Chapter 868: Section 573: Conflict (Part 4)
Returning to the other side of the street corner, Malin caught the special rifle that Fio pulled out of its space, glanced at the gap in the magazine to confirm the number of bullets, and then hung the bullet belt loaded with six magazines around his waist.
The machine gun platform ceased firing and began to move forward; Tuojin said goodbye to Malin and led his platoon to follow behind the platform.
Malin activated the teleportation channel, stepped into it, and a second later appeared atop the bell tower that had its top blown off. He kicked a half-human that pounced towards him off the bell tower and reversed the butt of his gun to knock over another middle-aged man who tried to get up.
Standing amidst the rubble, Malin turned his gaze to the young man lying on the ground, faintly breathing.
"Kareem Dole Vince, I remember awarding you a medal. I understand your loyalty to your family," Malin knelt on one knee beside the young man, gave him a Healing Spell, which couldn’t heal his shattered lower body, but at least made him feel a bit better.
"Yes, sorry... Your Excellency... I, I must... protect my family..." the young man struggled to speak while coughing up blood, he raised his hand that was missing most of its palm, but ultimately couldn’t complete his salute. Malin held his slipping hand and placed it on his chest.
Turning around, Malin who pulled a revolver from the young man’s waist aimed the gun at the man covered in debris, with ears still bleeding, who had completely lost his senses and was struggling to crawl towards him.
"Kareem... my child..." he called out the young man’s name until Malin pulled the trigger, ending the man’s suffering.
Putting the revolver, which was originally awarded to outstanding serving soldiers, back onto the young man’s chest, Malin stood on the edge of the bell tower, looking down upon the entire manor. Members of the Dole Vince family determined to resist were charging up the small defensive wall of the manor, and some were pushing an old muzzle-loaded mortar, hoping to get it onto the wall’s gun platform.
A good idea, but until the machine gun fired again sweeping across the entire side of the main gate wall, they still hadn’t managed to get the mortar up.
They finally gave up and turned the mortar towards the gate.