Munitions Empire

Chapter 581: 540 hurry up and roll back

Liu Guozhu didn’t know where he got the courage from, or perhaps he was beguiled by the memory of earning a medal in the last battle when he had fought outside his tank.

So there he was, holding his pistol and rushing to the front. As soon as he crossed the low wall by the roadside, he saw a Qi Army soldier shivering and hiding there.

The other soldier was startled by his appearance, and Liu Guozhu hadn’t expected to find someone hiding here either. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, the recoil causing his hand to jerk slightly upward.

The bullet struck the Qi Army soldier square in the face, blood splattered instantly, some even reaching Liu Guozhu’s own face.

The suddenness of it all stimulated Liu Guozhu’s nerves, snapping him back to reality. This was a genuine battlefield where any decision might cost him his fragile life.

But in the current situation, Liu Guozhu couldn’t just ignore everything and run back to his tank; he had to pluck up his courage and continue forward, climbing onto the tank that was within arm’s reach.

The closer he got to the number 1 tank, riddled with bullet holes from machine gun fire, the more corpses Liu Guozhu discovered under his feet. Just as he was about to touch the treads of the number 1 tank, he stepped on a mutilated “corpse”.

"Ah!” The corpse suddenly grabbed Liu Guozhu’s ankle, screaming loudly, blood all over its face. This person had only one arm left or, rather, one breath left in him.

Liu Guozhu was startled by this person, but just as he was about to shoot this enemy who was clearly about to die, he noticed another Qi Army soldier nearby pulling his bolt.

The enemy chambered a round and then aimed his gun at Liu Guozhu. Of course, Liu Guozhu couldn’t bother with the flesh beneath his feet anymore; he directly raised his hand to aim his gun at the enemy.

"Bang!” “Bang!” Both men fired almost simultaneously. A bullet from the Qi Army soldier tore away Liu Guozhu’s shoulder strap, and his entire body staggered half a step backward in the direction of his shoulder.

The bullet fired by Liu Guozhu struck the man’s chest; the Qi Army soldier dropped his weapon, clutched the hole in his chest, and doubled over on the ground without further movement.

Only then did Liu Guozhu remember that someone was still grabbing his ankle, so he looked down and saw that the person holding his ankle was completely dead.

After shaking off the powerless hand, Liu Guozhu climbed onto the chassis of tank number 1, whereupon the gunner, seeing Liu Guozhu, ceased firing to avoid accidentally shooting the fearless tank commander.

From atop the tank, Liu Guozhu could see the situation on the other side, where seven or eight terrified Qi Country soldiers were hiding.

Without hesitation, he raised his gun and fired, emptying his magazine at the group. Two or three Qi Army soldiers fell as they were hit, while the others awkwardly raised their hands, shouting, “Don’t kill me! I surrender! I surrender!”

Liu Guozhu didn’t bother with these scoundrels. He drew another magazine from his waist, flung away the empty magazine from his M1911 pistol, reloaded, and chambered a round.

The next second, the Qi Country soldiers, realizing Liu Guozhu was reloading his pistol, reacted instantly, pulling their bolts and aiming their guns at him.

Ignoring the Qi Army soldiers who were still operating their weapons despite loudly declaring their surrender, Liu Guozhu once again began to pull the trigger. He didn’t dare to test whether the enemy would keep their word; he wanted to keep on living.

"Bang!” Liu Guozhu shot down an enemy soldier who had raised his gun. Another enemy soldier fired at Liu Guozhu, but the bullet flew off who knows where. Due to nervousness, he had not aimed properly, and at such a short range, it was clearly not easy to hit the target with a rifle.

Liu Guozhu didn’t give him a chance to fire a second shot. As the Qi Country soldier was pulling his bolt again, Liu Guozhu fired another shot, hitting him.

While Liu Guozhu was on a killing spree atop the number 1 tank, the tank suddenly started to move. A jolt knocked Liu Guozhu off balance, and he tumbled off the tank, landing on a heap of corpses and body parts.

Though unhurt, Liu Guozhu was disoriented from the fall. It was then that he realized how badly the infantry platoon leader must have been hurt when he threw him to the ground.

Before he could react and struggle to his feet, a shadow pounced on him. It was a Qi Country soldier who pressed his rifle across Liu Guozhu’s neck, growling ferociously like a wild beast.

Liu Guozhu’s throat was constricted, and for a moment, he couldn’t catch his breath. He struggled, trying to flip off his enemy, only to find he had less strength than his adversary.

Fortunately, even though he had fallen, he had not let go of his pistol. The weapon in his hand was the only thing that could save him now.

So he bent his arm and pressed his pistol against the enemy’s ribs. The next second, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!” A muffled gunshot rang out, and Liu Guozhu felt the heavy recoil in his hand as the bullet tore through the enemy’s body, bringing out chunks of flesh and blood as if from a fountain.

The enemy’s body shuddered, yet still continued to press down on Liu Guozhu as if trying to take him down with his last bit of strength.

Liu Guozhu, whose consciousness was already starting to blur, pulled the trigger once again, and another bullet, carrying fresh blood, flew out from the enemy’s body, spraying flesh and blood all around.

This Qi Country soldier was still exerting all his strength, and Liu Guozhu clenched his teeth and used all his might to pull the trigger once again.

As the third shot rang out, the Qi Country soldier finally lost his strength, collapsed to the side, and the weight of the gun pressing on Liu Guozhu’s neck was lifted.

Air entered Liu Guozhu’s lungs once more, bringing a sudden clarity to his mind. He greedily gasped for air, grateful that he had escaped death yet again.

If he could choose again, he swore he would never again leave the safety of his tank to take such a risk! He would stay put inside his own tank, enjoying the feeling of being protected by the armor, and kill these damned enemies without any danger!

With some effort, he pushed the man off of himself, sat up, and looked at the blood-soaked M1911 pistol in his hand.

How many shots had he fired just now? Five? Or six? He couldn’t recall how many bullets he had actually fired.

To be safe, he immediately pressed the magazine release button between the trigger and the grip, and the magazine dropped to his side.

He drew his last magazine from his waist and inserted it into the grip of the pistol, then chambered another round.

These seven bullets were his final reliance. If he could not get out of danger before the magazine was empty, he might lose his life here.

Just then, in a half-collapsed building in front of him, a group of Qi Army soldiers yelled and charged out.

The Qi Army infantry, already prepared for battle, had their bayonets fixed to the rifles, gleaming menacingly.

"It’s over! In the end, I’m still going to die a foolish death here,” thought Liu Guozhu. Regret, resentment, helplessness.

He raised his pistol, aimed at the enemies who were only inches away, ready to fight to the death with his last magazine.

As Liu Guozhu desperately pulled the trigger to fire the first bullet, a rapid burst of gunfire came from not far away.

A Tang Army soldier holding a Thompson Submachine Gun vaulted over the wall, raised his gun, and began firing at the Qi Army soldiers.

Another Tang Army soldier raced over and soon raised his rifle, firing shot after shot without stopping.

Quickly, more Tang Army soldiers vaulted over the wall, some with hand grenades and some with submachine guns.

"Charge!” a Tang Army officer waved his arm, urging his soldiers over the obstacles and launching an attack on the enemy.

The Qi Army soldiers who had been charging at Liu Guozhu were instantly decimated; some raised their hands to surrender, some knelt on the ground, and others retreated backward. The battle here ended in an instant.

A Tang Army soldier holding a rifle came to check and was startled by the blood-soaked Liu Guozhu, exclaiming, “Holy sh*t! Big brother, are you okay? Are you hurt? Should I call a medic?”

Clutching his pistol, Liu Guozhu moved his gaze sluggishly and cast the soldier a glance. The butcher-like look in his eyes immediately made the other man clamp his mouth shut.

He slowly got to his feet, staggered, and climbed back onto Tank No. 1, knocking on the hatch: “Platoon leader! Platoon leader! Are you still alive? Platoon leader!”

The hatch was lifted from the inside. The commander of Tank No. 1, who was also their platoon leader, emerged from the tank, startled by the sight of Liu Guozhu: “You’re injured? How did you get over here? Did you man the machine gun on your tank and hit my tank?”

"You scared me to death, not responding… Why didn’t you answer?” Sitting on the turret of the tank, Liu Guozhu complained, completely exhausted.

"My radio went silent just now the platoon leader explained, then noticed the communication antenna on the outside of his tank had been shot off: “Damn it… it’s been damaged… no wonder.”

Realizing everything, the platoon leader smiled and looked at Liu Guozhu, as if he had crawled out of a sea of blood: “You did good, kid! You knew to come rescue me! I haven’t taken care of you for nothing… Now roll back! I’m fine!”

Wiping the blood off his face, Liu Guozhu silently waved his hand, then stood up, climbed over Tank No. 1, and headed towards his own tank without a word.

Seeing the loader emerging from the turret and the gunner with a pistol in hand, Liu Guozhu grinned and said, “Now go back! I’m fine!”

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