The gunners in both tanks were clearly a little too nervous. The fastest gunner finished reloading after twenty-four seconds, while the slower one reloaded after thirty-six seconds.

If this rate of fire had been in the garrison navy, the two gunners would then have to face a six-mile run or three days of confinement. But in the tank...... Their nervous and out-of-shape movements did not have much of an impact on the situation.

Thirty-six seconds wasn't enough time for the black-clad priests to rush to their steam knights and get inside.

The two tanks used four guns to finish out almost all the steam knights, while the armed priests, who were rushing towards Dussander and the others, were knocked to the ground by a burst of rifle fire.

The steel core bullets were not very effective at shooting soft targets, and several of the black-clad priests were shot several times but were still able to stagger forward. As the black-clad priests approached Dusand and the armed guards, Dusand could even see the twisted and angry faces on the men's faces.

"For His Majesty the Emperor!" The priests shouted loudly, and their "weapons" were varied and varied, with the most ranging from a few pistols and shotguns to incense burners made of skulls and "holy weapons" in the shape of short daggers.

Of course, a weapon of this caliber could not be a threat to armed security guards. In fact, without the Steam Knights, the priests were simply vulnerable—they were unprotected, unformed, and not even very fast. Before entering the range of pistols and shotguns, armed security guards used their rifles to begin to kill and wound the enemy in large numbers.

The gun commander did not lean out to operate the heavy machine gun on the tank, but the driver was not idle. The two tanks slowly moved forward, and the heavy machine guns operated by the driver began to fire heavily. Almost simultaneously with the advance of the tank, the third round of firing began.

The three-inch armor-piercing explosive projectile is a weapon that is less suitable for attacking soft targets than the 0.42-inch steel-core armor-piercing projectile. Although the artillery commanders must have taken this into account, they chose to fire at the ground in front of the black-clad priests rather than directly at the crowd. However, the shooting effect was still not very good - the blasted shards did kill many priests in an instant, but due to the angle of the explosion, the damage range was not too large.

Dusson squinted his eyes and looked ahead, then shouted through the brass intercom, "Don't open fire, go up and crush them for me!" ”

Dussand, not knowing if his voice could be carried into the tank by the brass intercom, shouted several times, picked up his rifle again, and opened fire at the clerics.

After a single shot, one of the priests' heads exploded and fell to the ground. Dusander, who had killed for the first time, did not feel any discomfort at all, only a raging flame in his heart.

Anger was the main tone of all his emotions now, with occasional changes, and he was hesitant to kill all the clergy on the spot, or to arrest and publicly execute them.

"As long as the opponent has a weapon in his hand and does not raise his hands and squats down on the spot to surrender, he is regarded as an enemy!" Dussand's hesitation eventually led to a "conclusion": "Shoot!" ”

"Kill!!" The armed security guards pulled the bolt as fast as they could, and then fired, and they quickly ran out of all the bullets in their guns. It didn't even take the order of the old accountant and Dussand, they quickly drew the dagger that was placed on their waists. The dagger was firmly locked under the muzzle of the gun - to engage in a hand-to-hand battle with such an enemy, these young people who grew up in the industrial area of Upper Albin could not ask for it.

It is not known how many of the people killed in the square were their relatives and friends.

The two tanks began to move forward at full speed with thick smoke, but still many of the black-clad priests bypassed the tanks and rushed to the armed security guards with red eyes.

No nonsense, no pre-battle swearing. The armed security guards who had maintained their formation suddenly collided with the black-clad priests who were rushing towards them. They first stabbed their rifles hard according to the content of the training, and then retracted and stabbed again. But the black-clad priests, who were far outnumbered of them, pushed back one after another, and seemed to be about to break through the defense.

The space is small, and there is no place for the armed security guards to "retract and stab". In the midst of the scuffle, the angry armed security guards used everything they could to attack each other. From the butt to the bayonet, from the fist and kick to the tooth tearing. They do not hesitate to use all methods to kill the enemy on the opposite side, even without the slightest regard for their own safety.

Killing the black-clad priest in front of him is not only for self-preservation and justice, but also for personal vendettas.

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"Okay, that's fine." Feuerbach wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Andronie, who had fainted on the ground, with a smug smile on his face.

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The black-robed bishop, who had been thoroughly soaked in sweat, looked at Androni who had fallen to the ground, and then asked, "Is she still alive?" ”

"Of course it's alive." Feuerbach nodded triumphantly and said, "If nothing else, she should wake up in two quarters of an hour - a Speaker of the House of Commons who is still alive can play a greater role than dead." ”

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

"They departed from Orin an hour ago and arrived an hour later. But we must think about the Navy in Newsar - they may intercept our fleet. "At this time, His Excellency the Speaker, who is still alive, will be able to play his role." ”

The cannon rang out outside the window again, and Feuerbach glanced casually out, then shook his head and said, "This kid is really lucky." Your Excellency, 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's time to return to sleep in the arms of God." ”

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bishop, I have to give you a copy of the instructions for using the hostages." Feuerbach turned around and led the bishop downstairs to the basement, "There are eighty-two hostages here, all of whom were captured today - they all have special identities, which should buy the priests of Upper Albin enough time to evacuate before the fleet arrives." ”

"What about the rest of the area?"

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

Such offense and nonchalance did not anger the bishop, who simply went into the basement and began to check on the hostages.

"These are friends and relatives of the less important Councillor Neusal and the nobles, and it took a great deal of effort for my men to get them all back." Behind the Bishop, Feuerbach explained, "They are relatively simple in that they can be killed in public, as a sign of your 'seriousness'. The remaining half could be used to force Newsar's army or the paramilitaries to retreat. If they don't retreat, then pick out a few people to kill every quarter of an hour. ”

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

"When you kill someone, try to do it in a longer way – but the process must be visible." Feuerbach said, "Like cutting off a few pieces of meat from them every once in a while." Anyway, there are a lot of doctors in the church, and you must have a way to make sure these people don't die too quickly. ”

The bishop was silent for a moment before saying, "The Heracles are unwilling to get involved, they have already been executed. ”

"Everyone? God, you're loyal. Feuerbach exclaimed, "Then you'll have to figure it out for yourself." In short, use the cruelest and slowest means to kill these cognitions that are used in advance. However, their role is not very large, and if they can't do it, they can all be solved as soon as possible. ”

"But Lady Androni can't?" The Bishop turned to look at Feuerbach, the expression on his face even colder, "You'd better give me a reason. ”

"The agency's plan has been finalized, and they want Duchamp to become emperor of this small empire." Feuerbach explained bluntly, "If he wants to rule this small empire, he needs the support of a stronger aristocracy." The title of a baron, plus the status of commander of the garrison navy, is not enough. But...... If you add the marquise, it's different. ”

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

"What's more, His Majesty doesn't want a bunch of hillbillies full of revenge to pop up on the streets of Orin." Feuerbach continued to smile and said, "The Balford family's position in Newsal is unshakable, and if they are stabilized immediately, there is no guarantee that what happened in Newsal today will not happen in Orin." Therefore, Duchamp had to lose his wife and then marry the Marquise. ”

The bishop was silent for a moment before nodding, "The Marquise will do everything to protect Lafayette's son, and Dussander will have to face the threat of his father, his stepmother, and this younger brother who suddenly appeared at home. The Balford family is firmly in the position of Newsal, but there is still infighting within them. ”

"After Dussander had killed Duchamp and the Marquise, as well as the last of the Marquis de Lafayette, he would have to deal with the mess. By the time he had finally obtained the supreme power, the alliance had been completely devoured by the Empire. Even the distant Star Sea Federation will be included in the Empire's firepower. The hippie smile on Feuerbach's face finally disappeared, replaced by certainty and pride. With civil strife in tow, it was impossible for Newsal to get in the way while the Empire enjoyed its alliances. ”

"So, you must be cautious when using this hostage." Feuerbach said seriously, "You know, she's not 'one' hostage. ”

The bishop's brown pupils contracted suddenly.

"She also has a giveaway in her stomach, so you can start from here." Feuerbach danced and said, "One hostage can kill twice, this is a treasure!" ”