I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 453 - 224 Sudden Change! (Thanks to Boss Meng Zesheng for rewarding the Alliance Leader!!!)_3

But now, with the Man Qing still in power, he completely abandoned any thought of intervening.

After all...

It was a thoroughly decayed alien race dynasty.

If it doesn’t fall, the sparks cannot ignite into flames.

Although he didn’t know why, in recent years, there have been more and more web novels with a Qing dynasty setting where there is no rebellion.

But as far as Xu Yun was concerned, he had no impulse to help that country at all.

Moreover, 1840 was a standard modern historical year, and reckless intervention could easily trigger the punishment of historical nihilism.

So.....

The country in the East should just be left to develop as usual.

As the saying goes.

No destruction, no construction.

Regardless of how strong the sea breeze from the west blows, it will never blow away the Sun.

Therefore, what he should ponder now is not the East, but how to stay by Thomson’s side.

Thinking of this.

Xu Yun couldn’t help but touch the inner pocket of his chest, wondering if he really had to use that trump card?

A bit reluctant...

......

The pulling power of the Shire Horse was as high as five tons, so even though the mountain road was winding, the carriage continued at a very steady pace.

Third hour of entering the mountain with the carriage.

The first side peak passed.

Seventh hour.

The second side peak passed.

Finally, around three-thirty in the afternoon.

The carriage smoothly passed through Whitecome Mountain.

Afterwards, Thomson and his party rested for a night in a secluded spot at the foot of the mountain, without any disturbances from snakes, grizzly bears, Nie Xiaoqian, or vampires.

Early the next morning.

After washing up, the group set out again.

The weather today continued the overcast of yesterday, even more oppressive, as if a sated ear was advancing towards you.

Just as the carriage had been traveling for half a day, some noises suddenly appeared next to the official road.

Swish—

Several Scottish soldiers suddenly emerged from the roadside woods, looking as if possessed by the Viet Cong.

These soldiers held flintlock guns, wore black leather knee-high boots, white inner clothes, and red outer garments.

These were very typical British uniforms; historically, this stage of the British Army was called the Red Army.

As a part of the United Kingdom’s government, Scotland’s army at this time also continued England’s style in clothing, with merely slight differences in the hats.

As for the famous Scottish kilt, it was still at this time cavalry attire, and wouldn’t become general army attire until World War II—except for bagpipers and drummers.

Of course.

In a few years, during the Boer War, the British suffered great losses due to the red clothing:

In that war, the British Army, with a 5:1 troop advantage, ended up being very conspicuous in the jungle and suffered repeated ambushes by the Boer fighters, who had no uniforms.

The British summarized their experiences and subsequently abandoned the red uniform they had worn for nearly 200 years, changing to khaki jackets and trousers instead.

Incidentally.

Churchill was once captured in this war while working as a war correspondent, but later succeeded in a prison break himself...

Returning to the present scene.

The Scottish soldiers stopping the carriage numbered seven, and soon, a middle-aged officer, seemingly in charge, approached the carriage:

"Border check, gentlemen, where have you come from?"

Thomson poked his head out of the carriage and said:

"Sir, we are from Edinburgh."

"Where are you going?"

"Stanford Bridge."

"Which route are you taking?"

"Saint Flower Avenue."

"Stanford Bridge, that’s in London?"

The middle-aged officer was slightly taken aback; he thought Thomson was a businessman going to Dumfries Town.

Going to a central location versus entering England’s territory are two different concepts.

Knowing now that they intended to go to London, his expression became much more solemn, and he saluted again:

"Carriage crossing borders... Sir, do you have the necessary cross-border documents?"

Thomson nodded, took out a roll of parchment, and handed it over.

Before driving licenses and passports, Europe’s identity management was actually quite loose.

For a long time, the church was responsible for coordinating identities, which is why there were so many family crests.

The parchment in Thomson’s hand was a commercial pass issued by the parliament, with a crisp seal, which the officer quickly returned to Thomson:

"The documents are in order."

He then looked towards Xu Yun on the driver’s seat, his gaze resting on his black hair for a few seconds, muttering:

"What, another Eastern person....."

The officer’s voice was very low, and Thomson couldn’t help but blink, asking:

"Sorry, officer, what did you just say? I didn’t quite catch that....."

The officer shook his head, indicating it was nothing important, and then added:

"Mr. Thomson, please accompany us to the checkpoint, where you can get clearance stamps to proceed on the official road."

Thomson nodded understandingly:

"No problem. By the way, officer, I don’t know your name yet..."

The officer did not turn back and leisurely left a name in the air:

"Francis Mason Sadao."

Sadaoyi?

Hearing this surname, Xu Yun’s eyes shifted slightly.

This surname is rare; if he wasn’t mistaken...

It seemed he had heard it somewhere before?

Unfortunately, Xu Yun wasn’t very familiar with European history, and after pondering for a while, he still couldn’t think of the corresponding figure, so he left it at that.

Then, led by Sadaoyi, the group soon arrived at a garrison resembling a military camp.

This camp was backed against the foot of the mountain, surrounded by obstacles similar to chevaux de frise.

At the entrance were two towers, and inside there were mainly tents and lofts, with many soldiers on duty visible in the distance.