SWDnovel Chapter 3 The Little Flag is Mighty!
Chapter 3 The Little Flag is Mighty!
Chang Yuan only felt better after his stomach was completely emptied and he could no longer vomit bile.
A middle-aged officer from the Imperial Guard walked over and handed his water bottle to Chang Yuan.
"Junior officer, rinse your mouth, and remember not to swallow it, or you'll vomit."
By this time, the Imperial Guards had already cleaned up the battlefield.
The cult members were all stabbed to death, and their bodies were piled up in the corner of the front yard.
The wounded Imperial Guards bandaged their wounds, while the fallen comrades were neatly laid out in the courtyard.
With their weapons in good working order, the Imperial Guards were ready to continue fighting.
After rinsing his mouth, Chang Yuan asked, "Who's in command now?"
The middle-aged captain looked around and replied, "It's still you."
Chang Yuan: "?"
"Oh, where is your junior officer?"
The middle-aged captain said, "He's dead. Among the surviving comrades, you have the highest military rank, so according to military regulations, you will automatically take over command."
Chang Yuan: "..."
Damn it, my hands are shaking again. I'm really nervous this time.
Fortunately, Chang Yuan noticed that the middle-aged captain in front of him was not questioning his youth and good looks, but rather showing trust in a strong person.
Yeah, I'm really strong!
What is "precision"?
It's a cheat code!
The standard cheat code for time travelers!
I have cheat codes!
The word "precision" wasn't anything special in the era of cold weapons, since not everyone could draw a strong bow.
However, in an era of firepower where even revolvers existed, it definitely deserves to be classified as a top-tier term.
Chang Yuan's hands stopped shaking.
He took a deep breath and commanded, "In that case, gather all the brothers who can fight."
"Follow me to sweep through this estate and rescue our comrades who raided the back gate!"
The middle-aged captain tapped his left chest with his right hand: "Yes, sir!"
"gather!"
Chang Yuan poured out his saliva again and spat it hard onto the ground.
It's safer to attack from inside the village than to circle around from outside the walls. After all, no matter how crazy the cultists are, they can't set traps in their own living space.
When the officers of the Embroidered Uniform Guard assembled, Chang Yuan merely glanced at them before issuing the order:
"Charge with me!"
Then he turned and rushed into the depths of the manor.
Leading the way!
Although he wasn't wearing heavy armor and he was still nervous, all the Imperial Guards were watching him, so he had to hold on.
This was ingrained in the original owner's bones—the responsibility of a junior officer in the Embroidered Uniform Guard!
At the same time, it was also Chang Yuan's own decision.
Moreover, the battle he just fought taught him that cultists aren't that powerful; even if they're crazy, they're still made of flesh and blood.
The evil god's magic is not invincible; one shot will leave a bloody hole and kill!
Seeing Chang Yuan lead the charge, the Imperial Guards gripped their weapons and quickly followed.
The manor was filled with fanatical cultists shouting "Blood Spirit, bless me!"
Cult members with weapons will rush out and slash with knives.
The unarmed cult members rushed up and bit them.
Some madmen even set themselves on fire, like human torches rushing towards the Imperial Guards.
The cultists' actions thoroughly enraged the Imperial Guards, who became even more ruthless and showed no mercy.
Chang Yuan was also enraged, but the weight of responsibility weighed on him. For the sake of his brothers in the Imperial Guards behind him, he had no choice but to remain calm and command the battle.
The frantic and intense battle unleashed Chang Yuan's potential.
The original owner received training from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the massive amount of information received in his previous life was quickly integrated.
No matter what unexpected attacks the cultists launched, Chang Yuan could instantly come up with effective countermeasures, commanding the Imperial Guards to skillfully defuse the attacks and launch fierce counterattacks.
The incredible command completely shocked the Imperial Guard officers, who admired Chang Yuan even more and were more determined to carry out his orders.
Their amazing command and coordination, absolute obedience, and the fighting power they unleashed were terrifying.
With a bit of luck, the Imperial Guards successfully stormed the manor and reached the back gate without suffering a single casualty.
It's an absolute miracle!
The Imperial Guard captains couldn't help but cheer, "Young officer, you are truly awe-inspiring!"
But Chang Yuan's face showed no joy. He saw the Imperial Guard brothers who had raided the back gate being besieged by cultists.
The cult's main force was concentrated at the back door, and in addition to people, there were more than a dozen weasels disguised as evil spirits who cooperated in the sneak attack.
The evil spirits were small in size, but moved so fast that they were impossible to see, like streaks of yellow lightning flashing by.
The evil spirit's slender fangs and claws cannot penetrate cotton clothing, but it targets vulnerable areas such as the eyes, wrists, and neck.
Some of the Imperial Guards were blinded as a result, and were dragged out of the ranks by cultists with hooks and died in battle.
More Imperial Guards were bitten by evil spirits, their bodies were corrupted by evil power, their movements became sluggish, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
The flag officer stood at the front of the Imperial Guard's defensive formation, wielding the imperial-bestowed Embroidered Spring Blade as a ball of light to deflect the enemy's attacks.
The flag officer performed bravely, but his heart was filled with despair.
The group was first scattered by gunpowder, then the talismans were tainted by the blood of evil dogs, and then they were besieged by cultists and evil spirits, as well as repeatedly attacked by a monster with bluish-black skin.
The monster's skin was as hard as iron, even more so than fish scales.
The Miao sword could only leave shallow white marks when it was used to cut, and it could even penetrate the fire cap gun and revolver.
Despite the attacks from the Imperial Guards, the monster forced its way in, grabbed the junior officer in charge, and bit off his neck.
If the flag officer hadn't severed the monster's left hand with the imperial-bestowed embroidered spring knife, the Embroidered Uniform Guard would have failed long ago.
Now, the wounded monster has returned.
Its severed left hand was fitted with a hook, while its right hand was still gripping a large iron hammer.
The hammerhead was bigger than a human head, and when swung in a circle, it could smash everything. The Imperial Guards, who were forming a defensive formation, had no way to resist it.
With victory seemingly within reach, the cult's leader has appeared.
The leader also brought the Blood Spirit Altar.
Fresh flesh and blood are thrown up as a sacrifice to the Blood Spirit Evil God in exchange for bloody and eerie power. This power is used to enhance the cultists' defenses against evil magic and also to transform more weasels into malevolent spirits.
He sensed the despair in the Imperial Guards and laughed triumphantly: "Die! Die, all of you! You thought we were coming for a surprise attack, but you are actually the supreme sacrifice to be offered tonight!"
Just when all hope seemed lost, Chang Yuan arrived.
He raised his hand and fired a shot.
boom!
The bullet struck the monster precisely as it turned to look back, embedding itself deeply between its eyebrows.
The monster touched its brow, found it couldn't pry it off, and roared angrily.
"Die—!"
It immediately abandoned its attack on the main flag and turned to rush towards Changyuan.
Chang Yuan's eyes were like torches, and the "precision" keyword allowed him to lock onto the monster's forehead, firing his revolver in quick succession.
boom! boom! boom!
Each bullet fired precisely hit the bullet butt lodged between the monster's eyebrows, exploding into a dazzling spark and pushing the bullet slightly into its brain.
The monster was stunned when the first shot hit.
When the second shot hit, the monster felt pain and panic, and tried to avoid being hit by shaking its head.
By the third hit, the pain was excruciating; the monster's blood seeped from the wound, and the fear of death loomed over him.
The monster threw away the iron hammer in its hand, and used its right hand to cover the bleeding wound on its forehead.
Chang Yuan tilted his head slightly, a wicked smile on his lips, and lowered the muzzle of his gun.
boom!
Deadly Chicken Shot!