SWDnovel Chapter 2 The Power of Precision
Chapter 2 The Power of Precision
The Imperial Guards rushed to within 30 meters of the wall.
By the light of the fire, through the gaps in the wall, one could see cultists wielding steel knives, spears, and torches besieging the Imperial Guards.
Chang Yuan stopped and asked, "Who's in charge?"
The Imperial Guard behind him shouted, "It's you, Junior Officer!"
Chang Yuan suppressed his panic and raised his left hand high: "Then listen to my command, everyone line up!"
"Prepare your muskets, raise them, and aim at the breach in the wall..."
"Fire!!"
The training of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was extremely rigorous. Five Embroidered Uniform Guard captains carried out the actions according to orders and fired their loaded muskets in unison.
With the roar of the percussion cap, five bullets flew through the breach in the wall into the cult, instantly taking down several of them.
One of the cult members screamed, "There are still Imperial Guards outside! Kill them all!"
A dozen or so cult members scaled the breach in the wall and shouted maniacally, as if they were on drugs:
"Blessed by the Blood Spirit, impervious to blades and spears!"
"Blood Spirit Blessing, grants strength as great as an ox!"
They not only shouted it, but also chopped at their own arms and necks with knives, demonstrating the thick skin and defensive power gained from sacrificing to the evil god.
After a full demonstration, all the cult members shouted and charged like a herd of bulls.
While the cult members were demonstrating, Chang Yuan calmly gave the order:
"Clean the chamber, remove the powder, load the powder, tamp it down, load the bullet, tamp it down again, remove the percussion cap, load the percussion cap, pull the hammer, raise the gun, aim..."
The cultists had only gone fifteen meters before the Imperial Guard captain had finished reloading his ammunition.
Chang Yuan shouted the order: "Fire!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The distance was so close that all the bullets hit the target.
Gunpowder-propelled bullets easily pierced through the "impenetrable" thick skin, and a few bullets even pierced through two targets at once, taking down the cultists in the back row.
Amidst the billowing blood mist, the cult leader roared, "Don't be afraid!"
"Those who are defeated are all frivolous believers; true believers favored by the Blood Spirit will never be defeated!"
"Let us offer the flesh and blood of the Imperial Guards as a sacrifice to the great spirit of blood!"
"May He grant you greater power and boundless wealth!"
The cult members, thinking of the gifts bestowed by the evil god, were instantly driven mad by their desires.
They howled and ran wildly, trying to plunge their "blessed" weapons into the bodies of the Imperial Guards and offer their blood as a sacrifice to the Blood Spirit.
As the two sides rapidly closed the distance, the officers of the Embroidered Uniform Guard saw the cultists' hideous faces and their heart rates soared.
Chang Yuan remained unmoved and calmly and loudly issued the order: "Hold your guns steady!"
"Cleanse the cavity..."
At the same time, he raised his revolver, and the word "Precision" in his field of vision burst into a bright light.
With the help of the information, Chang Yuan saw the trajectory of the bullet and subconsciously locked the point of impact onto the enemy's forehead.
boom!
The cultist who was targeted had a large hole opened between his eyebrows.
Chang Yuan suppressed his excitement and continued to order: "Retrieve the fertility medicine..."
boom!
The second cult member had a hole made between his eyebrows.
"Load the explosives..."
boom!
The third.
"Tamp it down, load it, tamp it down again..."
boom! boom! boom!
Each time a shot was fired, a cult member would be shot between the eyebrows, his ferocious and fanatical expression frozen on his face, and his body would fall stiffly to the ground.
Chang Yuan's efficient and calm killings suppressed the cultists' fanaticism, and they began to hesitate.
The cult leader, however, was a man of insight, and he shouted frantically:
"What are you afraid of? The Imperial Guards' revolvers only have six bullets!"
"He's out of bullets too! Tear them all to shreds!"
The cult leader was right; the revolvers used by the Imperial Guards were also percussion cap guns. They required the gunpowder and bullet to be struck from the front, compacted with a ramrod, and finally the percussion cap to be attached from the back before loading could be completed.
But Chang Yuan's revolver was different; the bullets were hand-rolled metal cartridges.
He flung out the magazine, removed the gleaming yellow cartridge cases, and with a flick of his left hand, loaded six bullets.
The cylinder is spun around, flinging away gunpowder residue with a whooshing sound, and then it is flung into its correct position.
The entire loading process took only one second.
Without even interrupting his commanding rhythm: "Take the percussion cap, attach the percussion cap, pull the hammer, raise the gun, aim..."
Each command was accompanied by the roar of a revolver and the cultist being shot between the eyebrows, his brains splattering as he fell to the ground.
Finally, Chang Yuan raised his hand high and then swung it down suddenly:
"Fire!!"
The five Imperial Guard captains were all thrilled to witness Chang Yuan's godlike battle!
The moment they heard the order, they aimed at the nearest target and pulled hard on the triggers of their percussion caps.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The last cultist was beaten to a pulp and collapsed to the ground less than a meter away from Chang Yuan. Blood spurted from his wounds even fell onto his face.
Her fair face was tinged with crimson, making her stunningly beautiful, but regardless of whether they were friend or foe, no one harbored any evil intentions towards Chang Yuan.
A few drops of enemy blood fell on her fair cheek, her eyes bright and clear, her fighting spirit fierce.
The cult members felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had seen the shrimp soldiers and crab generals descending from the Three Altars Sea Assembly.
The Imperial Guards, however, felt at ease, as if leading their own squads was like the legendary Li Guang, Hua Rong.
More than a dozen cult members were wiped out in just about twelve seconds.
Such a swift and decisive killing shocked the cultists within the manor.
Not only did no one dare to continue charging out, but even the fighting inside the walls became sluggish.
The captains asked, "Sergeant, shall we go in?"
Chang Yuan said, "Brothers, follow me and charge in! Wipe out all the cultists and let them know that the Embroidered Uniform Guard is the most elite force in the world!"
"yes!!"
Chang Yuan and the Imperial Guard captains loaded their weapons and then strode toward the gap in the wall.
They stomped each step forcefully, their synchronized footsteps sounding like war drums.
A mere six people walked with the imposing presence of a thousand troops.
When they were only five or six meters away from the wall, Chang Yuan commanded his captains to fire a volley from both sides of the breach in the wall.
The bullet pierced the brick wall, sending fragments of brick flying and dust billowing up.
The cultists who had been lying in ambush on both sides of the breach were beaten to a pulp and scattered in terror.
An unlucky fellow ran in the wrong direction and came into Chang Yuan's sight.
boom!
Brilliant red and white flowers bloomed on his head, and his body fell like a wooden stake at the breach.
Chang Yuan stepped over the corpses of the unfortunate cultists and charged into the manor, firing his revolver repeatedly, blowing the heads off one cultist after another.
Before the Imperial Guards could even reload, they attached bayonets to their muskets and charged over the wall, using the gleaming bayonets to drive away the chaotic cultists.
After Chang Yuan ran out of bullets, he reloaded under the cover of the captains and then blew out six more heads.
By this point, more than 70% of the cultists who had ambushed the front gate had died. Even the most devout faith could not prevent the collapse of morale, and they all threw down their weapons and fled.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Imperial Guards launched a counterattack, cutting down and stabbing the fleeing cultists, quickly ending the battle.
The battlefield was a scene of devastation, littered with rubble and corpses, and filled with the acrid smell of blood and gunpowder.
The young captain, who was participating in combat for the first time, vomited.
Chang Yuan was the first to vomit.
After the battle, his mind was only slightly relaxed when images of those cultists opening their brains began to flash through his mind.
Before his time travel, he lived in the most peaceful country in the world, where death was merely a news report or a mournful farewell to an elder.
The original owner of the body who transmigrated had just inherited the position of a junior officer in the Embroidered Uniform Guard and was participating in a mission for the first time, and had never killed anyone before.
Chang Yuan was secretly delighted to be assigned the task of guarding the area.
He has now killed people; he has personally shot 24, and more than a dozen were killed under his command.
Even if those killed were cult members, even in a life-or-death battle, the guilt of killing is not so easy to bear.
Stimulated by the bloody smell in the air, a wave of nausea surged up, and Chang Yuan couldn't suppress it, so he vomited profusely.