"Your Majesty!" the Prime Minister of Qi Country, gripping Jiang Xian's hand, ceaselessly called out on the rocking carriage. Behind them, the sound of guns from the Tang Country Paratroopers had already begun to ring.
"There are a lot of officials here!" a Tang Country Paratrooper observed Jiang Xian's carriage and also the disorderly crowd following behind it.
Among them were Qi Country's high-ranking officials, as well as the Princess of Qi Country, and there were also palace maids and attendants... With colorful attire, it was obvious that there were VIPs present.
Since there were VIPs, naturally, they were targets to either be killed or captured. Their forces were limited; they only needed Jiang Xian.
As for the lives of these others, they might as well be dog lives—useless to kill with one bullet, or maybe two.
"Chase them down!" Xiang Ziyu, who had unconsciously charged ahead, held his submachine gun and ran forward, throwing caution to the wind.
