Munitions Empire

Chapter 610: 569 come out quickly

Chapter 610: 569 come out quickly

“Your Majesty!” the Prime Minister of Qi Country, gripping Jiang Xian’s hand, ceaselessly called out on the rocking carriage. Behind them, the sound of guns from the Tang Country Paratroopers had already begun to ring.

“There are a lot of officials here!” a Tang Country Paratrooper observed Jiang Xian’s carriage and also the disorderly crowd following behind it.

Among them were Qi Country’s high-ranking officials, as well as the Princess of Qi Country, and there were also palace maids and attendants... With colorful attire, it was obvious that there were VIPs present.

Since there were VIPs, naturally, they were targets to either be killed or captured. Their forces were limited; they only needed Jiang Xian.

As for the lives of these others, they might as well be dog lives—useless to kill with one bullet, or maybe two.

“Chase them down!” Xiang Ziyu, who had unconsciously charged ahead, held his submachine gun and ran forward, throwing caution to the wind.

Ahead of him was Jiang Xian’s carriage, and if he could catch up, he might capture the King of Qi Country!

While the idea of capturing Jiang Xian alive was running through his head, a bullet flying straight towards him suddenly yanked him back to reality.

The sound of bullets whizzing past his ears made Xiang Ziyu stagger, and he fell forward to the ground.

The bullets that zipped past him also startled the squad leader running beside him; only then did he remember that those around the King were guarded.

The equipment of these Qi Country Guards wasn’t the Shireck Model 1 rifles that required one to pull the bolt after each shot!

These Qi Country Guards were armed with the infamous Shireck Model 1 semiautomatic pistols—also known as box cannons, breechloaders! The renowned Mauser pistol, capable of semiautomatic firing!

Clearly, the Qi Guards, now with no evident disadvantage in terms of firepower, had finally made the Tang Country Paratroopers realize the danger.

Many Tang Country Paratroopers who had been charging forward without any care were now frantically searching for cover—they were all human, how could they not fear death?

“Ratatat!” While dodging, a Tang Army Paratrooper continued to spray bullets. He drew the attention of the Qi Guards, with several of them aiming and firing at him.

Bullets hitting near his feet kicked up a cloud of white smoke. Others whizzed close by, striking the distant courtyard wall behind him, leaving a trail of bullet marks.

But these masters of contouring the human target with at least a dozen bullets, managed not to hit the paratrooper, allowing him to finally find a flowerbed to hide behind and slide to avoid the rest of the attack.

Having tumbled to the ground, Xiang Ziyu had finally managed to fire again. Lying flat on the ground, he used the body of a Qi official as cover and emptied his magazine at the carriage not far away.

Bullets hit the wheels of the carriage, and the splinters that flew up ripped off the mudguard, while a ricochet hit a nearby Guard.

The Guard was hit in the ribs, his breechloader falling from his grasp. Clutching his wound, he looked towards Xiang Ziyu, the one who had injured him.

At that moment, Xiang Ziyu was busy reloading his magazine. His squad leader was right behind him and took the opportunity to fire another round at the unfortunate Qi Guard.

There was no way around it; who could carry hundreds of bullets in their pockets while on duty beside King His Majesty? Everyone was neatly carrying a revolver, and including the bullets hidden in their pockets, they had, at best, thirty or forty rounds in total.

Such a quantity of ammunition was barely enough for a brief engagement. To their deaths, these Guards never imagined they would one day face enemies equipped with submachine guns in a head-on firefight.

The disparity in firepower between semi-automatic pistols and submachine guns was fully demonstrated in this battle: in close-range combat, submachine guns are always stronger than pistols.

“Bang!” A Qi Country Soldier rushed to the side of the carriage, raised his rifle, and took a shot at the distant Tang Country Paratroopers.

A Tang Country Paratrooper fell, shot in the abdomen, losing his combat ability instantly.

But Xiang Ziyu, who had already reached the carriage, immediately fired seven or eight bullets at the Qi Army hiding behind another horse.

Some bullets hit the horse, some hit the Qi Country Soldier, and in the end, both man and horse struggled and fell, while the remaining Qi Country Soldiers recklessly charged forward, seeming determined to recapture the carriage that was of such importance to them.

The Tang Country Paratroopers were not to be outdone, pressing in with their submachine guns. The clear sound of the Chicago Typewriter rung out, and the Qi Soldiers who had charged over instantly fell.

“Listen up, those inside! You’re surrounded! Come out and surrender!” Seeing the carriage was now under his control, the squad leader excitedly shouted to the people inside.

Accompanying his shouts, the few remaining paratroopers had already rushed to the front of the carriage, taking position on either side of the courtyard gate, on guard at the perimeter.

Xiang Ziyu cautiously held his submachine gun at the other side of the carriage, truly worried that the people inside would start firing out without notice.

The carriage already had its share of bullet holes, including ones from Xiang Ziyu and the Tang Country Paratroopers who hadn’t deliberately avoided the carriage. They weren’t special forces trained for hostage rescue and hadn’t undergone such training.

What they drilled every day, ingrained in their muscle memory, was to eliminate all threats, kill all enemies capable of firing, protect their lives as much as possible, and accomplish the core mission after parachuting!

So, to them, capturing King Jiang Xian of Qi alive and killing King Jiang Xian of Qi made no difference at all. Even when it came to being recognized for their achievements, there would be no difference.

“Come out quickly! Or I’ll start shooting!” While shouting, Xiang Ziyu wisely changed positions. He had called out to the enemy during training before and was “shot” through the door by the enemy.

The instructor eventually ruled he had been killed through an obstacle, a lesson he remembered vividly and dared not forget. It was such experiences that made him even more cautious.

“Creak...” Accompanying Xiang Ziyu’s shouting, the carriage door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Two chapters today, updates will continue tomorrow.

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