Munitions Empire

Chapter 604: 563 Xiang Ziyu

“What the hell is going on? There shouldn’t be any Qi soldiers nearby!” Pondering this question, the Tang Country paratrooper raised his weapon and began firing.

The Qi soldier opposite didn’t react in time; still pointing in the direction of the Tang Army, he was hit in the chest by bullets sweeping towards him.

The Qi soldier screamed as he fell, and even as he dropped, he was still pointing towards the position of the Tang Country paratrooper.

Many of the surrounding Qi soldiers realized the danger at that moment; they all looked towards the Tang paratroopers nearby, one after another, raising their weapons.

“Bang!” A Qi soldier, in his panic, fired a shot, but it missed the Tang paratrooper.

In his panic, the Qi soldier began pulling on his rifle’s bolt, but the Tang paratrooper certainly wouldn’t give him a chance to shoot again.

“Tatatata!” The Tang paratrooper pulled the trigger, firing bullets at the Qi man who had shot at him, watching as flowers of blood blossomed on the soldier’s body.

Inside the sandbag fortification, seven or eight Qi soldiers had discovered the threat beside them. The machine gunner had stopped firing into the sky and instead aimed the muzzle of his gun at the enemy to his side.

The paratrooper, with blood in his eyes, certainly wasn’t going to give these men a chance to kill him in turn. He advanced while firing, recklessly moving closer to the enemy.

Seeing the enemy charging towards them like a god of death, the Qi soldiers panicked. Some wanted to run, while others pulled repeatedly with trembling hands at the bolts of their Shireck rifles.

At such a distance, the bolt-action rifles clearly weren’t as useful as submachine guns. Before they could aim at the paratrooper, he had already reached the edge of the sandbag fortifications.

He fired wildly, bringing down all the enemies before him, until there were no more bullets left in his chamber, then he stopped.

By then, the only ones left standing in the fortification were the assistant gunner of a Qi machine gun position, awkwardly standing on the other side of the gun, dumbfoundedly looking at the Tang paratrooper with an empty gun.

Both men paused for a moment, then suddenly, the next second, they both reacted. The Qi soldier immediately reached for the bayonet at his waist, while the paratrooper reached for the pistol at his.

The Qi soldier with a bayonet shouted as he charged past the machine gun, while the Tang soldier drew his pistol and aimed its dark muzzle at the target, pulling the trigger.

“Bang!” A single, crisp shot rang out, and the Qi soldier screamed as he fell to the ground. He seemed to try to struggle to his feet, but the paratrooper didn’t give him another chance.

Whether to vent or to make sure the other man was dead, he shot twice more, splattering blood from the body on the ground.

Then, he rolled into the trench and, stepping on the blood of corpses, slipped and fell inside the fortification, his face nearly planting onto a dead man’s face.

At that moment, another Qi soldier rushed into the circular fortification, panicking and shouting, “Why has the firing stopped? Why…”

He cut off halfway when he saw the bodies all over the place and then he saw the Tang paratrooper struggling to stand.

Almost instinctively, he raised his rifle, but the Tang paratrooper was clearly faster.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” The paratrooper fired four shots at the newly arrived Qi soldier, emptying his magazine in one breath.

The other man was riddled with bullets, his body falling backward. Finally having a chance to breathe, the paratrooper began to reload before the other man had completely fallen.

He threw away his M1911 pistol and removed the empty magazine from his submachine gun, tossing it aside as well. He then pulled a new magazine from his chest and inserted it into the gun, pulled the bolt, and re-chambered a round.

After getting his submachine gun ready for battle again, the paratrooper picked up his pistol from the ground and replaced its magazine as well.

He then slipped the pistol back into the holster at his waist and picked up the empty magazines from the ground to stuff them into the pocket on the side of his clothing.

Once he had taken care of everything, he leaned against the cover to observe the situation around him.

The battlefield was still chaotic, and not far from where he was, another Qi machine gun position was continuously firing into the sky.

There shouldn’t be so many machine gun positions here! According to their plan, they were supposed to be air-dropped into an open area with fewer enemy forces and then regroup comfortably before commencing combat.

But now, Qi troops were everywhere, even with densely packed machine gun positions—completely different from the plan.

Even the frontal Qi Military didn’t have such a high density of firepower, the Qi Troops stationed here were definitely elite, and extremely elite at that.

After cursing inwardly, he suddenly realized that the Qi Country machine gun position not far off seemed oblivious to the problem next door, still relentlessly firing at targets in the distance.

He estimated the distance visually, the enemy position spitting flames was about 50 meters from his location. Due to the chaotic scene, the enemy hadn’t noticed that their machine gun position had gone entirely silent.

With his submachine gun in hand, the paratrooper stepped over the Qi Army corpses on the ground and crawled out of the circular position through the communication trench in the rear. At the T-junction, he looked both ways and saw Qi soldiers firing their rifles.

After taking a deep breath, he extended his weapon and pulled the trigger on one side, his submachine gun’s crisp sound ringing out like a typewriter, bullets storming the trench from the side.

Clearly, the Qi soldiers hadn’t expected an attack from their flank, and in an instant, five or six soldiers were shot down.

The remaining soldiers stood frozen, foolishly felled by bullets coming from behind. Blood splattered everywhere for a moment, along with the screams of Qi soldiers.

He pulled his head back in, changed another magazine, knowing his attack had drawn the enemy’s attention, and that moving forward along the trench would be disastrous.

So, he decisively flipped out of the trench and hunched over as he ran towards another Qi Country machine gun position.

40 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters, 15 meters… 10 meters! When he could see the side face of the Qi shooter in the trench clearly, he dove forward to the ground, then pulled out a grenade and yanked off the safety pin.

Releasing the lever, he heard a crisp click, tossed the hand grenade straight into the Qi machine gun position, then curled up to wait for the blast a few seconds later.

“Boom!” The explosion didn’t disappoint him, sending dirt flying, with some gravel landing near him, clinking against his helmet.

Without waiting for the dust to settle, the paratrooper got up and rushed towards the trench. He didn’t dare pause for even a second, as without any cover, one shot could likely leave him dead right there.

As if he could hear his own breathing, he passed through the green smoke of the explosion, choking on the burning smell that irritated his lungs, his heavy equipment making his movements appear clumsy.@@novelbin@@

But still, he made it to the edge of the trench, and without hesitation, rolled into it. He saw Qi soldiers struggling on the ground and others turned into indistinguishable messes by the grenade.

He fired two shots at the screaming Qi soldiers on the ground, then heard something flip into the trench behind him.

At the last moment, he spun around ready to shoot, only to hear the person who flipped into the trench shout, “Friendly! Don’t shoot!”

“Damn!” After realizing that the person who flipped into the trench was also a Tang Country paratrooper, he cursed instinctively while still holding his submachine gun.

“You should use the code word!” The paratrooper, who had taken two machine gun positions, leaned against the trench’s edge, glanced in the direction of the communication trench: “Blue Sky.”

“White Cloud!” The newcomer looked at him as if he were an idiot, then after they confirmed the code, he continued, “There’s something off with these Qi troops!”

“Of course I know something’s off! There are too many of them, at least 300 people from Qi Country! They’ve set up two machine guns on a 50-meter-long position! Bastards!” The paratrooper who knocked out two machine gun positions gestured, “They have continuous communication trenches and ample ammunition; this position has been established for a long time.”

“Two? I only saw one…” The newcomer paratrooper was surprised and paused briefly before speaking.

“Over there! There’s another one, I took it out.” The cautious paratrooper pointed roughly in the direction: “Someone’s coming!”

He readied his submachine gun, preparing to fire; seconds later, three Qi soldiers with bayonets charged in.

The Qi soldiers who entered were immediately flipped by the side’s gunfire, submachine gun versus bolt-action rifle, in such narrow confines, it was a total rout.

Seeing another three enemy soldiers go down, the new paratrooper moved to the other side of the trench: “We need to get to the other side of the trench! Otherwise, we risk getting hit by grenades!”

They didn’t know if the Qi soldiers had grenades, so they couldn’t take chances. Moreover, they had to clear a safe zone for the buddies behind them.

“Cover me!” The newcomer shouted and then rushed forward, his submachine gun blazing, turning the remaining seven or eight Qi soldiers in the trench into sieves.

“Blue Sky!” While they were clearing the trench, more paratroopers came together; they immediately spoke the password as they approached, bringing seven or eight more people and livening up the place all at once.

“Xiang Ziyu!” Finally, a paratrooper squad leader flipped into the trench and recognized the paratrooper who had just taken out two Qi machine gun positions.

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