In the northeastern part of the Old World, on the coastal railway of the narrow Grand Duchy of Livonia, a special-style train runs on the rails. otbnkotgt Unlike ordinary passenger cars or trucks, this special train only carries three carriages.
The front of the car and the carriage are wrapped in steel armor linked by rivets.
The top of the carriage is also equipped with a twelve-pound bronze cannon, a twelve-barreled organ cannon, and batches of private soldiers armed with the latest flintlock muskets.
Anyone with a little bit of vision can see it.
This is a military train.
And it is the most expensive, most expensive and most powerful armored train.
One of the most terrifying weapons of war in this age of coal and iron.
It is an absolute symbol of identity and status.
It's definitely not something you can get with money.
If you have money, you can even lay tracks with gold and make trains with silver.
Decorate the carriage with diamonds and jewels.
But there is absolutely no way you can get such an armored train covered in iron armor and guarded by a private company.
The loud roar and rumbling black smoke are enough to scare away the most daring brown bears, wild boars or wolves.
It is also enough to scare away other bandits who are up to no good.
Those wild goblins, orcs, kobolds, jackals and other bandits lurking in the wilderness would never dare to touch such an armored army column.
Even powerful ogres, centaur bandits, or semi-official human bandits supported by the surrounding principalities are very measured and will never take advantage of it unless absolutely necessary.
And even a super-large gang that is powerful enough to compete with the regular army will feel timid after seeing the gilded Three Lions logo on the front of the car and the vermilion lobster armor of the private on the roof of the carriage.
They might be capable of robbing an armored train.
But there is absolutely no strength to fight against the rising British Empire.
The red color and the majestic lion are the coat of arms of this powerful, isolated empire.
It has one hundred thousand well-equipped and well-trained troops and hundreds of monster-like fortress battleships, which will easily crush any rude person who dares to offend the empire.
Confidence and the monotonous road conditions made the conductor at the front of the car feel bored.
This round, beer barrel-like dwarf yawned and looked around boredly.
As far as the eye can see, there are stretches of deserted beaches, swamps and reed swamps with no human habitation.
There is desolation everywhere.
This made the dwarf conductor find it very boring.
He thought for a moment and muttered a Dwarvish curse under his breath.
Then he reached for the wine bottle in his waist pocket.
According to the original train regulations, the conductor driving the train should not drink any alcoholic beverages.
But it is still too difficult for the dwarves not to drink.
The dwarf train conductors kept secretly drinking, and no amount of punishment was of any use.
He hesitated for a moment, then opened the cork and poured wine down his throat.
He felt a line of fire extending from his throat to his stomach, and his body swayed involuntarily.
After a while, he said "ah" happily.
He let out a wine burp.
He corked it again and put the bottle back into his pocket.
The dwarf train conductor, who had secretly drank, quickly looked around.
Found no one was paying attention.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around, he was about to tell the other railway workers not to forget to add coal and water to the steam engine, but he saw the barbarian coal shoveler, who was shirtless and exposed the tendons of his upper body, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Just as he was about to curse, he heard him shout: "Ahead."
The dwarf conductor suddenly looked back and saw several pieces of wood lying across the railway line in front.
If this happened, he probably wouldn't have to worry about being caught drinking secretly in the future.
"Grandma", the conductor who was as short as a winter melon rushed to the front, stretched out his big hand covered with a layer of down, grasped the brake lever and pulled back desperately.
Everyone on the train suddenly leaned back under the force.
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"Succeeded" At the same time, on a big tree not far from the train.
A middle-aged man with gray hair wearing a black leather suit excitedly waved his fist.
Then he pulled out a harmonica from his waist.
Silent music, inaudible to human ears, floated through the jungle.
A large number of green-skinned goblins who were poorly dressed or even undressed, and naked and with mixed fur, emerged from the withered grass, bushes, reeds, and the crowns of big trees, rushed out, slid down, and then headed towards the A train rushed past.
"There are so many goblins," the savage coal shoveler's voice changed in fear.
He yelled at the dwarf conductor with trembling fingers, and then he was slapped by the dwarf conductor who was only half his height and made him spin around like a top.
"What's the bullshit goblin to be afraid of?
I'll chop one of them with one axe, and chop him with two axes.
Bring me my axe."
As he said this, he took out the wine bottle openly and drank half of the bottle of spirits.
Into the stomach.
At the same time as the dwarf train conductor and the barbarian coal shoveler were shouting.
A fight had already started on the roof of the car.
This armored train has double-decker carriages.
The car on the lower floor is a normal car body where passengers and soldiers rest.
Just slightly modified.
At this moment, it was attacked, and the steel armor had been lowered from the crystal glass windows on both sides of the carriage, sealing the entire body.
The carriages on the upper floor are set up like a fortress.
The upper level of the carriage is open, and there are two-meter-high wooden shell-clad iron parapets on both sides.
Twelve-pounder infantry guns and twelve-barreled organ guns were placed on both sides of the parapet, two on each of the two carriages.
Behind the parapet, there are three steps more than one meter high.
The musketeers firing their guns stood on the upper floor.
The second level is the second row of reserve soldiers.
Due to the insufficient number of people, the Britons were unable to produce three-stage shooting, but they could use the reciprocating two-stage shooting.
Equipped with long-barreled heavy muskets and wearing lobster-style forged armor, the British soldiers placed the gun racks on both sides of the retaining wall in the gaps between the battlements.
Following the order of the company sergeant, "ready to fire" is a salvo.
At the same time, four twelve-pounders and four organ guns, independent of the company, also opened fire.
The shot used in the twelve-pounder cannon turns into a piece of iron sand like a fan.
Although the organ cannon with the barrels chained together is troublesome to load, the twelve barrels are fired continuously in sequence, which can form a short period of intensive firepower.
Amidst bursts of thunderous gunfire, large swaths of iron sand and lead bullets were directed towards the open ground, where the unobstructed goblins set up.
The wild goblins at the front were shot down to the ground row by row like wheat.
The lead bullets and iron sand that hit their chests, torsos, heads, and limbs burst out dazzling bright red.
Unexpectedly, the goblins were still charging forward.
They stepped on the bodies of their comrades who had been killed and continued to move forward.
He was howling incomprehensibly and meaninglessly, as if he was going crazy.
"What's going on?"
This scene surprised the British soldiers.
According to common sense, a coward like a goblin can scare half to death with just a group of soldiers and a single volley.
This time they also had four twelve-pounders and four organ cannons.
There were hundreds of goblins killed, let alone goblins.
Even the regular armies of ordinary human kingdoms would most likely collapse under such strong firepower.
However, they are still The Briton's warrant officer company commander shook his head, and was about to order a change of ranks, asking the soldiers on the second step to come forward, when he heard a rather magnetic voice coming from his ear: "What are you thinking about?"
The Warrant Officer Captain's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately touched the saber on his waist.
Then, he felt that his arm was out of control, and he unsheathed the saber and cut his throat.
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After waiting for a few seconds and not hearing further instructions from the warrant officer company commander, the British privates immediately turned around when they felt bad.
They saw their commander lying in a pool of blood.
Beside him was a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket, a black cloak, and a black wide-brimmed hat.
He was holding a harmonica in one hand and a saber in the other.
The saber was still dripping with blood.
"The enemy is on the train.
He killed the company commander.
Shoot, shoot."
In the shouts of several company sergeants, the British soldiers raised their muskets in a panic and pointed them at the people around them uncontrollably.
Comrade, pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang" A burst of gunfire woke up the frantic goblins who were about to climb onto the armored train.
They looked around blankly.
Then he discovered the armored train parked in the middle of the railway, and not far behind him, the still twitching body of his companion lying in a pool of blood.
"Run" I don't know which goblin shouted so loudly, and then all the goblins ran away without a trace.
"Hey what's going on" The dwarf conductor felt that all the strange things in the world had happened to him alone.
Goblins dared to rob a military train.
The first volley of musketry and artillery failed to scare them away.
As a result, the sound of musketry stopped, and these bastards came to their senses and ran faster than rabbits.
He stretched out his hand, lifted the edge of the helmet he had just found, and then opened the front cab door.
He climbed down with difficulty on his short legs.
He had just drank and his body was swaying.
In addition, the front of the car was designed according to the size of a human being, so it was natural that he fell when he got off.
"What are you doing?"
The timid barbarian coal shovel asked as he looked at the dwarf conductor about to leave and stuck his head out anxiously and fearfully.
"I'll go to the front and have a look."
The dwarf thought and wanted to see if he could move the broken logs lying across the rails in front of him.
"What about me?"
the barbarian coal shovel asked loudly.
"Why don't you get down?
You go to the back compartment and ask the soldiers to come over and help.
I can't move so much wood alone."
The dwarf conductor's voice became more and more distant.
"Oh."
The barbarian coal shovel subconsciously looked towards the carriage behind him.
At this time, all the soldiers the dwarf conductor wanted him to find were dead.
The middle-aged man in a black leather suit held nothing but a harmonica.
The barbarian coal shoveler shivered without knowing it, and then shouted to the dwarf train conductor: "I'll come down with you."
After saying that, he jumped from the front of the car to the ground, and caught up with the dwarf train in a few steps.
Chang, followed him step by step.
The dwarf conductor turned around and glared at him.
He wasn't angry either, just smirking.
Looking at his virtue, the dwarf train conductor didn't even bother to scold him.
He grunted twice and continued walking forward.
The barbarian coal shoveler followed him step by step, looking around nervously from time to time.
Afraid that the goblins would come back, they would kill him and cut him into pieces to make broth.
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In the empty train, a middle-aged man in black walked forward with a smile.
The locked carriage door opens automatically, opens automatically, opens automatically.
It's like entering a deserted place.
It was only at the door of an exquisite mahogany door that he stopped, stretched out his hand and knocked gently but not hard.
"So, Miss Elisabeth of the Briton Chamber of Commerce is the grand mentor of the Gothic Knights, Gerhard von Marleburg.
I have something to ask the lady about, that is, in the recent period, your Chamber of Commerce's response to Shillong A little bit of trade problems in the Skok region” He waited like this for a while, but didn't hear any sound from the room.
"Then, although it is not rude for a gentleman to break into a lady's room."
As he said this, he stretched out his hand, turned the door handle, and pushed the door open.
"Idiot, idiot, put me down quickly" Outside the train.
The barbarian coal shoveler let go of his hand in embarrassment.
The broken piece of wood he was carrying and the dwarf hanging on the other end of the broken piece of wood suddenly fell to the ground.
Not only did the dwarf conductor fall badly, but he was also hit in the stomach by a piece of wood, causing pain everywhere in his body.
Just now, his efforts to move the broken wood together with the barbarian coal shovelers resulted in this result.
"You bastard, what a bastard!"
The dwarf train conductor got up from the ground and ran and jumped in front of the barbarian coal shoveler.
Jumping to hit him on the head.
However, due to his height, he could only hit the barbarian in the stomach at most.
The barbarian knew that he had done something wrong, so he smiled apologetically, bent down, and let the dwarf train conductor hit him twice, moderately, but he was too thick-skinned to care.
"No, we still have to ask those soldiers for help.
The Chamber of Commerce's salary of twenty shillings a month cannot be taken away by them so easily."
The dwarf train conductor couldn't help but say this.
"Didn't they also beat away the group of goblins?"
the barbarian whispered.
"How can you shoot a gun comfortably on a train if you have the ability to chop with an ax from the front?"
the dwarf train conductor shouted at him.
The middle-aged man in black who opened the door was stunned for a moment.
The coffee is steaming, next to the coffee is chocolate wafer, next to the chocolate wafer is fruit cake, and next to the fruit cake is cream puff.
This makes one unable to help but worry about the cholesterol and blood sugar levels of the room owner.
The middle-aged man in black thought that if he and Miss Elizabeth finished talking about business, he could remind her of this incidentally.
The problem is that she's not here.
Next to the cream puff is a simple crayon drawing of a simple caricature making a face, and next to the stick drawing is the word "Fooled" written in a cute, chubby font.
“Fooled” The middle-aged man in black felt cold sweat on his back.
He closed the door and turned around to run.
At the same time, the dwarf train conductor and the barbarian coal shoveler reached an agreement.
Sure enough, I still have to go to those soldiers for help.
They immediately turned around and looked at their train, only to see it being blown up into the sky with a loud "bang".
""The two men, one tall and one short, both raised their necks and opened their mouths wide.
They don't have to ask for help this time, and they don't even have to start the train.
The screams of the dwarves echoed throughout the sky.
That is, at the same time that the armored train was in trouble, a giant ship was riding the wind and waves on the sea of Polotsk, heading straight towards the United Province of Polotsk.
In the most spacious, bright and luxurious captain's cabin of the battleship, nobles from across the ocean sipped chocolate and tasted slightly high-calorie cream puffs.
When the armored train, together with the unknown attacker, was reduced to ashes, the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a proud smile.
"They don't welcome me, but it doesn't matter.
I never thought I would get any welcome here.
I don't need their welcome, help, or cooperation.
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Because my own strength alone is enough.
I got what I wanted.
Hehehe.
The Second Great Border War in Tartaria was a war in which the army of modern gunpowder weapons slaughtered the troops of medieval cold weapons.
Even if it was won, what was the point?
In this era of rapid technological advancement, such as in the border areas of the human world What is so noteworthy about this desolate, remote, ignorant and backward place?
Everything here is insignificant.
Even if they are all destroyed, it doesn't matter.
And the barbarians here probably have no idea what the world has become.
However, this is where my opportunity lies
.
"
This was followed by a series of smug chuckles.
The giant ship is still twenty days away from Polotsk. 160420oshow7: