Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 569 569 Come out quickly

 “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.

There are high-ranking officials of the State of Qi, as well as princesses of the State of Qi, as well as 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 that he must be killed or arrested. Their troops are limited and all they want is Jiang Xian.

As for other people’s lives, it’s really nothing more than that—killed with one or two useless shots.

 “Follow me!” Xiang Ziyu, who had unknowingly rushed to the front, 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 the face suddenly brought him back to reality.

The sound of bullets flying passed his ears, causing Xiang Ziyu to stumble and his whole body toppled 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.

These Qi guards in front of us are not equipped with the Cyric Type 1 rifles that require you to pull the bolt to prepare for 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 are also 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.

However, these masters of human body painting fired at least a dozen bullets, but they just missed hitting the paratrooper. He finally found a flower bed where he was hiding, and a slide shovel avoided 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 injured 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. As a result, he was scraped by the slowly advancing carriage and staggered. 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 family members and some followers.

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 has 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 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 tremble. 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 to 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 drag the women and officials hanging on the back of the car to use them as human sandbags, but they did not dare to do so, and they had no 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.

This time, 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 the people 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 strength of their guards.

He was still shouting vigorously, but a Tang Army paratrooper behind him had rushed up and shot him in the head.

This Qi guard fell straight down, and the remaining guards had basically used up all the bullets they carried, and became a target for the Tang army to be slaughtered.

 There is no other way, working as a servant for His Majesty the King, who can carry hundreds of bullets in his pocket? Everyone wears a rifle in a decent manner, and counting the bullets hidden in their pockets, they only have thirty or forty rounds.

 With this amount of ammunition, you can barely fight 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 at the sound. A bullet hit him in the abdomen, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness.

But 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, Tang's paratroopers 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 had a disagreement and would just shoot outside without thinking.

 There were actually many bullet holes in the carriage. The paratroopers of the Tang Army, including Xiang Ziyu, did not deliberately avoid the carriage. They are not special police officers who rescue hostages. They 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!

 So, 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.

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