Chapter 251: Raging Fire
As the overlord of Mirzapur, the Tripathi family naturally has no shortage of thugs and lackeys.
As soon as Magob gave an order, the whole town began to commotion.
Two or three hours later, when the sun was rising, two or three hundred people had gathered at the gate of the manor.
Boxes of weapons were brought up and placed on the table. Most of them were homemade pistols from the factory, with plenty of ammunition.
The elite troops are equipped with all imported weapons, including AKs, submachine guns, automatic pistols... everything you can think of.
How could those thugs who used to only be able to wield knives hold back when they saw the table full of pistols and ammunition?
They came forward excitedly, grabbing and hugging, wishing they could take away all the weapons.
Yellow bullets were scattered on the ground, and the long wooden table was squeezed to the ground.
They are a mob, and they treat the sight of a gun like the sight of a woman without a sari.
Bang! Magob fired a shot into the air.
The crowd immediately quieted down. They looked towards the gate of the manor and saw the King of Mirzapur, Kalin, slowly walking up to the steps.
"Twenty years ago, the Tripathi family mercifully pardoned Tilaka's sins. But the traitor was not grateful. He hid in the filth, waiting for revenge. Just yesterday, my son, Ram! He was ambushed by Tilaka's men and killed in Chandari. Mahkob, bring him up."
The body of the male gunman was placed in front of everyone, and many elderly people in Mirzapur recognized who he was.
"The Tripathi family will not show mercy to the abuser this time!"
"Revenge! Revenge!" Everyone raised their guns and shouted.
Bang! Bang! Karin fired two shots into the air. "Sombadella, go!"
"Oh! Oh!" A group of people climbed onto the truck screaming, and then raised their guns and fired.
The crackling sound of gunfire rang out like popping beans. The residents of Mirzapur stood on both sides of the street, watching the convoy go away with expressionless faces.
Gunfire is heard every day in the vast land of Uttar Pradesh, especially in the crazy eastern part.
Everyone has long been accustomed to it. Even children don't have much fear of guns. It is part of their childhood.
Except for the necessary defensive forces, almost all the Tripathi family came out.
Eight trucks roared southward, unconcerned with the others, crowding onto the highway.
It was a hundred kilometers from Mirzapur to Sonbhadra, and Tilaka received the news before the Tripathi family crossed the border.
The two sides have been entangled with each other for so many years, and have already planted several spies in their respective lairs.
Tilaka was well prepared. The moment he learned that Ram had been shot, he anticipated Karin's reaction.
But he didn't regret it. He celebrated wildly in the manor last night and almost got drunk.
That was his most valued son, a hundred times better than that idiot Ram.
If Songbadra were handed over to him, he would be able to swallow up Mirzapur within five years.
Tilaka once suspected that the Tripathi family was too afraid of his son, so they placed explosives at the scene of the gunfight in advance, and were willing to kill him even if both sides would suffer losses.
They knew Ram was no match for them, so they cleared the obstacles for him in advance.
Now, you killed my best son, and I killed your only child, so we are even now.
After listening to the report from the spy, Tilaka hung up the phone and waved his hand.
The rumbling truck started up, and the team, which had been ready for a long time, set off immediately.
"What did the Sur family say?" Tilaka got into an off-road vehicle.
"They said they would not miss this great show." replied the assistant beside him.
"Humph, those cunning guys won't release the eagle until they see the rabbit."
Since they are allies, there is no reason for Tilaka not to make use of them.
The two sides agreed that if war broke out, they would attack the Tripathi family from both sides.
To be honest, Tilaka was not confident in fighting alongside the Sur family.
His only expectation for this "ally" is that he won't stab him in the back.
If there is a fight, Tilaka will do it himself.
The huge convoy raised a large cloud of dust as it headed north.
"Master! The Tripathi family has set off!" Muna hurried over from a distance.
"How many of them are there?" Ron asked.
"Eight trucks, at least three hundred people."
"Damn it, bro, it's a good thing I listened to you and didn't go straight in, otherwise we would be in big trouble!" Ratan gasped in pain.
"The foundation accumulated by generations is certainly not something that Crow and the others can compare to."
Ron was still a little frightened. The King of Mirzapur should not be underestimated.
If the two families were to confront each other, no matter what the final result was, they would suffer heavy losses.
Now, the two gang leaders in the north and south are fighting, and they can just stand by and watch.
What allies, two-pronged attack, just listen to it.
Ron just wanted to watch the show. The harder they fought, the better, and it would be best if a river of blood flowed.
If the time was right, he wouldn't mind taking them all away.
"What do you say, brother? Shall we set off now?" Ratan was a little impatient.
"Let's go and transport coal to the south." Ron got into the back seat of an off-road vehicle.
This is a new product that Ratan got. It is sturdy and durable, and is very suitable for the pristine dirt roads in Uttar Pradesh.
Following the off-road vehicle were two vans, and then more than a dozen heavy trucks running in the mine.
The truck bed is very high and you can't see clearly what's inside.
At first glance, it does look like a mine cart hauling coal.
This was Ron's idea. It could conceal the truth and be loaded with guns and ammunition.
The Sur Cement Plant has already obtained a coal mining license from the state government and has also reached an agreement with Tilaka, so wouldn’t it be reasonable for it to go and transport coal?
The only drawback is that there are many novices among this group of people who have rarely touched guns.
To put it bluntly, it's a mob.
There is no way, everyone knows the quality of Indian soldiers.
Three people were chasing hundreds of people.
Not only does the enemy refuse to surrender, but they also dare to fight back against me?
Well, just join in the fun.
The formation of more than ten dump trucks was very intimidating. My third brother, who usually liked to hitchhike on trucks, didn't dare to go forward.
Ron and his team's off-road vehicles were the fastest, and they galloped freely across the wilderness of Uttar Pradesh.
They started from the north of Mirzapur, crossed the entire county, and then went straight to Songbadra in the south.
However! When the convoy reached the town of Mirzapur, the SUV in front suddenly turned around and headed east.
There is a small copper factory there, some distance away from the town, and it is usually difficult for outsiders to get in.
The Tripathi family will set up sentries here, and anyone who approaches will be driven away except for familiar faces inside.
Today is an exception because most of the staff have been transferred by Karin.
They are going to fight with Tilaka. The two sides have been fighting for decades. This time they are going to get serious and cannot be careless.
The guards who used to carry AK-series submachine guns are no longer there. There are only a few older guys carrying rifles and chewing betel nuts at the factory gate.
The elite troops are not here, that’s great!
Ratan directed the off-road vehicle to drive uphill to occupy a favorable position. Then more than a dozen large trucks lined up in front of the factory gate.
The guards looked stunned, completely confused as to what was going on.
They thought that the truck in front of them was Kalinbai and his men returning. Hadn’t they just left not long ago?
The truck bed was very high, and the guards didn't notice anything unusual.
Some of them wanted to come forward and question him, but Ratan suddenly got out of the car.
He looked around leisurely while wearing sunglasses, then lit a cigarette as if no one was around.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The guard took the rifle from his shoulder.
"Demolition." Ratan blew out a smoke ring.
"What?"
He stopped talking and just turned his back to the truck and waved in the direction of the factory.
Boom! Boom! The truck bed panels dropped one after another.
It was not until this time that the convoy revealed its hideous side.
Densely packed gun muzzles were pointed at the factory, and in the middle of each truck there was a mounted Bren light machine gun.
The guard gasped and his eyes widened.
He wanted to shout, but it was too late!
Ta-ta-ta.
The dense sound of mechanical collisions rang in my ears, and more than a dozen trucks suddenly shot out orange-red chains of fire.
The guards at the gate didn't even have time to react before they became sieves.
Merciless chains of fire tore through the air, and clouds of blood mist exploded in the factory yard. Workers and guards fell one after another.
Someone ran out of the workshop with a gun, but before he could even leave the house, he was knocked away by the huge impact of the bullet.
There were clanging sounds everywhere, occasionally accompanied by the sound of breaking glass and the screams of workers.
Some people wanted to rush out from the side, but the people in several vans had already surrounded the factory.
They were holding submachine guns, so they didn't need to aim, just shoot.
Whether you hit someone or not is another matter. The important thing is to build up your courage and see blood.
Well, many of these people are novices, and Kalin’s military factory is the training ground.
Ratan made another gesture until no one else came out of the workshop.
Light machine guns were raised, but they continued firing. Hundreds of people, suppressing the enemy with overwhelming firepower, slowly approached the factory.
With someone's cover, the experienced gunman quickly eliminated the remaining enemies in the factory.
"Master, everything is clean." Someone came forward to report.
"Take the bullets, and deal with the rest of the junk yourself."
The crowd cheered; it was time for them to collect the spoils.
Don't be fooled by the shabby appearance of the homemade pistol, but it can be sold for a thousand rupees, which is a lot.
Of course, the corpse lying on the ground would also be searched as usual, and there would always be some loose rupees.
"It's almost time." Ron got out of the SUV.
"They won't finish the fight that quickly." Ratan shook his head indifferently.
"The town should have heard the gunshots here, just in case a quick resolution is needed."
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." Ratan whistled.
Soon, the men filed out of the factory, each holding arms full of spoils, with smiles on their faces.
"Send this damn place to heaven." Ratan waved his hand and got into the car.
The rumbling convoy started again, and before it had gone far, a deafening explosion was heard behind it.
The entire arsenal was engulfed in fire.
Ratan and his men don't even need to prepare gunpowder, as there is plenty of it in the arsenal.
This is perfect, making the best use of everything.
Ron also breathed a sigh of relief after destroying the Tripathi family's arsenal.
How can there be any enemies in a place where weapons are constantly manufactured?
It's true that they promised Tilaka to attack from both sides, but it should be no problem to take out the arsenal along the way.
There will definitely be such a good opportunity in the future.
The convoy continued its journey and was about to reach the border of Songbadra in just an hour.
Suddenly, Ratan, who was cleaning his gun, stopped.
"Did you hear that?"
"What?" Ron turned around.
"There's gunfire!" Ratan patted the front driver's seat. "Go to that high ground."
The closer you get to the east, the more hilly the terrain becomes. Only in this type of landform can minerals be found.
The off-road vehicle roared and rushed towards the small hill in the front right. Seeing this, the vans behind it also followed.
The experienced Doji did not drive the car to the top, but slightly behind it by half a body length, so as to cover their bodies.
Ron and Latan got out of the car, took two steps forward, and found the highest point of the hill.
The view in front of me suddenly became clear, and the flat land was very lively at this moment.
Two people, one from the south and one from the north, bumped into each other on the road.
When enemies meet, they are especially jealous of each other.
What else is there to say? Let's get started.
The two groups were fighting fiercely, with the ditch for irrigating farmland as the boundary and bushes, earth slopes and trucks as cover.
"Brother, do you want to rush down?" Ratan gasped excitedly.
"Let's take a look first." Ron turned his head. "Wait, what are you holding in your hands?"
"This?" Ratan shook the thing in his hand. "Bren light machine gun. I didn't have time to enjoy it just now. I'm still saving my energy."
"Brother, do you think you are a soldier charging into battle?" Ron was stunned.
Look at the opposite side, there is a fierce battle between hundreds of people, bullets are flying everywhere, if you get hit by them accidentally, how bad would that be?
"Those toys can't hurt me at all," Ratan said unconcernedly.
Eighty percent of the two groups that were fighting were shooting at each other with pistols.
Maybe they are homemade pistols. AKs and submachine guns are in the hands of the ten or so most elite people.
Ratan was very direct. He used the British Bohemian broadsword right from the start and was ready to kill everyone.
"Brother, I have prepared two thousand bullets. Even if the accuracy is not so good, it should be enough." Ratan was full of confidence.
"Don't be in a hurry. At least wait until they decide the winner." Ron held him back.
If a third party suddenly appears at the scene of a gunfight, it might be targeted by the other two.
The relationship between the Sur family and them is very delicate. The Tripathi family has not completely broken off relations, and Tilaka is not trustworthy.
The safest way is to let the fisherman benefit while the snipe and the clam fight.
Let them fight for a while longer, it would be good to consume more manpower.
The two men squatted on the top of the mountain, watching the gunfight scene quietly.
Both sides suffered casualties, and corpses were lying everywhere in the farmlands and small ditches.
A rough count showed that there were probably hundreds of them, which might be the result of the submachine guns harvesting when the two sides met.
But now, everyone is so disgusting.
"Damn it, we've been fighting for a long time and few people have fallen down. Are they just flirting with each other?" Ratan cursed anxiously.
"Oh, they are all idiots!" Ron also sighed.
I guess the brutality at the beginning scared both sides, and now they are very cowardly.
They were cautious with each other and the fight was very tense. It looked like hundreds of people were fighting fiercely, but in reality, they were just weaklings fighting each other.
Many people don't even aim when they shoot, they just fire a volley of bullets.
Take the AK for example. The shooters raise it above their heads, hide in cover, and then fire randomly across the area.
All the bullets hit the farmland, and with the sound of "puff, puff", the mud splashed high, but the actual damage was zero.
Not to mention the homemade pistols. Those who fired the guns gritted their teeth, stretched their arms out, and tried their best to hide their heads.
They were afraid that the gun would explode, so they had to keep important things away from the place where there was fire.
After firing a few bullets, he was still howling while reloading, as if the battle was very fierce.
If they fight like this, the winner may not be decided even after dark.
"Let me do it!" Ratan picked up the machine gun and aimed.
Click! Click! Click! Click.
A heavy, dense, and oppressive muffled sound was heard, and the ditch between the two warring parties seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, with mud and water splashing more than ten meters high.
The violent sound of metal clashing and the hiss of bullets tearing through the air sent chills down the spine of those who listened.
The sudden change frightened both sides of the battle so much that they lay on the ground motionless.
"What's going on?" Ron turned around.
Ratan was also staring down in amazement, he didn't fire a shot at all.
No, I didn't have time to shoot.
The light Bren machine gun didn't make that sound, nor was it that powerful.
The two people who reacted immediately lay down and looked around.
"Over there!" Ron pointed.
To the east, another convoy rushed out from the dust.
That was no ordinary convoy. They all had uniform paint jobs and heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs.
Ron and Latan looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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