Chapter 192: The Taijun Who Will Die in a Moment of Disrespect
Father Dover stared blankly at the car in front of him, which first swayed violently from side to side under machine gun fire, and then overturned out of control, crushing the fighters who were clinging to the sides of the car body and had no time to let go into mashed tomatoes and potatoes. There was just a little more sand and gravel inside, and his heart suddenly sank. His mood also fluctuated like the piano music playing on the tape recorder, which was sometimes high and sometimes low.

"Stop the car! Stop the car immediately! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" Biomass and rejuvenation are no longer important when bullets are flying in front of your eyes and death may come upon you at any time. Father Dover exerted force on his waist and hips, jumped up, and grabbed the driver's neck. Because he used too much force, his nails broke the flesh. He was still yelling in the other's ear, not noticing that the other party had been confused by his operation. He instinctively straightened the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, heading towards the hail of bullets ahead and never looking back.

"I can't breathe!" The driver, whose throat was choked, struggled desperately to say this, but Dover was the kind of person who was willing to listen to others. He was the high priest, and unless the person had a higher status and power than him, all the other words were nonsense. In fact, because the driver did not do as he said, the hand that was pinching the other's neck became even tighter. Then, with a "click", the driver who dared not resist was strangled unconscious by the high priest Dover, who had explosive potential. He lowered his head, and he did whatever he wanted to do next.

Only then did Father Dover realize what he had done, but it was impossible to expect him to reflect on it. He didn't think it was his own problem at all. He even wanted to shoot the driver who was knocked unconscious by him, because if the driver had immediately done what he said, nothing would have happened, and he would not have been in danger.

But it was useless to refuse to admit his mistake. After just a short delay, he, who was originally outside the encirclement, forced his way in on his own and even stopped the car, because drivers are very particular about releasing the accelerator before fainting to prevent the vehicle from overturning.

The machine gunners nearby immediately noticed this unique vehicle because it had the most comprehensive armor and looked the most noble, so they unconsciously shifted their guns over there.

As the canvas bullet chain kept shaking, dense bullets fell on the car body, scaring Father Dover so much that he let out a shrill scream, even more unbearable than the girl he favored. He just lay down with his hands on his head, and in this way he avoided the bullets that broke through the bulletproof glass.

At this moment, Yan Xu also noticed this car. Because the machine gun bullets could not penetrate the car body for a while, he immediately realized that this car must not be made of ordinary steel plates, but more professional and expensive bulletproof metal plates.

Anyone who can ride in this kind of car must be of extraordinary status. This is a big fish.

The reactions of the Bai Jie Church fighters who were originally stunned also confirmed Yan Xu's guess. When they saw the car sparking in the intensive shooting, they launched a fierce counterattack in the direction of the bullets like crazy. Even the cars that had not entered the encirclement rushed in regardless of the danger and blocked the bullets with their bodies. Even though they were hit and blood was flying in the car, they had no intention of retreating.

"It seems that this big fish is not simple." After realizing this, Yan Xu immediately gave the machine gun to the assistant gunner, and he quietly changed direction.

The fighters of Bai Jie's Church were equipped with AK, an ancient firearm that was very suitable for the doomsday environment. When they launched a counterattack, they immediately suppressed the firepower of the six water-cooled machine guns, making the bulletproof plates in front of the water-cooled machine guns bumpy, and machine gunners were killed by stray bullets from time to time.

But what did it matter? The assistant gunner immediately opened the body and continued shooting, and the person next to him took over the assistant gunner's position, so the firepower never stopped. Even though the water cooling tank of the machine gun was pierced and the water leaked out, the barrel quickly turned red, but the bullets did not stop.

The tenacious resistance made a group of young soldiers from Bai Jie's church excited, and they rushed out from behind the car where they were hiding and launched a charge.

Each AK is considered a light machine gun, and it is easy to suppress the bulky water-cooled machine guns, but they never thought that they would encounter minefields in this day and age.

The old-fashioned mines were not very lethal, but they were too numerous to be used. The mines that were triggered one after another taught them a profound lesson. For a while, many people lay on the ground wailing, and the rest were hesitating whether to continue the charge.

Although he was not afraid of death, he still felt the pain, and so the momentum of the attack was immediately hindered.

"Drive over there, we have to kill them to rescue the high priest. For the Lord, charge!" A soldier in his twenties shouted at his companions who got out of the car and shot at the top of his voice.

These people fought back based on instinct and fearlessness, but they had no rules, so when he said this, they really listened. Several nearby cars started up and rushed in one direction. Because of their high speed and the steel plates installed, it was difficult to cause damage even if the mines were triggered. Moreover, these modified cars were rough. Even if the tires burst, the metal wheels would still crush the soil and drive the car body forward when the accelerator was stepped on to the bottom. For a while, the mines were triggered frequently, and the heavy rain of metal fragments hit the car body, making a loud noise, making the battlefield more lively again.

The fighters of Bai Jie Church continued to charge along the safe passage opened by the vehicles, and kept firing, even destroying three machine guns. More than a dozen machine gunners died in their positions.

As the distance closed in, the Taijuns who had been waiting for a long time showed up one after another, aimed at the target and pulled the trigger, firing 6.5mm rifle bullets one after another, killing the unsuspecting Bai Jie Church fighters on the spot.

A bolt-action rifle will definitely not be able to compete with an AK, so it can only keep the opponent at a closer distance and rely on the first wave of unexpected shooting to cause maximum damage.

Although this resulted in considerable casualties among their own forces, they still had the upper hand.

The sporadic sounds of AKs on the battlefield could no longer suppress Taijun's accurate shooting, let alone organize an effective counterattack. The few remaining vehicles began to reverse, but as a flare rose, ten gasoline-powered Sibuxiang vehicles, which served as surprise troops, rushed over from a distance.

The four vehicles equipped with water-cooled machine guns took the lead, using continuous energy to force the opponent to dodge, and then took the opportunity to get close.

The fighters from the Bai Jie Church in the car leaned out and tried to fight back, but they were surprised to find that there was someone on the roof of the other side's car, holding a strange spear.

"Get on board!" Taijun, holding the Taijun happy stick, shouted with a twisted smile, then rushed down with his spear raised recklessly.

With a loud bang, the Taijun happy stick that was specially used to blow up tanks exerted amazing destructive power. The modified car with steel plates was like a cardboard car that was hit by a punch. It was blown through on the spot, and nearly one-third of the car body disintegrated, not to mention the people inside.

Yan Xu felt very troubled when he witnessed this scene. The problem could obviously be solved by machine gun fire, but he chose the dumbest and most dangerous way.

But who could blame the volunteer team for having the irresistible urge to perish together with the enemy with the Taijun happy stick? If they were not careful, a Taijun would be torn into pieces on the spot.

Yan Xu did not feel pity for the other person, but was heartbroken for the loss of his luck points.

It always feels a bit of a loss for a Taijun to exchange for a modified car, but it is more acceptable to replace it with an armored vehicle.

In any case, the war came to an end.

The Gear Tribe vs. the White Clean Church, one win.

(End of this chapter)