"Your Majesty!" The prime minister of Qi grabbed Jiang Xian's hand and kept calling from the swaying carriage. Behind them, the gunshots of Tang paratroopers had already sounded.
"There are many officials here!" A Tang paratrooper saw Jiang Xian's carriage and the chaotic crowd following Jiang Xian's carriage.
Here are the high officials of Qi State, the princesses of Qi State, and the maids and attendants... The costumes are colorful, and you can tell at a glance that there are important people here.
Since there is a big shot, it is natural to kill or arrest him. Their troops are limited, and all they want is Jiang Xian.
As for other people's lives, they are really nothing more than that - shot to death with one or two useless shots.
"Catch up!" Xiang Ziyu, who had unknowingly rushed forward, held a submachine gun and ran forward desperately.
In front of him is Jiang Xian's carriage. As long as he catches up, he may catch His Majesty the King of Qi!
Just when his mind was filled with the idea of capturing Jiang Xian alive, the bullet flying in front of him suddenly brought him back to reality.
The sound of bullets flying past his ears made Xiang Ziyu stumble, and his whole body fell forward.
The bullets that passed by him also startled the squad leader running beside him. It was only then that he remembered that the king was always surrounded by guards.
The Qi guards in front of us are not equipped with Cyric Type 1 rifles that require you to pull the bolt again before firing the second shot!
These Qi guards are equipped with Cyric Type 1 semi-automatic pistols! They are also the legendary box guns and shell guns! The famous Mauser pistols can fire semi-automatically!
Obviously, the Qi guards, who had no obvious gap in firepower, finally made the Tang paratroopers aware of the danger.
Many paratroopers of the Tang Army who had just charged forward desperately began to look for bunkers in a panic - they were all human beings, how could they not be afraid of death?
"Tu tu tu tu!" While dodging, a Tang Army paratrooper continued to fire. He attracted the attention of the Qi guards, and several of them were aiming at him and firing.
The bullet hit his feet, sending up a cloud of white smoke. Some bullets flew right next to him and hit the courtyard wall far behind him, leaving bullet marks.
However, these masters of human body painting fired at least a dozen bullets, but failed to hit the paratrooper. He finally found a flower bed where he was hiding, and avoided the remaining attacks with a sliding shovel.
At this time, Xiang Ziyu, who had stumbled, finally opened fire again. He lay down on the ground, relying on the body of a Qi official lying on the ground, and emptied his magazine at the carriage not far away.
The bullet hit the wheels of the carriage, and the flying fragments flew off the fenders of the carriage. The ricochet also hit a guard nearby.
The guard was shot in the ribs and dropped the rifle in his hand. He covered his wound and looked at Xiang Ziyu who had wounded him.
At this time, Xiang Ziyu was changing his own magazine. Behind him, his squad leader shot the unlucky Qi guard again.
The Qi State guard was hit in the chest by another bullet. He stretched out his hand to support the carriage of the carriage, but was staggered by the slowly advancing carriage. He lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
After replacing the magazine, Xiang Ziyu opened fire again at the carriage in the distance. This time he did not aim at the carriage, but swept across the group of people following the carriage.
The concubine's maid who was hit by the bullet collapsed all of a sudden, followed by the official's female family members and some of their entourage.
Of course, there are also some men wearing Qi official robes. When they were hit by bullets, they had long lost their former elegance and pride.
The people who were hit screamed and threw themselves on the people in front of them. Blood splashed everywhere in the crowd. Some people ran away with their heads in their hands, while others knelt down and begged for mercy. It was as noisy as a vegetable market.
The entire courtyard is now a Shura field, a Shura field in the true sense, not as harmonious and friendly as two beautiful girls in sailor uniforms holding knives.
Everyone here holds a gun, and if they disagree, they may take out a grenade to solve the problem. Although there are women here, they are basically used as human shields to block the gun or to be massacred.
Xiang Ziyu was unwilling to let go of the approaching carriage, so he got up from the ground again. His squad leader had the same idea, so he took the lead and continued to rush forward.
A paratrooper following them was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground with a shudder. However, he was not killed immediately. The bullet only hit his shoulder.
No one cares about him now. Everyone is red-eyed. The guards of Qi are not afraid of death. They block the carriage and keep firing. At the same time, they are hit by the incoming bullets and fall down one after another.
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Compared with the paratroopers of the Tang Army who were able to find bunkers to escape, the Qi guards were obviously more passive. They had to protect the carriage behind them, so they could only stand in front of the carriage and act as human shields.
If possible, they really wanted to drag the women and officials hanging on the back of the car to use them as human sandbags, but they didn't dare and they didn't have time to do so.
So they quickly became sparse. There were originally dozens of guards guarding the carriage, but now there were only three or five left who barely fought back.
"Kill the horse! Knock the horse off!" Finally realizing that the "engine" of the vehicle should be scrapped first, the squad leader shouted loudly.
Xiang Ziyu did not hesitate, and fired another magazine in the direction of the front of the carriage. More than a dozen bullets hit the tall horse pulling from behind. The horse, which looked to be of high value and noble breed, neighed,
He fell down in the blood mist.
At this moment, the carriage that was not traveling very fast in the courtyard came to a complete stop. At this moment, there were not many Qi ministers left around the carriage.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Most of the people were beaten to death on the road, and some were hiding in other corners of the courtyard. The road was filled with the corpses of the guards, and the coachman was so scared that he abandoned them.
The reins ran towards the gate.
He had just run halfway when he was shot in the back by a guard and fell in front of the gate. There were many Qi soldiers rushing in with rifles, trying to stop the Tang Army paratroopers who were already approaching the carriage.
"Stop them! Take Your Majesty away! Take Your Majesty away!" Among the few remaining guards, a guard covered in blood shouted loudly to the Qi army rushing in.
He knew that now they could not safely protect His Majesty the King from this dangerous place just by relying on the power of their guards.
While he was still shouting vigorously, a Tang Army paratrooper behind him rushed up and shot him in the head.
The Qi guard fell straight down, and the remaining guards had basically used up all the bullets they carried, and became targets for the Tang army to be slaughtered.
There is no other way. Who can carry hundreds of rounds of ammunition in his pocket when working as a servant for His Majesty the King? Everyone is decent and carries a shell gun. Counting the bullets hidden in the pocket, the full load is only thirty or forty rounds.
With this amount of ammunition, they could barely fight for a while. These guards never thought until their death that one day they would be able to fight head-on with enemies equipped with submachine guns.
The firepower gap between semi-automatic pistols and submachine guns was also vividly demonstrated in this battle: in close combat, submachine guns are always more powerful than pistols.
"Bang!" A Qi soldier rushed to the side of the carriage, raised his rifle and fired a shot at the Tang Army paratroopers in the distance.
A Tang Army paratrooper fell down at the sound, and a bullet hit him in the abdomen, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness.cascoot
However, Xiang Ziyu, who had already rushed to the carriage, immediately fired seven or eight bullets at the Qi Jun who was hiding behind another horse.
Some bullets hit the horse, and some bullets hit the Qi soldier. In short, everyone and the horse struggled and fell. The remaining Qi soldiers rushed forward desperately, seeming to take back the car that was against them.
A very important carriage.
Not to be outdone, the Tang paratroopers also approached the carriage with submachine guns. The sound of Chicago typewriters rang out loudly, and all the Qi troops rushing over fell instantly.
"People inside, listen! You have been surrounded! Come out and surrender!" Seeing that the carriage was under his control, the squad leader shouted excitedly to the people inside the carriage.
Following his shout, the remaining paratroopers rushed to the front of the carriage and rushed to both sides of the courtyard gate, guarding the perimeter.
Xiang Ziyu stood vigilantly on the other side of the carriage with a submachine gun in hand. He was really worried that the people inside the carriage had a disagreement and would just shoot outside without thinking.
There were actually many bullet holes in the carriage, and the paratroopers of the Tang Army, including Xiang Ziyu, did not deliberately avoid the carriage. They were not special police officers who rescued hostages, and had not received similar training at all.
What they practice every day and what is imprinted in their muscle memory is to eliminate all threats, kill all enemies who can shoot, save their own lives as much as possible, and complete the core mission after parachuting!
Therefore, for them, there is actually no difference between capturing Qi King Jiang Xian alive and beating Qi King Jiang Xian to death. Even when discussing merit, there is no difference.
"Come out quickly! Or I'll shoot!" While shouting, Xiang Ziyu wisely changed his position. He had shouted to the enemy before in training, and then he was killed by the enemy through the door panel.
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The instructor finally sentenced him to be beaten to death through obstacles, which was still fresh in his memory and he dared not forget it. Because of this experience, he became more cautious.
"Creak..." Along with Xiang Ziyu's shout, the door of the carriage was slowly pushed open from the inside.
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Two updates today and more updates tomorrow.
