C1 uninvited guest

The light thread for 30 years was in 1904, the year of the Wood Dragon.

While the second industrial revolution in the West was raging, the vast land known as the Tibetan Plateau was still in its primitive, closed state.

There were thousands of them, and their numbers stretched as far as the eye could see. The strange thing was, these people were not native Tibetan people, nor were they caravans travelling to and from the post-Tibetan area, they were all westerners with blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin.

Dozens of people were riding tall horses, the leaders of which were holding a banner with the word "Mi" in their hands. All of them wore a uniform, and in their hands they held a rare Western firearm ? an ocean gun. This was an army from the United Kingdom.

Other than the few tens of people in front, the troops behind were all on foot. Whether they were soldiers on horses or on the ground, all of them had their heads held high as they marched proudly on this ancient land.

"Reporting, Major. Three miles ahead is Jiangzi. There are hidden soldiers guarding the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi. Should we set up camp or continue moving forward?" A scout arrived on horseback and reported to the highest ranking leader of the unit.

Of course, they spoke in English.

The leader cast an inquiring gaze at the young man riding a horse behind him. The young man slightly nodded, and revealed a greedy smile on his face. That must be some treasure. Let's go, I'm a bit excited. "

Without waiting for the leader to speak, the scout immediately turned around and headed to the front to meet up with the other scouts.

This experienced scout only wanted to stay away from the young man. He saw the malice in the young man's eyes, and it caused him to shudder. He did not know the origins of the young man, but he did know that his own major, Francis Rongherpeng, and another general, Mai Ketangna, listened to what the young man said.

He often saw a faintly discernible black Qi around the young man's body, that kind of black Qi made him feel a deep fear. He would rather rush to the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi and fight against the hidden soldiers there than touch the young man for even a second.

As the team continued, Major Rong He Peng suddenly exclaimed and turned his head to look at the left side of the desert ? ?

Looking in that direction, he saw a lone wolf running on the desert. In front of the lone wolf was a lone yellow sheep.

The young man also saw Lone Wolf, who was hunting. He stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers in the direction of Lone Wolf. Then, Lone Wolf, who was running at high speed, suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Major Rong He-peng glanced back at the young man and spoke with some dissatisfaction, "The Tibetan said that they would be lucky to see a wolf on their journey. Mr. Sard, why did you ?"

Sard interrupted him before he could finish, "Why is my luck in the hands of an animal?"

With that, he closed his eyes, seeming to be in deep thought, yet also appearing to be resting.

Rong He Peng tactfully turned his head and continued his journey in silence.

Since this young man named Sard had found him, he had done too many unimaginable things. He knew that this young man who was surrounded by black fog often had magical powers that he could not understand.

Sard was unwilling to pay any attention to Rong Hupeng, who did not know any spells. He only wanted to use Rong Huapeng's elite troops to seize the hidden treasures. If he could get some books on secret cultivation, it would be even better.

At the time when Sard met Jung He-peng in British India, Jung He-peng said he had the intention of going to the Tibetan "to explore," and to meet Jong He-peng's elite troops, so Sard decided to go with them, and to show his power in front of Jung He-peng and gain his respect and courtesy. It was just that Mai Ketangna, the second in command of this troop, seemed to be rather disdainful of his methods. He only believed in the guns in his hands.

Sard's interest was piqued by the thought of cultivating in secret. Back in India, he had met a thin and emaciated monk, and the power contained in his thin body had actually frightened Sard. He had asked about the origin of the monk and found out that the monk came from Tibet, Tibet, a place where all people believed in, the former Buddha ?

Very quickly, the army reached a few hundred metres away from Ancient Castle of Jiangzi. Seeing the vast Ancient Castle of Jiangzi in front of them, the greed on Sard's face grew even stronger.

An envoy from the ancient castle came out to negotiate, requesting for the troops of Rong He Peng to leave immediately. He also said that if they didn't leave now, they would be completely annihilated.

"Give up the resistance, open the door and surrender, otherwise you will be completely annihilated." Rong He Peng replied.

Ronghe Peng was the Tibet Tong, so it was naturally not a problem for him to have an exchange with them.

The emissary shook his head and swore in Tibetan. Then, he turned around and returned to the castle. The gate of the castle then closed behind him.

In the next second, he was extremely happy. In front of the British Empire's powerful firearms, he seemed to feel the ancient castle in front of him shivering ?

A gunshot rang out, and the first wave of soldiers behind Rong He Peng attacked the ancient castle.

The stones and torches thrown from the ancient castle were of little use to them, and as for the muskets of the soldiers, there was no need to mention it. When Rong He Peng fought against the soldiers for the first time, he thought that they were holding a weapon similar to the muskets of their British Empire, and told his men not to act rashly, but when he understood that the soldiers were holding guns that could even kill sheep, Rong He Peng laughed. It was like a toddler meeting an adult, although they were human, in terms of speed and strength, there was no comparison at all.

A few rounds of falling stones and crossbows fell from above the ancient fortress. The number of injured British Army s who fell to the ground was less than twenty percent, and the huge wooden door of the ancient fortress could not even hold up much longer under the attacks of the British Army.

Rong He Peng leisurely lit up a cigar and watched his elite soldiers strike down the laggard's equipment. To him, this was a type of enjoyment.

He was only a few dozen meters away from the entrance of the castle. The hidden soldiers in the castle naturally understood the strategy of capturing the thief and first capturing the king. They continuously threw spears, stones, and crossbows at Rong He Peng, but soon discovered that when these weapons reached a meter above his head, they were repelled by an invisible barrier.

The soldiers thought it was a miracle and soon fell into disarray, but RongHu-peng was used to it ? he must have been safe with Sard, remembering that when the bravest soldiers in one of the towns shot a powerful arrow at him, Sard did not even look at it to make a gesture, and it fell to the ground by itself.

The battle continued, the gates to the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi were broken, and the well-equipped British Army began a new round of massacres.

The guards holding onto the long spears in the ancient castle had no way to defend themselves against the spears of the British Army. The screams of the soldiers in hiding continued to ring out.

At this speed, the gigantic Ancient Castle of Jiangzi would definitely not last more than a day. No matter how many hidden weapons he had, it would be useless under the absolute advantage of his weapons ?

Just as Rong He Peng was enjoying the thrill of massacre, he suddenly realized that something was amiss.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the top floor of the ninth floor of the ancient fortress. There stood a Lama wearing a loose monastic robe, looking down at the British Army army that could not be seen from the ground, with eyes filled with pity.

After being glanced at by the Lama, Rong He Peng felt uncomfortable all over. Just as he was about to ask Sard, who was beside him, he heard Sard let out a loud "Retreat!" His horse was kicked by Sard, and together with the horse, he quickly retreated far away from the castle.

While running, Rong He Peng asked, "My men are still in the castle. They've already broken through the castle gates. Why did they retreat?"

"There's an ambush, the monk above isn't simple." Sard said without turning around.

As they were retreating, they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the castle behind them. Rong He Peng turned around to look and saw that a huge iron gate had replaced the original wooden gate of the castle, sealing off the connection between the castle and the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, screams and wails rang out from the ancient castle. However, to Rong He Peng, these sounds were not pleasure, but torture ? ? it was the sound of his subordinates dying in English.

Sard's face was solemn as he quickly retreated. The pressure from the big monk above the castle made him unable to breathe.

It was not until they had retreated five miles from the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi that Sard ordered Rong He Peng to stop and set up camp.

"Sard, what's going on? How could you abandon my first tier?" Rong He Peng said in dissatisfaction.

Sard shook his head, "I was inconsiderate. Major, do not worry, I have underestimated your enemy, after resting for a while, we will kill our way back and destroy Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, and avenge your first group!"

Rong He Peng wanted to say something, but was unable to do so.

Revenge for the first tier ? Sard's meaning was that the more than one hundred men of his first tier had been completely wiped out ?

At this time, inside the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, the hidden soldiers were collecting the British Army's excellent equipment, the master of the ancient fortress was standing side by side with the monk on the ninth floor, looking at the corpse below, the master said, "Master, the enemy is currently camping outside the fortress. What should we do now, should we use this opportunity to chase after them?"

The monk let out a sigh and said: "More than 400 soldiers died in the castle and only 100 people were annihilated. Is this called victory? If we lose, how can we take advantage of the fact that we win? I've said it before, even if we risk our lives to defend this castle based on its geographical advantage, we won't be able to hold on for more than a year. At the most, we'll be able to destroy this castle in ten months. Sigh, the person who went to the Lhasa to hide at the yamen for help has not returned? "

His Master also sighed, "Fudan said that since we do not know the location of the enemy, it is not appropriate to send troops. Furthermore, British exerted pressure on Great Qing Kingdom to prevent the Qing Ting from interfering with the operation of the fort.

The High Monk shook his head: "There is nothing left for Zaar Monastery. My fellow brothers are truly unable to come to support us, and we can only continue using our energy to see if the other party will lose his patience and give up on Ancient Castle of Jiangzi. Moreover, the one who came with British Army this time is the Demon Apostle, that young man is very powerful ?"