Chapter 31 Night Attack

Guan Jinpan was only briefly shocked, but he did not take this so-called member of the Austrian royal family to heart.

After all, Austria was a name he had never heard of before, and it would not be better than the Dutch. Chenla had defeated the Dutch in the past.

Although it was only a small army of the Dutch, after long-term propaganda, it has turned into a Chenla army that killed tens of thousands of red-haired ghosts. The remaining ones trampled on each other, and countless people fell into the sea. The Western Yi then came up to beg for surrender and accepted it as their subjects. tribute.

In the eyes of Chenla people, the Qing Dynasty, Vietnam, and Siam were the most powerful countries in the world, followed by Britain and France. Apart from the above five countries, Chenla had no rivals in the world.

But for the sake of the gold bars given by the other party, Guan Jinpan still told the truth.

"The Lord of our country, His Majesty Anzan, is not in the country. As for trade between the two countries, as long as you abide by the laws of our country and pay the tax burden, there will be no problem. Your Excellency Ambrosius, if you want to visit our Chenla army, I can Arrangements for you.”

Then Guan Jinpan looked at the foreign monks on the side and said.

"The Lord of the Kingdom of Yue hates Western priests. You should do your own thing. Don't run around on the streets if you have nothing to do. My people will arrange a post for you."

Ambrosius wanted to try again to see if he could see the so-called princess.

However, Ambrosius remembered that Franz reminded him not to act too hastily, so he decided to be patient for a while.

After all, I was nominally here to be a military observer, not to pick up girls.

He was just a little worried about the priests, but these battle brothers were not as manic as imagined. Instead, they bought a batch of local clothes and dressed themselves up as much as possible like the locals.

A missionary named Pacini, told Ambrosius.

"We people are not even afraid of death, so how can we be afraid of waiting. But Grand Duke, you are willing to risk your life and come with us. You are really a noble man."

Ambrosius felt a little ashamed after hearing this. He didn't know how Father Pacini would feel if he knew that he came here just to pick up girls.

They hired more than twenty coolies from the dock to help carry the gifts. When they arrived at the post house, they found that they could barely live here. Although the place was not small, there were only four post boys and a dozen handymen. The officials in charge of the post house had already Just disappeared.

But when their heavy salutes fell to the ground, the eyes of the postmen seemed to light up for a moment, and then they entered the half-dream state again.

At night, everyone was already exhausted from the long journey and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the courtyard wall, a hook lock was thrown up and clasped the edge of the wall. Then a figure climbed over the courtyard wall, and the figure went straight to the door latch behind.

The door bolt was removed, and a dozen masked men in black filed in with sharp swords.

Afterwards, under the command of a leader, they split up and seemed to intend to catch everyone in the post house.

The first man in black kicked open the door on one side, and before he could remember to shout out his lines, he was blown away by a powerful rifle.

In fact, not everyone sleeps.

There was an officer and four people responsible for the night security work the night before and after. Firstly, it was a professional habit. Even on the ship, they did not relax their vigilance. Secondly, the eyes of those people were very strange. Thirdly, their most important responsibility was Protected Archduke Ambrosius.

The black shadow that climbed over the wall was discovered immediately, and then the entire team entered a state of combat readiness.

With the first gunshot, the lights in the room turned on, and then dozens of rifles opened fire one after another. The people in black were defeated by the light and flying bullets.

The battle ended in a very short time, the gunshots stopped, and the screams stopped immediately.

Except for one of the fifteen men in black who barely escaped by lying on the ground, the others were all killed by bullets.

The Satyr monk, whose face was covered with runes, picked up Lucky Man who was lying on the ground and threw him into the house.

The man had not recovered from the battle just now, his body was trembling constantly, and the smell of urine came from his lower body.

The officer on night duty slapped the man in black and knocked out two of his teeth.

"Who are you? Why do you do this?"

The man in black remained silent, and the officer raised his hand again.

"Master Li An sent us here."

"Who is Li An?" the officer continued to ask.

"." The man in black hesitated.

Another slap.

"It's the Vietnamese manager in charge of the dock. He took a fancy to your goods and asked us to pick them up. He also cut off the heads and sent them to Hue to claim credit."

The man in black was named Yun Sheng, and he was just a minor official in Zhenla. Because of the power of the Vietnamese, he helped Mr. Li do such a thing.

If he had known that the lives of his brothers would be at stake, he would never have accepted the job.

The two slaps just now had already killed half of his life, so he simply confessed everything he knew.

asked Father Pacini.

"So kid, who are you?"

Yunsheng knew that the person in front of him was a foreign monk. Compared with the fierce and vicious people around him, this foreign monk seemed much easier to talk to.

He immediately said as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Master Mage, my name is Yun Sheng. I am just a ninth-grade military officer from the Zhenla Kingdom. I beg you to be merciful and let me go."

Father Pacini shook his head.

"Child, the only one who can save you is yourself."

Yun Sheng was confused by what this foreign monk said.

Everyone around him understood Father Paccini's intention, but looked at Yunsheng helplessly or with a sneer.

Yunsheng was half-coerced to join the church, and Father Paccini was very happy and decided to open a bottle of red wine to celebrate.

But soon the officers and soldiers of Zhenla rushed over, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed when they saw the corpses on the ground.

The leading officer looked at his dozens of men and said with courage.

"How can you be so cruel and kill people at will."

Ambrosius had just killed someone for the first time, and he had just recovered. Although his Zhenla language was not very good, he could also hear that the other party was blaming him.

"Didn't you see that those people were armed? Breaking into our residence at night, what do they want to do?"

"You foreigner are so cunning, thinking that there is no evidence after death, so I dare not arrest you? Come on!"

However, behind the officer, the officers and soldiers of Zhenla in uniforms did not dare to step forward to arrest people, but prepared to run away.

After all, these officers and soldiers only had swords and spears in their hands, while the other side had guns in their hands.

At this time, Zhenla was very backward, and it was already very good for a battalion of officers and soldiers to have a few bird guns. Even the Vietnamese have a low rate of bird guns, and their main weapons are still cold weapons.

Moreover, most of these bird guns are crudely made, and the chances of injuring the enemy and self-injury are almost the same.

Father Paccini, who is familiar with the officialdom of Southeast Asia, spoke again.

"You are the official army of Zhenla, right? We are the guests of your Lord Guan Jinpan."

The Zhenla officer immediately took a deep breath and put on a smiling face.

"So you are the guests of Lord Guan Jinpan. We will definitely investigate this matter and give you justice."

Then he ordered his men.

"Take the body away, and the rest of you stand guard for me. If there are any more villains who disturb the rest of the distinguished guests, I will hold you accountable."

Inside the post house.

"Are they also called soldiers?" Ambrose roared.

"Grand Duke Ambrosius, isn't this good? As military observers, we are here to learn advanced tactics and understand the enemy's strength. Isn't it for the purpose of preparing for the establishment of colonies in the future?"

Another officer also agreed. They did not consider economic and political factors. They simply thought that all European powers had colonies, and the Austrian Empire should also have its own colonies.

The surrounding Catholic priests also thought so. After all, preaching in colonies is much easier than preaching in hiding.

Ambrosius sighed and lamented how he met this group of lunatics. They wanted to establish a colony with only a few dozen people.

Ambrosius thought of the little devil in Vienna again and cursed in his heart.

"Where is the princess!"