RBCT Chapter 33 The Massacre Within Mey
Chapter 33 The Massacre Within Mey
A distance of 100 meters can be covered in just a few seconds by a galloping horse at full speed.
It was indeed very fast.
But, are bullets fast?
The cavalrymen of the rifle squad were like a pack of wolves that had caught the scent of blood. The dust kicked up by their horses' hooves left a long trail behind them. They lay prone on their horses, their eyes filled with the excitement of about to slaughter their prey.
One hundred meters.
Normally it would just be a number, but in Fang Jianqiu's eyes, it was a dividing line between life and death.
The instant the first horse's nose crossed that invisible 100-meter absolute hit line, Fang Jianqiu moved.
He didn't strike a cool dueling pose like a proper cowboy; he simply leaned forward slightly and raised his arms horizontally.
Holding a Colt in both hands.
At this moment, in his perception, the world became shockingly simple.
There's no need to calculate wind speed, no need to anticipate lead time, and no need to consider the horse's swaying or the target's movement trajectory.
As long as the target is within this range, and as long as the muzzle is roughly pointed in that direction, the bullet will penetrate the enemy's flesh as if it had eyes.
"Bang."
The first shot wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly crisp amidst the clatter of charging hooves.
The bearded cavalryman at the very front jerked his head back as if he'd been hit by a hammer on a watermelon.
The red and white objects exploded in the air, and before he could even let out a scream, his body slid limply off the horse.
But this is only the beginning.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang."
Fang Jianqiu's two guns began to spew fire. His shooting rhythm was extremely stable. His left hand pulled the trigger, and his right hand followed closely behind. The muzzle rose, returned to its original position, rose again, and returned to its original position.
Every time the gun barrel bounced, a flower of blood would bloom in the distance.
It's like they're taking attendance.
Death descended with the flames.
The bullet pierced the eye socket, shattered the Adam's apple, and went through the chest.
Some people screamed and clutched their chests as they fell to the ground, while others, struck in the shoulder, lost their balance due to the excruciating pain and fell off their horses, being dragged along by their mounts.
The charging formation was thrown into chaos instantly. The warhorses, startled and disoriented, bolted, obstructing the view and path of some of the rear cavalry.
In just a few seconds.
The firing pins of Fang Jianqiu's two Colt revolvers struck the empty cartridge cases for the last time, making a soft "click" sound.
All twelve bullets were fired.
On the rocky beach opposite him, of the ten elite cavalrymen who had charged aggressively at the forefront, only two remained, trembling on their horses.
The other eight people either became corpses on the ground or lay in the rubble, emitting dying screams.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Fang Jianqiu was not entirely unharmed either.
While he was unleashing his firepower, the muskets in the hands of those cavalrymen were not just fire pokers.
Even in the chaos of blind firing, even though Fang Jianqiu had used rocks to shield most of his body, several stray bullets and pellets from the shrapnel still managed to hit him.
A rifle bullet grazed a piece of flesh off his left shoulder, two small lead pellets were embedded in his right arm, and a bloody scratch appeared on his face from flying gravel.
Blood dripped down his sleeve, but he seemed oblivious.
This is the limit.
The 18-man rifle squad was nearly decimated in a single encounter.
This terrifying exchange ratio was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of these desperate criminals.
Even the most ferocious among the remaining people were finally terrified by this irrational efficiency of killing.
This is outrageous.
We're all gun enthusiasts, but who's ever seen this kind of shooting before?
The man in front of them didn't even have time to aim properly; he just casually waved his hand, and a bunch of his brothers fell down.
The remaining six or seven riflemen, including Captain White, began to sweat as they gripped the reins, their hearts pounding.
They looked at the figure standing behind the pile of rocks, their eyes no longer filled with fierce courage, but with panic.
He was all alone!
With just one man and two guns, they shattered their scattered formation.
But inertia is a terrible thing.
Whether due to physical inertia or psychological inertia, they were unable to stop immediately; the warhorses continued to run forward, and the distance kept shrinking.
This time, however, the indomitable spirit was gone, replaced by hesitation and doubt.
White, the most experienced among them, subtly tightened the reins the moment he realized something was wrong, slowing his horse down and moving to the side and rear of the group.
"That's quite high morale."
Fang Jianqiu looked at the few guys still approaching him and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
He casually tossed the two Colts, which were now hot from empty shots, onto the ground, the gun barrels striking the rocks with a crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards, he reached to his waist and pulled out an exaggeratedly designed heavy revolver. The huge barrel gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster, resembling a small handheld cannon.
At this moment, the fastest charging cavalrymen had already arrived close, no more than thirty or forty meters away from Fang Jianqiu.
Fang Jianqiu could even see the distorted expressions on their faces.
That was the terror of being caught in a dilemma.
Their features were contorted, their mouths agape as they roared, trying to dispel their inner fear with their voices. It was an expression of extreme fragility and bravado; one more straw would break them completely.
"Bang!"
The heavy revolver roared dull and violently, a stark contrast to the crisp sound of the Colt just now.
Fang Jianqiu did not shoot anyone with this shot.
The chestnut horse at the very front had a gaping hole the size of a bowl burst open in its chest. The enormous impact caused the several-hundred-pound animal to let out a mournful cry, its front hooves buckling as its massive body tumbled forward like an out-of-control locomotive.
The cavalryman on horseback was thrown off, his head hitting a sharp rock, his neck twisted in a bizarre way, and he lay motionless on the spot.
The man and his horse were blasted to pieces with a single shot.
The sheer visual impact of this pure violence is even more chilling than a precise headshot.
The remaining cavalrymen, their nerves stretched thin, snapped.
"Bang!"
Fang Jianqiu pulled the trigger a second time without expression.
The second cavalryman's head exploded like a rotten tomato, and half of his skull was gone.
The cavalrymen, who had been hesitating between advancing and retreating, now had only one thought in their minds: run!
This isn't a battle, this is suicide! This is a demon in human skin!
"Bang!"
When the third shot rang out, the men at the front frantically pulled on the reins, disregarding the fact that the horses might be startled and throw them off.
They just wanted to turn their horses around and get as far away from that dark gun barrel as possible.
"Bang!"
The fourth shot.
The shot struck a cavalryman in the chest just as he turned his horse around, sending him flying backward. He rolled several times on the ground before falling silent.
From then on, no one on the battlefield dared to charge at Fang Jianqiu anymore.
The rifle squad, which had been so aggressive just moments before, wanting to crush Fang Jianqiu into a pulp, now resembled a pack of wild dogs scattered by firecrackers, scrambling to escape this death trap.
"Fuck! Who is this person?! What kind of weapon is he holding?!"
White saw it all clearly from behind; he witnessed firsthand how that bullet shattered the horse's breastbone—a power that no ordinary pistol could achieve.
When Fang Jianqiu fired the first shot, White had already made his decision. He was the first to pull hard on the reins, even going so far as to plunge the spurs into the horse's belly, forcing the warhorse to turn around on the spot.
But he was, after all, a captain, and he still had some sense of honor. Or rather, he knew that if he didn't shout, even if all these people died, he wouldn't be able to escape either.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! This is inhuman! Run if you don't want to die!" White roared hoarsely, his voice filled with terror.
Actually, he didn't even need to shout. The remaining surviving team members were already terrified. When they saw their captain leading the way in running away, they almost broke their whips and wished they could give their horses two more legs.
Fang Jianqiu stood behind the pile of rubble, watching the backs of the once arrogant white cavalrymen now fleeing in disarray, and slowly emerged from behind the cover.
He slowly and deliberately put the scorching hot heavy revolver back into its holster.
Fang Jianqiu reached out and took the Grinner double-barreled shotgun hanging on his body.
Although the fleeing cavalrymen were fast, it took time for their horses to turn around and accelerate, and some of them were still within a hundred meters.
Fang Jianqiu raised the muzzle of his gun.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the shotgun shells sprayed out in a fan shape, but thanks to the talent, most of the bullets strangely concentrated on a single target.
A cloud of blood burst from the back of one of the cavalrymen who was running at the very back, and he screamed as he fell off his horse.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot rang out.
Another cavalryman's horse had its rump smashed. Startled, it reared up wildly, throwing the cavalryman into a pile of rocks. Just as the man tried to get up, the startled horse's hooves crushed his spine.
Only then did the remaining cavalry finally break through the hundred-meter radius and disappear into the bushes in the distance.
An elite squad of eighteen riflemen came in with great momentum, but in the end only White and one other lucky guy remained.
The remaining sixteen people all stayed on this rocky beach.
The surroundings finally quieted down, leaving only the neighing of the injured horses and the dying groans of the wounded.
Fang Jianqiu put down the scalding Greener, bent down to pick up the two Colts on the ground, took out bullets from his pocket, and loaded them into the cylinder one by one.
During this process, he felt a tingling and itchy sensation in his arms and shoulders.
He glanced down at it.
The wound where the lead pellet hit was visibly moving and healing.
The skin and flesh that had been grazed by the bullet grew back, and the original excruciating pain turned into a slight itch during the healing process.
This is the all-around lifesteal effect brought by "Draw Your Sword".
The dozen or so corpses lying on the ground were not just experience points, but also his health packs.
The damage they caused with their lives was paid back the moment they died.
Fang Jianqiu loaded the bullets, closed the magazine, and rotated the gun.
He strode toward the wounded who were still groaning on the ground.
"No...don't kill me..."
A cavalryman with a broken leg looked at Fang Jianqiu as he approached, begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face.
Fang Jianqiu looked at him without a flicker of emotion in his eyes.
"Bang."
Gunshots rang out, and the cries of agony abruptly ceased.
He walked through the pile of corpses and fired a shot at each of the men who were still breathing or who looked unwell.
This didn't take much time.
Because most people are already dead in the first round of shooting, his aiming talent, combined with the power boost from the Bright Sword, allows him to basically kill with one shot, and there are very few who actually need follow-up shots.
After doing all this, Fang Jianqiu stood amidst the corpses and weapons scattered on the ground, looking at the few ownerless warhorses standing motionless in place.
"Phew, what a bumper harvest!"
He exhaled a soft breath, a relaxed smile appearing on his face.
But these material possessions are nothing compared to the voice in my mind.
The series of rapid kill notifications finally stopped, converging into a message he had been eagerly awaiting.
The experience bar is full.
His third Hextech rune has been unlocked.