Chapter 322: : Banquet (medium)

The beloved prince stared blankly at the gunman, wondering if this was the federal commander that Yamamoto Ran repeatedly praised?
The Empire entered the Tianmen without spending a single shot. Hong Xiping was the key. He first ordered the army to lay down their weapons, and then helped Yamamoto to rectify the city defense and clean up the people's hearts. Recently, he was busy recruiting auxiliary troops to prepare to assist the Imperial soldiers in the battle.
This man is of great value to the empire. The Prince came here to compliment him, reward him, and use it as a model to strive for more people like him to appear.
Why is he pointing a gun at himself?
boom!
The second before the sound of the gunfire, the Prince was neither frightened nor angry, only a deep doubt. When the gunshot rang, he was hit by a fly, and his eyes were confused.
"... the gunman ..."
"Prince is attacked!"
"Hong Xiping!"
"alert!"
The ears were all screaming, the figures around him were shaking, the prince fell on the ground with his arms folded, and was embarrassed. Several guards rushed at the same time, using his body to protect him in the center. Until then, the prince Fang felt severe pain and saw blood.
His right shoulder was red with blood and his arm was still moving, indicating that the injury was not serious. From this point of view, when Hong Xiping fired before, at least two people at the scene responded in time, one smashed into the Prince's body, and the other did not know what to do, which caused the muzzle to move downwards. Only then will the bullet fired at the heart of the eyebrow hit the shoulder.
After a brief life-and-death horror, the Prince gave birth to infinite anger. Strangely, at this moment, his consciousness was abnormally clear, he not only had a clear understanding of the injury, but even inferred the course of the event.
There was a pile of people and a large pool of blood on the ground in front. Hong Xiping was pressed down by the people. At this angle, the prince just saw the other person's face and a hand holding a gun.
It was Hong Xiping's hand that was chopped off to the ground and trampled by several feet. It looked dirty and miserable. His head was pressed hard with his hands, his features were distorted, and his skin became reddish due to lack of oxygen.
It was in this case that the four eyes met and the prince understood Hong Xiping's eyes and understood the meaning contained in it.
Pride, satisfaction, and a little regret.
The anger of the prince reached its peak.
"let me go!"
The guards tried to take the prince away, but he firmly refused.
"Don't kill him."
Worried about Hong Xiping's death, the prince stood with his teeth and pushed hard to push the guard away.
"Be sure to live."
Just then, a second gunshot was heard at the scene.
boom!
It is still a strange kind of squeal. Metal bullets are pushed by huge impact forces, and they accelerate to kilometers per second in a short period of time, and then fly over the crowd and penetrate into the human body.
The chaotic situation at the scene suddenly stopped. The chaotic sound suddenly disappeared. The people around them turned around. The prince found that they were all looking at themselves with horrified eyes. The guards were panicked and desperate.
what happened?
The prince slowly lowered his head and looked at the red flower blooming on his chest, and his heart was slightly stunned.
Then he slowly fell to the ground and died slowly.
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"Murder!"
"Someone assassinated the Prince!"
"The prince is dead!"
In the sharp shout, there was a chaos in the peace. People were scrambling around like headless flies, and no force could restrain them. In an instant, the neat queue of military and police officers fell apart under the impact, and the officers screamed for help, and the soldiers fought for themselves.
In advance, the military has formulated several plans for possible attacks, and it stands to reason that no matter what happens, there are rules to go. Regrettably, when things really happened, the site encountered insurmountable difficulties, and all plans were empty talk.
The reason is simple, communication fails!
It wasn't a problem with one or two lines, it wasn't a channel problem, it felt like someone was saying a spell, and all of Tianmen's communications equipment went on strike at the same time.
In the information age, how much people rely on communication can be seen by looking at the situation on the scene. Countless people desperately shouted into the microphone at Taiping Road, Wude Building, and the underground control center, as if panic-stricken.
I will not know the soldiers, and the soldiers will not be able to contact the general. Suddenly I heard that the prince was assassinated, and then was rushed by the crowd. The degree of confusion can be imagined. Under such circumstances, the pingdao can sometimes hear gunshots, and people are constantly hitting the gun, causing more panic and more confusion.
"Shot, shoot me!"
In front of Wu Delou's door, Yamamoto Ron's eyes flushed, and he yelled at everyone who could hear.
"Suppression by force!"
Hong Xiping stabbed openly, and the prince died on his own. This account far exceeded the limit that his front commander could bear. If he can't do anything at this time today, the Emperor will not even have the chance to commit suicide in the future.
why?
what is this?
"Sir Commander, there are snipers ambushing around, there is a major problem with the command system, please go back ..."
"Get away!"
With a kick, the chief of staff broke away, and Yamamoto shouted desperately regardless of his personal safety.
"Fire on all those who don't wear military uniforms ..."
The words didn't end, a figure swooped over and knocked him along with a guard. At the same time, a life-like gunshot came from his ears. The guard who had previously blocked him rose into the air and fell on his back.
A bullet passed through his body, past the place where Yamamoto stood before, and finally broke a glass door. Suddenly, Yamamoto realized the feelings that the Prince had just experienced, and his face became pale.
The man who hit him was Hirabe. He didn't wait for Yamamoto to speak again. Hirabe Jiro grabbed his shoulder, dragged it halfway, and quickly retreated into the gate.
"Her commander, you have no role here, it will only make the situation more difficult to control."
On the one hand, Heibe waved behind him without having to open his mouth. The guards accompanying him consciously broke off and discharged the standard cover formation.
The trump card is the trump card. Suddenly, Hirabe Jiro was one of the few people on the scene who could make a correct response in time. Just now, he saved the prince once, but unfortunately afterwards he was busy transferring the women around him to the building, and watched the prince stabbed twice.
The prince died, and the commander couldn't have any more trouble, and Hirabe Jiro dragged him to find cover while he quickly sorted out his thoughts.
It was then that he heard an extremely familiar voice, which was precisely the prelude to some sort of disaster.
"No way?"
Hirabe Jiro's expression changed greatly, and he looked at Yamamoto Ron with incredible eyes.
"You too ... incompetent."
"What?" Commander Yamamoto just got up from the ground, embarrassed, and confused.
boom!
A violent explosion came from less than ten meters from the gate.
The concentration of energy erupted, such as a wall pushing flat around, many people flew up, some people fell, the doors of Wudelou were shattered, and countless particles were like dense rain.
Hirabe Jiro rushed out for the third time, this time not to save Yamamoto, but to use his body as a shield for the woman in the early building, blocking all flying debris.
Behind him, Commander Yamamoto fell over again because of the explosion. Fortunately, there was a guard to cover him. He was only hit by scattered fragments, and his life was worry-free.
"Cannon? Bombard!"
A life without worries does not mean nothing. After three or five times of life and death, the commander's spirit is unbearable, and he is no longer heroic.
"The federal army is here, they are siege!" He sat on the ground, stepping on the ground with his feet to make himself back, and shouting in his mouth.
"Hurry up, assemble the army! Stop, stop them!"
Panic like this shows that psychology tends to collapse. As the commander panic, the impact can be imagined. At this moment, Yamamoto was blank, but suddenly understood what Hirabe had just said.
After entering the Tianmen for nearly half a year, some people opened fire on the headquarters building!
No need to ask, it must be Hong Xiping, only he has this ability. Having said that, no matter how deliberately Commander Hong is thinking, how can this happen if it is not the incompetent commander?
Thinking of this, Yamamoto Ran was desperate, and not much of his reason was completely lost, leaving only the most basic survival instinct of life. Affected by it, Wu Delou was full of fright, and everyone was at a loss as if he was really surrounded by enemy forces.
Fortunately, there was another person at the scene.
"His Commander was wounded and took him to treatment. Here I am under command."
Realizing that Yamamoto could not count on it, Hirabe Jiro took the initiative and called together those who could be convened at the scene, quickly explained the current situation, and issued several instructions.
First, it is impossible for the federal army to enter the city. At best, there are a few special forces. What is happening now is just a small poke. In view of this, the headquarters building issued a red alert to activate the contingency mechanism.
Second, convene all soldiers in the vicinity and retreat to the Wude Building to ensure the safety of the headquarters.
Third, the information center was ordered to make an emergency investigation, focusing on whether one or two independent communication lines could be opened. Before the problem was resolved, a capable team was dispatched to the Prince's convoy as a means of transportation and immediately rushed to the barracks to convey instructions.
Fourth, the instructions given to the barracks were martial law throughout the city and no one was allowed in or out.
In the end, Hirabe Jiro looked around and said gently, "The general trend is in me. Please rest assured that nothing can happen."
When saying this, Hirabe Jiro secretly sighed, and seemed insincere. The people in chaos didn't notice this. When this kind of disaster happens, everyone subconsciously hopes that someone will show the way and looks forward to getting comfort. Hirabe Jiro's halo above his head is notorious and has enough prestige. Once the order was issued, the overwhelmed people took action and ran to different positions.
What's more, after some time, people find that the situation outside is not as bad as imagined. For example, the most alarming artillery fire, only a few times before there was no movement, it seems that at least it will not be an army attack.
Once the mind is stable, the headquarters resumes operation. The only problem is that the communication is lost, the streets are chaotic, and the execution efficiency is much lower than normal.
The Ministry of Peace has no way to solve this problem. It can only hope that the technical department will find the root cause quickly and solve it. After finishing all these things in front of him, he turned around and looked at the girl who came with him with apology.
"Sorry ... didn't scare you?"
"It's all right."
The girl laughed, sweet and enchanting.
"I feel pretty good."
"Huh?" Hirabe frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.
"I mean, you're amazing, you're doing well," the girl explained.
The flat department couldn't help laughing, shaking his head, waving his hands, and sighing.
"These people in Command are used to commanding in the room. Most of them have never been on the battlefield. Although the guards are good, but ... oh!"
"It's not good to be an official." The girl whispered in her ear: "The emperor's relatives, respect, superiority, bureaucracy, corruption, and also like to grab power."
"Forget it, don't say them ... let's go to the command center."
Hirabe Jiro didn't want to say more, and led the girl, thinking secretly while walking.
"Cannon Command! Such a bold plan feels like that person's style?"
As he stopped suddenly, his expression slowly became dignified.
"If it's him, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."
"What's wrong?" The girl asked.
"Uh? Nothing."
Hirabe Jiro came to his senses and shook his head.
"It's impossible, I think too much."
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