PFC Chapter 1 Embroidered Uniform Guard
Chapter 1 Embroidered Uniform Guard
Amidst the clanging and banging, Chang Yuan suddenly woke up.
The unfamiliar environment, the shaking, and the cold touch made him afraid to open his eyes.
He strained his ears to listen and tried hard to recall.
How did I end up on the train?
I didn't see the "YES" or "NO" option either!
His memories awakened two sets of memories, which briefly threw him into confusion.
Chang Yuan quickly sorted out the primary and secondary aspects of the two sets of memories and figured out who he was.
It turns out that he wasn't kidnapped by the giant ball of light, but rather traveled to the Ming Dynasty and became a junior officer of the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) under the Henan Provincial Thousand-Household Office of the Eastern Garrison Command, and his name was also Chang Yuan.
He was called an official, but in reality, he didn't have a single soldier under his command.
The original owner was thin and frail, with a handsome and beautiful appearance that rivaled that of a young girl. As a result, even though he was twenty years old, he was often mistaken for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
As for the Ming Dynasty, it was the Ming Dynasty founded by Emperor Hongwu (Zhu Emperor)...
Wait, the Ming Dynasty had trains?
Chang Yuan opened his eyes in shock, looked around at his surroundings, and confirmed that he was indeed in a sealed freight car.
The carriage had no windows and was illuminated only by a gas lamp.
It really is a train ride.
He remembered that this train was produced by the Ming Dynasty's royal factory, powered by the furnace built by the Wanshou Workshop, and its speed was incredibly fast.
He wasn't the only one in the carriage; there were more than twenty Imperial Guards resting with their eyes closed, and many of them were even snoring softly.
The Imperial Guards wore tight-fitting arrow-patterned upper garments, silk knee-covering skirts, eight-lobed iron helmets, and chainmail or dark-patterned half-body armor.
Only the ribbons around the neck could distinguish different official ranks.
For example, junior officers wore red ribbons, senior officers wore green ribbons, and captains did not wear ribbons.
The gas lamps swayed along with the carriage, and the shadows of more than twenty imperial guards swayed rhythmically, accompanied by soft snores, creating a very peaceful atmosphere that made one drowsy.
Waaaaah!
The sudden sound of a train whistle outside the carriage startled the Imperial Guards. They all sat up straight in unison, their armor making a synchronized clattering sound before falling silent again.
The atmosphere inside the carriage instantly shifted from peaceful to tense.
Chang Yuan was shocked by the well-trained Imperial Guards, and also by the fact that his body's reactions were completely synchronized with those of others.
The captain stood up and explained the mission to the three squads of Imperial Guards.
"Now, let's announce the mission objectives."
"Shi Nian Zhuang, Chenliu County, Kaifeng Prefecture, is a manor located in the southwest near the river."
"The garrison commander confirmed that this village is the site of the Blood Spirit Sacrifice of the Blood Spirit Cult."
"Based on the celestial movements calculated by the Imperial Observatory and the fluctuations of spiritual energy measured by the Daoist Records Office, tonight is the most suitable night for the sacrifice of the evil god."
"When cultists offer sacrifices, they communicate with evil gods, becoming helpless targets."
"We can launch a surprise attack during the sacrifice, catching them off guard and completely annihilating the Henan branch of the Blood Spirit Cult."
The two junior officers leading the team responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"
The flag officer solemnly warned, "Everyone, please be aware that the Blood Spirit Cult is very powerful in combat. They can use evil magic to bewitch believers, strengthen themselves, and even mutate animals into evil spirits."
"Everyone must be vigilant and not let negligence cost you or your comrades your lives!"
After the mission briefing was finished, the flag officer began to inspect his subordinates and check their combat readiness.
The two junior officers closest to him were sharp-eyed, well-equipped, and trustworthy.
The officers and captains who were a little further away from him were of varying quality, and some were even distracted.
The captain secretly noted down the names of these people.
If they are killed in the next battle, then there is nothing more to say.
But if they're lucky enough to survive until the mission is complete, we'll increase their training when we get back!
three times!
Suddenly, the captain's eyes lit up when he saw Chang Yuan, a young captain mixed in with the other captains.
The main reason that attracted the attention of the flag officer was the time traveler's composure beyond his years and his calm and serene temperament.
His outstanding appearance combined with his composed demeanor elevates his visual appeal by several levels, making him stand out like a crane among chickens.
The flag officer nodded, then shook his head.
He liked Chang Yuan's appearance and temperament, and appreciated his composure, but he couldn't trust his abilities.
After inspecting all the Imperial Guards, the chief officer began assigning tasks: "Zhang Xiaoqi's team will raid the main gate, Liu Xiaoqi's team will raid the back gate, and the rest of you will be responsible for perimeter security."
"When the whistle sounds again, everyone jump off the train in order. Under the cover of the train, launch a surprise attack. Be sure to destroy the sacrificial altar and kill the cult leader."
All the Imperial Guards stood up and obeyed: "Yes, sir!"
The Imperial Guards spoke loudly, their eyes filled with unwavering determination and confidence in completing their mission.
Their confidence stemmed from their superior equipment: muskets, revolvers, rakes, spears, and the talismans of the Dao Lu Si (a Daoist priest).
Chang Yuan gently stroked the revolver at his waist, feeling the smooth texture of the peach wood handle and the coolness of the metal barrel, and his unease gradually subsided.
He could sense the officer's disdain for him.
But he remained completely unmoved.
Chang Yuan was an ordinary person in his previous life, while the original owner had just inherited the position of junior officer. He had no combat experience and was also thin. It was the right arrangement for him to be in charge of guard duty.
Waaaaah!
The agreed-upon whistle sounded again, and all the Imperial Guards rose and lined up. The chief officer opened the carriage door.
Facing the strong wind rushing into the carriage, the Imperial Guards jumped off in sequence. The sound of the speeding train masked all other noises, making their operation extremely secretive.
Chang Yuan gritted his teeth and jumped off the car. Fortunately, although the original owner was thin, he was very agile and rolled twice on the ground to dissipate the impact.
Shortly after he reached his post, two squads of Imperial Guards responsible for the raid passed by him.
Twenty Imperial Guards marched in formation, like two nimble snakes slithering through the stubble-covered farmland, without making a sound.
This is both a testament to their strong character and strict discipline, and a testament to the miraculous effects of the Taoist talismans.
The two teams of Imperial Guards quickly arrived at the front and back gates of the manor, but did not launch a full-scale assault on the main gate.
The Imperial Guards used explosives to blast open the wall next to the gate, bypassing any potential traps and defenses, and swiftly stormed into the manor.
Chang Yuan was amazed by the skillful movements of the Imperial Guards and the brilliant tactical choices of their commander, but an unexpected incident occurred at that moment.
boom--!
Explosions occurred simultaneously in the front and back yards of the manor, sending orange fireballs soaring into the sky, with swirling human figures faintly visible.
Screams, roars, shouts of battle, and the sound of muskets firing broke the silence of the night.
The flashes of the explosion illuminated a small patch of dark cloud above the manor, and also revealed the dense drizzle.
Even from hundreds of meters away, Chang Yuan could smell the strong, fishy stench.
A term instantly flashed through his mind: shady, monstrous blood!
Evil objects specifically designed to defile talismans!
"Oh no, an ambush!!"
Chang Yuan jumped up in shock, drew his revolver from his waist, and stared intently at the manor engulfed in flames ahead.
Should we charge forward, or wait for orders?
After only a moment's hesitation, Chang Yuan made his decision:
Charge in and fight! Save our comrades!
After Chang Yuan rushed out, five other figures also rushed towards the manor.
When these brave Imperial Guard captains saw Chang Yuan and recognized his flag officer insignia, they all changed course and formed a makeshift combat squad behind him.
No one gave the order; this was an unspoken understanding among the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Chang Yuan keenly noticed that his comrades were following behind him, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
I'm not the only one who's brave.
Chang Yuan calmed down a little, then suddenly noticed the words appearing at the edge of his field of vision.
[Accuracy]: Within 100 meters, it hits the target every time.