I was a god in the 18th century

"Hey, this group of people's target is not the British delegation, but the Qing officials!" Xia Qingdai, who was observing the battlefield from a high vantage point in an invisible state, quickly saw the clues.

Judging from the actions of this group of attackers, they don't look like pirates, but assassins. The difference between the two is that the former is a highway robbery, while the latter is a wait-and-see assassination.

"Yes." Owen had already seen it, but he still nervously took out the double-barreled flintlock pistol on his waist and blocked it in front of Xia Qingdai, fearing that a stray arrow would fly over. "You should leave first."

Although he held the gun in his hand, he was not at ease at all. Even though the pistol in his hand was the latest product of the East India Company and could be considered the most advanced pistol in the world, it did not have the function of rapid continuous firing.

In a multiplayer melee, a pistol alone is useless.

"It's okay, we can't get here." Xia Qingdai stretched her neck to watch the battle, not looking nervous at all.

Owen had to squeeze her position and try not to let her expose too much of her body to the air.

Since the goddess refused to leave, he had to force himself to be more alert.

He knew that even in a semi-invisible state, he could still hurt her. The goddess in her human form was not invulnerable, and he didn't want to see her get hurt in the slightest.

On the deck below, the sound of weapons clashing "ping-ling-pang-clang" could be heard constantly. Because everyone was fighting so vigorously, the ship became very shaken.

Today was the day when Qiao Renjie and Wang Wenxiong, under the orders of Imperial Commissioner Zheng Rui, boarded the ship to receive the list of tribute gifts from Britain, so neither side had prepared any weapons with great lethality.

Faced with the attack of the assassin who suddenly jumped onto the boat from the water, they also responded hastily.

Although it was a pure cold weapon battle, it was also very cruel. The scenes of swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere rushed straight into the retina.

If one's psychological endurance is poor, he or she may vomit on the spot.

The philosophers, painters, cartographers and other people from Britain who had never been to the battlefield on the ship were all in a mess when faced with this sudden bloody scene.

After being stabbed twice innocently in the chaos, the red-haired foreigner finally realized that the other party's target was not him. He hurriedly shouted to his companions to leave the deck and squeeze into the cabin.

"You'd better leave here. Isn't there a saying in your country that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall? Don't stay here and watch the fun, okay?" Owen pulled Xia Qingdai's excited arm with his left hand almost pleadingly, and persuaded with a frown.

Xia Qingdai waved her hands nervously and excitedly, saying, "Little Owen, don't be nervous, it's okay. If they rush to the second floor, I will take you away immediately."

The reason why he was unwilling to leave immediately was that there was a young man among the group of assassins who was particularly eye-catching. Seeing him holding a knife and sweeping through thousands of enemies was like watching a martial arts movie, very interesting.

This is a real martial arts hero! It's rare to see a living one, how can I not take a few more glances?
If he left here now and transformed back into a giant, he wouldn't be able to see what was happening clearly and the excitement would be greatly reduced, so Xia Qingdai didn't leave.

Seeing that Xia Qingdai was eager to cheer for the people below, Owen changed his strategy. He suddenly stretched out his left hand and hugged Xia Qingdai in his arms. A warm air mixed with male hormones immediately hit his face.

"Danger!"

His breath was so close that it sprayed directly on my face.

Xia Qingdai's scalp suddenly felt numb and her emotions began to fluctuate. She suddenly realized that she was so much shorter than Owen!

Taking advantage of Xia Qingdai's limp state, Owen finally dragged her away from the cabin window. He lowered his head and looked down at her. His deep eyes showed a trembling affection. He said gently, "It's too dangerous. I don't want you to be exposed to danger and get hurt."

Xia Qingdai was forced to look up at Owen blankly. She felt that she could not bear this abyss-like captivating gaze. Without saying a word, she turned into dots of light, left his arms, and returned to the modern world.

Owen's arms were suddenly empty, but his heart was full, and a smile appeared unconsciously on the corners of his mouth. At that moment, he had tried his best to make the goddess lose her mind in his arms.

The feedback was good. Her face turned red under his gaze, as bright as a burning cloud. Talking to her from such a close distance, he could even feel the disordered breath on his face.

This was the first time that Xia Qingdai had hugged a boy so intimately. Naturally, her heart was pounding and she couldn't calm down for a while.

She held her face in her hands and muttered to herself in a dreamy voice, "My phenylethylamine must be over the limit...ah! Forget it, forget it, forget it!"

Xia Qingdai patted her head, took a few deep breaths, quickly calmed herself down, and tidied up her slightly messy hair. Only then did she feel her brain returning to her skull.

She lay down in front of the glass tank again and looked down at the battle situation in Lilliput below.

You don't know until you see it, and you'll be shocked when you see it. Fortunately, she is far away now. If she still sees it from the perspective of a villain, it will definitely leave a psychological trauma.

She saw the martial arts young man, who she had been closely watching since he appeared, suddenly fly up and slash with his sword. It seemed that there were many angles that could block his sword, but no one tried to stop it.

"puff!"

Just like a knife cutting a watermelon, a stream of bright red liquid splashed out, and then the young man held the "melon rind" in the air, twisted his waist, lightly touched the railing with his foot, and jumped into the water.

"Retreat!" Along with the sound, the water surface instantly turned bright red, which was shocking.

A headless little man in official uniform seemed to take a step forward, then fell straight to the deck with a thud, bleeding profusely, and died.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The group of aggressive assassins followed the leaving boy and jumped into the water one after another, never to reappear their heads.

"Ahhh!" Faced with the headless corpse, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Wang Wenxiong roared in anger: "Where are the archers? Where are the archers? Shoot! Shoot! Chase them!"

But the people who came on the English ship today didn’t bring any bows and arrows with them, so where could they get arrows to shoot?

As for asking them to jump into the water and chase after him regardless of the consequences, no one would do that.

The fact that the assassins were able to hide in the water for so long and suddenly rushed out of the water when the soldiers were off guard showed that they were a group of thugs who were very good at swimming.

How much salary do we get? It's just enough to make a living. Is it necessary to fight with the poor enemy?

The person whose head was chopped off was just an insignificant minor official, a subordinate of Qiao Renjie. Although there were many other people who were stabbed, none of them were seriously injured.

It was already very clear that the other party was targeting the minor officer whose head had been chopped off, and did not kill the other officers and soldiers.

The individual fighting power of that group of assassins was much stronger than that of most people on the ship. If they really started killing, the result would not be just like this.

(End of this chapter)