"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 the shitty lives of other people, they really are just shitty lives—killed 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 them 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! That is the legendary box gun and shell gun! The famous Mauser pistol 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 shoot. He attracted the attention of the Qi guards, and several of them were aiming and firing at him.
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.
But these masters of human body painting fired at least a dozen bullets, but they just didn't hit the paratrooper. He finally found a flower bed where he was hiding, and used a sliding shovel to avoid the remaining attacks.
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 next to it.
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 reached out 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 fell down immediately, followed by the official's female volume and some of her entourage.
Of course, there are also some men wearing official robes of the State of Qi. 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. 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. It is 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 guns or to be massacred.
Xiang Ziyu was unwilling to let go of the carriage that was approaching Chi Chi, 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 State are not afraid of death. They block the carriage and keep firing. At the same time, they are also hit by the incoming bullets and fall one after another. .
Compared with the Tang Army paratroopers who were able to find bunkers to avoid, 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 pull the women and officials hanging on the back of the car and 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 didn't hesitate and fired another magazine in the direction of the carriage's front. More than a dozen bullets hit the tall horse from behind. The horse, which looked to be valuable at first glance, neighed and fell in the blood mist.
At this moment, the carriage, which was originally traveling at a slow speed in the courtyard, came to a complete stop. There were not many Qi ministers left around the carriage at this moment.
Most of them were beaten to death on the road, and some hid in other corners of the courtyard. The road was filled with the corpses of the guards. The driver was so frightened that he dropped the reins and 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.
No way, who can carry hundreds of rounds of bullets 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 pockets, it is only thirty or forty rounds.
With this amount of ammunition, it can barely be used for a while. These guards never imagined 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 carriage, raised his rifle and fired a shot at the Tang Army paratroopers in the distance.
A Tang Army paratrooper fell down in response. The bullet hit him in the abdomen, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness.
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 paratroopers of Tang State also approached the carriage with submachine guns. The sound of the Chicago typewriter rang loudly, and all the Qi Jun who rushed over fell down 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. He was really worried that the people inside the carriage would disagree with each other and 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 are not special police officers who rescue hostages, and have 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 won't be any difference.
"Come out quickly! Otherwise I will shoot!" While shouting, Xiang Ziyu wisely changed his position. He had shouted to the enemy before during training, and then he was killed by the enemy through the door panel.
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. It was precisely because of this experience that 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.
