artillery arc

Chapter 481 The End of King Baras
On the outskirts of Baras, in a dilapidated church, the base of the altar suddenly moved slowly, revealing a narrow secret passage.

The first thing that came out was the muzzle of an MP40 submachine gun, and then the Prosen people wearing the uniforms of the airborne hunters came out of the secret passage, immediately occupied the position behind the stone benches in the church, and put themselves on alert.

Then several more hunters came out and occupied the most suitable defensive position next to the exit.

Then Schmidt, the Plenipotentiary Ambassador of Plossen, came out of the tunnel, dusted off his big hat, and put it on his head solemnly.

King Tutka stuck his head out from behind Schmidt and tried to crawl out of the tunnel, but he was stuck in the tunnel because he was too fat.

He tried several times, but was still stuck and couldn't move.

"This exit is too small. Why isn't it made as wide as the secret passage? No, the secret passage is also very narrow! Aren't you Prosen people known for your rigor? Why don't you consider that the rulers will be generous and fat?" King Tutka howled.

Schmidt shook his head. "Pull him out! Push hard for the ones behind! Quick!"

So the two airborne hunters who were on alert put away their weapons and rushed over, grabbed the king's hands and clothes, and pulled them hard - but the king didn't move at all.

Schmidt: "We need to work together. I'll give the call. One, two - go!"

The strong airborne hunters exerted all their strength and finally pulled the king out.

The two airborne hunters who were trying their best lost their balance and fell to the ground with the king.

The airborne hunters who were blocked behind the king finally came out of the tunnel one by one, frowning as they looked at King Tutka who was lying on the ground and still gasping for breath.

Schmidt asked in confusion: "Why do you look like that?"

One of the airborne hunters replied, "We pushed him from behind and he farted. That fart was the stinkiest I've ever seen. I suspect there's only some rotten meat left in his digestive system. Look, the edelweiss on my collar is wilting! It's wilted by the fart!"

Schmidt looked at the Edelweiss and found that the white petals were indeed not very lively, but he didn't know whether it was because of the fart or because they were simply picked too long ago.

"Okay, forget about that. Pull up His Majesty. We still have a long way to go. The Lufthansa plane should have landed, but we still have to walk a hundred kilometers of mountain roads to reach the straight road that can be used as an airstrip.

"The good news is that this stretch of road is all high-standard roads built by us at Proson, and the 100 kilometers can be covered very quickly."

After saying that, Schmidt looked at the captain of the airborne hunters: "There should be a hidden truck nearby. He is disguised as a pumpkin truck. Go and drive the truck out!"

King Tutka: "Pumpkin! I love pumpkin!"

"This is what your manor planted specifically for you. We spent a lot of effort to grow pumpkins in the climate of Barras!" Schmidt said proudly, "Proson's science and technology are trustworthy!"

King Tutka nodded repeatedly: "Trustworthy, trustworthy! Then shall we eat pumpkin now?"

"No. We're going to escape in this pumpkin wagon."

At this moment, the captain who was driving rushed into the church: "The Ants are coming! At the foot of the mountain, they will be here soon!"

Schmidt was shocked: "How could they be here? This shouldn't happen! Quick, go and defend against the church's outer wall. You must stop them in front of the church!"

Then he grabbed King Tutka's arm and said, "Come with me."

Then he dragged the king out without saying anything.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" the king shouted. "My hand! You're tearing it off! I'm going to fall! Slow down!"

Schmidt paid no attention to the king's wailing and dragged him out of the church and to the truck.

At this time, the airborne hunters guarding the low wall outside the church opened fire, and their submachine guns swept down the mountain.

An obviously captured Proson three-wheeled motorcycle was hit by bullets. The front of the vehicle tilted and hit a rock on the side of the road. The driver fell off the vehicle, but the machine gunner in the vehicle bed fired back with a machine gun.

The airborne hunters, armed only with submachine guns, were immediately suppressed.

Machine gun bullets kept flying past Schmidt's head and hit the back panel of the truck one after another.

Schmidt pulled open the rear door and the bullet hit the pumpkin inside the car, splashing juice onto his face.

"Get up!"

When King Tutka saw the height of the truck, he immediately looked sad and said, "Do you think I can climb up such a high truck bed? I can't climb up even with another person."

Schmidt immediately called out to the airborne hunters who were trying to find a way to fight back: "Come here! Throw him into the car!"

"No, throwing it is too much, isn't it?"

However, the Space Hunter didn't care about that. He just came over, grabbed King Tutka and threw him into the car.

The king uttered a scream and fell among the pumpkins, but his fat body cushioned the impact.

"Schmidt! I'm going to complain to Emperor Prosen! Just wait!"

Schmidt also jumped onto the truck and shouted to the hunters outside: "Release the smoke to cover us out and stop the Ants from chasing us!"

"Yes!" The airborne hunter didn't seem to care at all that he was about to be trapped here, either dying in battle or being captured, but saluted and carried out the order.

The smoke bomb was thrown out, and the white smoke quickly blocked the road in front of the church. Schmidt closed the tailgate and shouted to the driver: "Let's go! Quick! If the Ants catch up, we'll all be finished!"

The pumpkin truck started up immediately, rushed out of the church yard under the cover of smoke, and sped along the road.

Just as the truck drove out two hundred meters, a three-wheeled motorcycle rushed through the smoke and chased straight towards the truck.

Then came a second, and then a jeep that was decidedly not of the Plosson style—a United States Willys Jeep!

Three cars chased the truck at high speed.

Schmidt turned his head and urged: "Drive faster! Faster!"

The Plosson soldier in the cab shouted, "The accelerator is on the floor! It can't go any faster! This is a truck! Not a racing vehicle, Your Excellency the Ambassador!"

Schmidt cursed, pulled out his Luger and fired a shot in the back.

As a result, the machine gunner in the motorcycle's cargo bed immediately fired back with a machine gun, firing rapidly.

That is to say, the motorcycle was very bumpy and the machine gun could not fire accurately, otherwise King Tutka and Ambassador Schmidt would have died for their country.

Schmidt was about to continue firing back - yes, firing back at the machine gun with his pistol - but he was almost tripped by the pumpkin.

He suddenly had an idea: "It's these pumpkins used for camouflage! Throw the pumpkins away! Otherwise we won't be able to drive fast!"

As he said that, Schmidt picked up a pumpkin and threw it backwards.

The pumpkin fell directly on the road and broke into pieces, and the juice inside spilled all over the ground.

The three-wheeled motorcycle skidded as soon as it drove up, and the whole vehicle twisted wildly like a drunk Ant.

But driver Ant actually kept his composure!

"Try this!" Schmidt threw another pumpkin.

The pumpkin did not break, but ran all the way along the road, rushing towards the motorcycle like a tire.

Driver Ant was swaying, and when he saw the pumpkin flying towards him, he swung the front of the car.

The motorcycle turned to the side with a whoosh and disappeared off the road.

Schmidt burst out laughing and continued throwing pumpkins!
In order to avoid the pumpkin, the second motorcycle directly hit the roadside sign, and the connection between the motorcycle and the cargo box was cut off by the road sign.

The motorcyclist was quick-witted and put his feet directly into the bed, using his hips as the connection between the bike and the bed.

Schmidt was stunned: "Can you Ante people respect the laws of physics?"

King Tutka thrust a pumpkin into Schmidt's hands. "Come on, keep throwing!"

Schmidt flicked his hand and the pumpkin flew out.

It turned out that the last car was a Willys Jeep. The pumpkin hit the front of the jeep and smashed it to pieces, but the jeep was fine!

Yes, the Willys Jeep is that durable!

The Ant in the car lowered his head and lowered the windshield, as if this would reduce the resistance of the jeep.

Schmidt continued to throw pumpkins wildly, but the Jeep ate more than a dozen pumpkins without any damage!

Schmidt also got angry and kicked open the tailgate, causing the pumpkin to fall into the air.

As a result, the jeep safely passed the yellow area created by the pumpkin.

Schmidt reached back and grabbed a new pumpkin - this one was probably rotten and a little soft.

Tutka: "Stop! This is my head!"

In a flash, the motorcycle that rushed out of the road first came out from the side, flew high up with the help of the stones on the side of the road, and the front wheel directly hit the bed of the pumpkin cart.

The Ant man on the motorcycle swooped down and knocked Schmidt off the truck, and the two men rolled on the ground.

When they rolled to the end, Ant stood up first and punched Schmidt.

"General Rokossov asked me to say hello to you!"

At the same time, the motorcycle connected by the driver's hips also went around to the front and stopped the truck.

The jeep, painted yellow with pumpkin juice, also skidded to a stop behind the truck.

Thus ended King Tutka's escape.

(End of this chapter)