed.

At the same time, the five brass helmeted mounted policemen raised their left hands at the same time, each with a double barrel flintlock. The heavy gunfire rang out and ten heavy bullets tore the rain curtain.

Two plateau men standing in the same place had no time to dodge. The lead bullet penetrated their bodies, and blood was constantly gushing from their wounds.

Joe was spitting blood and laughing weakly.

It's saved. It's saved.

The mounted police in port Tulun are one of the two most deterrent forces in the port Tulun police station.

These cavalry policemen are basically veterans who have been demobilized from the army. They have received strict military training and have fought with the enemy on the battlefield. Basically, they have human lives on their hands. All of them are brave and good at fighting. They are really elite police officers. Billy, such as ”elite and fierce general”, is not fit to help them lift their shoes.

A standard squadron of six mounted police is enough to crush several times its own gangsters in a frontal attack.

Joe spat out blood, his fingers trembling, trying to pull out a pill from his pocket.

It's a pill that can save your life.

The man who gave Joe this pill had solemnly told him that as long as his head was not cut off on the spot, as long as his heart was not broken on the spot, it would be enough to keep Joe alive.The shadow was getting thicker and colder. Joe tried his best to take out the pill.

There was a raging roar from the rain.

Holding two poisoned machetes, the man easily beat back the bearded youth. The bloated and huge monster rushed into the Youhui lane without knowing how.

He hissed and growled and waved the machete as hard as he could.

The blood is surging, and the highland man who is hit by the horse flies back, his head flies high. With the sharp sound of the machete, his body was cut into seven or eight sections. With the blood sprayed by the machete, the walls on both sides of the Youhui lane were dyed red.

The highland man, rolling on the ground and avoiding the bullets of the silver helmeted mounted police, hissed and shrieked, ”butcher, my own man!”

The huge monster came running with heavy steps. He stepped on the stomach of the plateau man who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up in time. The plateau man's body suddenly drew out, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

”My own people?” The huge monster growled in a low voice: ”no one of its own! Chubby, chubby

The huge body smashed the rain curtain, lifted the white fog, and ran into the horse of the silver helmeted mounted police. There was a loud dull noise, and the powerful horse gave out a painful neighing. It, together with the silver helmet mounted police on its back, was hit and flew backward at the same time.