Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

"Listen up, everyone! Those rebels are just ahead, a mere few hundred strong. Whoever can take Zhou Feng's head, I guarantee you will be granted a noble title and a reward of ten thousand taels of gold!"

Seeing that his secret weapon couldn't even withstand a single round of attacks, Zhao Yuanran lost his composure and simply ordered the entire army to attack.

Now that the two sides are so close, how could more than 10,000 imperial guards be wiped out by a few hundred guards?

Moreover, a generous reward will surely attract brave men; sending these people to charge forward might even have a surprising effect!

Sure enough, after Zhao Yuanyan issued this order, the eyes of all the imperial guards present turned red.

As the Imperial Guard protecting Tokyo, they differed from ordinary units, and very few of their soldiers came from impoverished families.

The reason people get here is simply to be closer to the officials, so they can climb higher more easily.

Having served in the military for so long, apart from some who wanted to support their families or collect military pay, most of them had fantasized about achieving great deeds on the battlefield and becoming high-ranking officials.

Now that the opportunity is right in front of them, with tens of thousands of people besieging hundreds of people, how could they not go crazy?

"Kill them! Kill that Zhou Feng!"

"Who is Zhou Feng? What does he look like?"

"Who cares, just kill the leader!"

Given how often Zhou Feng appeared in Tokyo, these old soldiers of the Imperial Guard had basically never seen him, but that didn't stop them from wanting to make a name for themselves.

If you don't know who it is, just attack the leader. The higher their status, the richer the reward!

These imperial guards, eager to make a name for themselves, surged forward like a tide, but Zhou Feng didn't even turn his head, only glancing sideways at Chen Xiao.

The latter nodded immediately and pressed a button on his headset: "Prepare to fire!"

As soon as the order was given, the tarpaulins on the two weapon carriers parked on both sides of the street were immediately lifted, revealing two heavy machine guns mounted underneath, their barrels gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the reflection of the vehicle headlights.

The two heavy machine guns were controlled by Zhao Meng and Zhou Yuan respectively, with their muzzles pointed at the Imperial Guards.

This heavy weapon was too powerful, so Zhou Feng could only have it controlled by people who had followed him from this world; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to leave it unattended.

"Huh? What's that?"

Zhao Yuanyan noticed Zhou Feng's subordinate's actions immediately.

Although he didn't recognize heavy machine guns, he knew that Zhou Feng's men could always produce extremely powerful weapons.

Upon seeing this unfamiliar thing, he felt a sudden stirring in his heart and silently slowed his pace forward.

The generals who were protecting him noticed his actions, but the temptation of being granted a title and a high position by Zhao Yuanyan was too great, so they simply left the Eighth Prince behind and continued to advance with the crowd.

They were aware that Zhou Feng, the Protector of the Nation, possessed some skills.

But even if the other side has some skill, with so many people blocking their way, what are they afraid of?

As the Imperial Guards drew closer, Zhao Meng and Zhou Yuan exchanged a glance and simultaneously swallowed hard.

They must have operated this kind of heavy machine gun before, but they had never experienced using a heavy machine gun to mow down so many people.

In later generations, this would absolutely be condemned to death by humanitarian organizations!

But in this world, these guys wielding weapons are just enemies.

At worst, you can just treat this world as a VR game where you fight zombies and mow down enemies; that way, you won't feel too burdened.

Finally, after the Imperial Guards rushed into the range of the heavy machine gun, the two men pulled the trigger at the same time, and the distinctive muffled sound of the heavy machine gun immediately echoed throughout the entire street.

Zhao Yuanran hid behind the wall of a nearby house, gazing at the scene of battle from afar.

The sounds of the weapons Zhou Feng's men used this time were completely different from those before.

Although it sounded like a series of firecrackers at first, it ended very quickly.

This time was different; the deep, continuous rumble echoed incessantly in his ears.

The Imperial Guards at the very front fell down in rows, as if swept by an invisible giant scythe.

Even the heavily armored infantry at the front were not spared; bullets pierced through thin iron armor and human bodies as easily as tearing paper.

Wherever it passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Some people lost their entire arms, while others were shot in the waist and their bodies were severed in two, with their upper and lower bodies falling to the ground.

Internal organs mixed with blood were splattered on the bluestone slab, emitting a nauseating, bloody stench.

The screams were continuous, but were mostly drowned out by the gunfire.

In just a few dozen seconds, hundreds of Imperial Guards had fallen at the front, their bodies piled on top of each other, limbs connected together, and blood gushing down the cracks in the bluestone slabs, forming a small stream.

Some of the Imperial Guard soldiers who followed couldn't stop themselves from stepping into the pool of blood. When they looked down, they saw churning entrails and corpses with open eyes at their feet. Some knelt down on the spot and began to vomit, while others dropped their weapons and ran away.

Many more people were frozen in place by this terrifying scene, unable to move, their legs shaking wildly as if they had Parkinson's disease, completely out of their control.

Finally, the fire from the two heavy machine guns stopped.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, then a chorus of vomiting and wailing erupted from the Imperial Guards.

Those Imperial Guard soldiers who were still alive knelt on the ground in droves, as if their bones had been removed, their hands covering their heads, trembling and weeping.

Faced with this scene, they didn't even have the courage to look up.

Zhao Heng, standing on the city wall, was also deathly pale. The instant the heavy machine gun fired, he moved closer to the window and peered through the crack to observe the situation outside.

But at this moment, his hands, which were gripping the window frame, were trembling, and his fingernails were digging into the edge of the window. Even though blood was seeping out, he dared not let go.

The scene below was indeed disgusting, but he was the emperor of the Song Dynasty. No matter how bloody the situation, he could not be allowed to lose his composure in front of his ministers!

But amidst the stench of blood, Zhao Heng suddenly caught a whiff of a foul, fishy smell. Turning his head, he saw Qi Mu lying sprawled on the ground, a dark, damp stain on his crotch.

He originally wanted to see what was happening below, but he was terrified by the hellish scene and couldn't control his bladder anymore.

At this moment, Xiao Qinyan wanted to shout a few words to persuade him to surrender, but his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times and he couldn't make a sound.

In this scenario, it's not just the enemy who's afraid, but also their own people.

Apart from Chen Xiao and the other elite soldiers, as well as the special forces sent later, even the experts found it hard to accept the current situation.

This also made Xiao Qinyan and Gao Hu, who had been hiding nearby and vomiting for a long time, extremely admire Zhou Feng's calmness.

What they didn't know was that Zhou Feng hadn't looked behind him at all after firing the shot.

The scene of heavy machine guns sweeping through the crowd is easy to imagine.

Just like Zhao Heng, Zhou Feng didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates!