Thousands of sparks

Chapter 134 Dirty
The gunners in the two tanks were obviously a little too nervous.The fastest gunner finished reloading after 24 seconds, while the slower one finished reloading in 36 seconds.

In the garrison at such a rate of firing, the two gunners might then face a six-mile run or a three-day confinement.But in the tank...their tense and out-of-shape movements didn't have a serious impact on the situation.

36 seconds is not enough time for those priests in black to rush to their steam knights and get in.

The two tanks used four cannons to eliminate almost all the steam knights, while the priests with weapons who rushed towards Dusand and others were knocked down by a burst of rifle shots.

Steel core bullets are really ineffective for shooting soft targets. Several priests in black were shot in the body several times, but they were still able to continue to stagger forward.As the priests in black gradually approached Dusand and the armed security line, Dusand could even see the distorted and angry faces of those people.

"For His Majesty the Emperor!" The priests shouted loudly. The "weapons" in their hands were various and varied. Apart from a few pistols and shotguns, the most common were incense burners made of various skulls and short dagger-shaped weapons. "Hallows".

Of course, weapons of this level cannot be a threat to armed security guards.In fact, without the steam knights, these priests are simply vulnerable-they have no protection, no formation, and they don't even run very fast.Armed security guards began massacring the enemy with their rifles before getting within range of pistols and shotguns.

The gunner did not lean out to operate the heavy machine gun on the tank, but the driver did not idle.The two tanks moved forward slowly, and the heavy machine gun operated by the driver also began to fire violently.Almost at the same time as the tank advanced, the third round of firing began.

Three-inch APB rounds are a much less suitable weapon for soft targets than 0.42-inch steel-core AP rounds.Although the gunners should have taken this into consideration, they chose to fire on the ground in front of the black priests instead of shooting directly at the crowd.But the shooting effect was still not very good - the slab fragments that exploded did kill many priests immediately, but limited by the angle of the explosion, the killing range was not too large.

Dusand squinted his eyes and looked ahead, and then shouted through the brass communicator, "Stop firing, go up and run them to death!"

Dusande didn't know if his voice could be sent into the tank by the brass communicator. After shouting several times, he picked up his rifle again, and then aimed at the priests and opened fire.

After one shot, a priest's head exploded and he fell limply to the ground.Du Sande, who had killed for the first time, didn't feel any discomfort at all. He only had a burning flame in his heart.

Anger is the main tone of all his emotions now, and there are occasional changes. He is also hesitating whether to kill all the priests of the church on the spot, or to arrest and execute them publicly.

"As long as the opponent has a weapon in his hand and kneels down and surrenders without raising his hands, he will be regarded as an enemy!" Dusand's hesitation finally led to a "conclusion", "Shoot!"

"Kill!!" The armed security guards pulled the bolt as fast as they could, aimed and fired, and they quickly fired all the bullets in their guns.They didn't even need an order from the old accountant and Dusand, they quickly drew the daggers from their waists.The dagger was locked firmly below the muzzle of the gun—a hand-to-hand combat with such an enemy, these young people who grew up in the industrial area of ​​​​Upper Alby could only wish for it.

Among the people killed in the square, I don't know how many were their relatives and friends.

The two tanks spewed thick smoke and began to drive forward at full speed, but there were still many black-clothed priests bypassing the tanks, rushing to the armed security guards with red eyes staring at them.

There is no nonsense, and there is no shouting before the battle.The armed security guards who maintained their formation immediately collided with the priests in black who rushed towards them.According to the content of the training, they first thrust out the rifle vigorously, then retracted and stabbed again.But the black-clothed priests, who were far more numerous than them, pushed back again and again, as if they were about to break through the line of defense.

The space is so small that there is no place for the armed security guards to "retract and stab".During the melee, the angry armed security guards used everything they could to attack each other.From gun butts to bayonets, from fists and kicks to teeth bites.They use all methods to kill the enemy on the opposite side without hesitation, even without regard to their own safety.

Killing the priest in black in front of him was not only for self-protection and justice, but also for personal revenge.

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"Okay, that's all right." Feuerbach wiped the oily sweat from his forehead, looked at Androni who passed out on the ground, and showed a smug smile on his face.

The bishop, whose black robe was completely soaked in sweat, looked cold. He looked at Androni who had fallen to the ground, and then asked, "Is she still alive?"

"Of course she's still alive." Feuerbach nodded triumphantly and said, "If there is no accident, she should wake up in two quarters of an hour—a speaker of the House of Commons who is still alive can play a role comparable to a dead one. Bigger."

The bishop nodded, "When will your ship arrive?"

"They departed from Olin an hour ago, and they will arrive in an hour. But we have to consider the navy of Neusal—they may intercept our convoy." Feuerbach said, "At this time, this Your Excellency the Speaker who is still alive can play a role."

The cannon sounded again outside the window. Feuerbach glanced casually outside, then shook his head and said, "This kid is really lucky. Your Excellency, I'm afraid none of your steam knights will survive."

"It is our honor to dedicate our lives to the empire and His Majesty the Emperor." Mr. Bishop shook his head, "They have completed their mission, and it is time to return to the embrace of God to sleep peacefully."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bishop, I have to give you a copy of the hostage instructions." Feuerbach turned and led the bishop to the basement downstairs, "There are a total of 82 hostages here, all of whom were captured just today. Yes—their identities are very special, which should buy enough time for the priests of Upper Albin to evacuate before the fleet arrives."

"What about other areas?"

"Oh, then I can only hope that your god is gentle enough." Feuerbach said indifferently, "I hope it can provide enough needles and threads after you die—at least to sew your heads back .”

Such an offensive and indifferent attitude did not anger the bishop, he just walked into the basement and began to check the situation of these hostages.

"These are the friends and relatives of the insignificant members of the New Saal Councilor and the nobles. It took a lot of effort for my people to capture them all." Feuerbach explained behind the bishop, "their The usage is relatively simple. You can kill half of them publicly to show your 'serious attitude'. The remaining half can be used to force the army in Newsail or those paramilitary organizations to retreat. If they don't retreat, then every Pick a few people to kill in a quarter of an hour."

Feuerbach's smile was huge, even though every word he uttered was creepy.

"When killing people, try to choose a relatively long way - but the process must be visible to people." Feuerbach said seriously, "For example, cut off a few pieces of flesh from them every once in a while. Yes. Anyway, there are many doctors in the church, and you must have a way to ensure that these people will not die too quickly."

The bishop was silent for a while and said, "The people sent by Heraclei are unwilling to participate, they have already been executed."

"Everyone? God, you are so loyal." Feuerbach exclaimed in a strange way, "Then you can only figure out a way for yourself. In short, use the cruelest and slowest method to kill these people for early use. cognition. But their own role is not very big, if it doesn’t work, they can all be resolved as soon as possible.”

"But Ms. Androni can't?" The bishop turned to look at Feuerbach, with a colder expression on his face, "You better give me a reason."

"The agency's plan has been finalized. They want Duchamp to be the emperor of this small empire." Feuerbach explained bluntly, "If he wants to rule this small empire, he needs the support of stronger nobles. With only one baron It’s not enough to add the title of the garrison navy commander. But...if you add the marquise, it will be different.”

"So Androni must die?" The bishop sneered, "Dirty business."

"More importantly, His Majesty the Emperor doesn't want a bunch of vengeful country bumpkins to suddenly appear on the streets of Orin." Feuerbach continued with a playful smile, "The Belford family's status in Newsail is difficult. Shaken, if they are allowed to stabilize immediately, there is no guarantee that what happened in Newsail today will not happen in Olin. Therefore, Duchamp must lose his wife and marry the Marchioness."

The bishop nodded after being silent for a while, "The Marchioness will do everything possible to protect Lafayette's son, but Dusande will have to face threats from his father, stepmother and this younger brother who suddenly appeared at home. Belfort The De family is well established in Newsale, but there will still be infighting within them."

"After Dusand killed Duchamp, the Marquise, and the last heir of the Marquis of Lafayette, he had to face these messes. When he finally obtained the highest power, the alliance had been completely eaten by the empire. It's all over. Even the distant Star Sea Federation will be included in the firepower of the empire." The playful smile on Feuerbach's face finally disappeared, replaced by determination and complacency. "With the drag of civil strife, it is impossible for Newsale to come out and get in the way when the empire enjoys the alliance."

"So, when you use this hostage, you must be very cautious." Feuerbach said seriously, "You must know that she is not 'a' hostage."

The bishop's brown pupils shrank suddenly.

"She also has a gift in her belly, so you can start here first." Feuerbach said with dancing, "One hostage can be killed twice, this is a treasure!"

(End of this chapter)