Bab 172: 170 bombardment

Among the remaining soldiers, one finally snapped back to reality, turned, and tried to run back. But in the process of turning, blood splattered from behind him.

He stumbled forward a few steps, then tripped over a corpse and landed on a body that was still warm.

As if from a spring, fresh blood poured out of the hole in his back; it was only then that this fleeing Shireck soldier realized he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the enemy.

Scattered across the battlefield, the few surviving soldiers scrambled and ran for their lives. Since they were moving targets, the soldiers at the tranquil Great Tang security forces' positions weren't inclined to waste their ammunition.

After all, in less than 10 minutes, they had already fired a total of 3,000 bullets, roughly the amount expended by two legions in a single charge.

"What just happened? Why did it jam all of a sudden?" Working the action of his weapon, the marksman was checking it over in his cover position.