"boom!"
The grenade that landed under the turret exploded directly in the middle of the crowd, knocking those shirtless people holding spears and leather shields directly to the ground, and even blew up into the sky. Then came the second, and the third
The fourth, fifth... grenades exploded one after another, sending the stunned indigenous people flying into the air.
In the violent explosion, dozens of black and thick smoke quickly rose from the crowd. Amidst the gunpowder smoke, natives were constantly blown away. The gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire battlefield for a while.
"ah……"
Komatsu shouted at the top of his lungs, swung the heavy grenade in his hand several times, and threw it at it dozens of meters away.
A weighted grenade weighing one kilogram could actually only be thrown a dozen meters away, but it was like a hammer. When it fell, it directly smashed the head of a native, and then fell to the ground. Those who were charging
People don't even realize the danger. In their perception, it may be a hammer, and they don't even try to slow down or escape.
Suddenly accompanied by a violent explosion, the weighted grenade exploded in the middle of the crowd, blowing up a huge cloud of smoke and dust. Before the smoke and dust fell, a group of natives fell in the center of the explosion. In the darkness, they were everywhere.
There was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The soldiers on the guard tower waved their arms and smashed another round of grenades into the surging crowd. At this time, the grenades seemed to be more effective than guns, and each explosion could blow up the natives into pieces.
Amidst the whistling of steel fragments, the frantically shouting natives all scrambled to retreat, trying to get away from the grenades. At this moment, gunshots rang out, and the natives holding rifles suppressed them with rifles.
They caught the soldiers dropping bombs on the turret, forcing the soldiers to lie behind the protective wall and throw grenades. Naturally, there was no accuracy.
"Use more dynamite!"
The natives are upright. If one explosive pack fails to blow up the turret, then replace it with two. If two don't work...just add two more!
At this time, Panasonic directed the soldiers on the top of the sentry tower to put a round iron barrel on the tripod. Then, he sat directly on the tripod and pulled the gun bolt with all his strength.
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"chug……"
In an instant, rapid gunshots rang out, and a tongue of flame more than a foot long tore through the dark night. Bullets roared like raindrops and fell on the ground. In just a few minutes, a three-hundred-round bullet chain was fired.
As soon as the shot was finished here, the loader loaded the ammunition chain again.
Gunshots!
Rapid gunshots rang out again.
The weighted bullets roared like raindrops and tore the native's body into pieces, and then hit another body the moment they flew out.
What is a hail of bullets?
At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Panasonic was not clear, but along with the vibration when the bullet chain was violently torn apart, rounds of bullets poured out like raindrops.
In front of the turret, although the night blocked their sight, the soldiers could still hear the howling of ghosts and wolves in the darkness, which was the desperate howling of ghosts and wolves...
"Bullets, bullets..."
Matsushita shouted and fired. The water in the cooling cylinder of the Type 6 machine gun quickly boiled, and the hot steam seemed to block his sight. However, he did not stop shooting and continued to shoot.
"OMG……"
The soldiers leaning on the wall were all dumbfounded as they stared at the machine guns spitting flames.
In the past, they had witnessed the firing of the Type 6 machine gun, but it was only a few dozen shots. It was almost a normal shooting training.
In addition, the machine guns have always been kept in the safe in the armory, and will only be taken out during battles. This is also the biggest secret of the guard towers - every guard tower has a machine gun.
If it were replaced by a five-year-old Gatling, this would be almost impossible!
Although the five-year-old Gatling gun costs 2,100 yuan each, the supporting generator costs 1,200 yuan and the backup battery costs 100 yuan.
This also means that equipping a machine gun requires an investment of 3,400 yuan. Even a wealthy empire cannot afford such a sky-high price.
In comparison, the unit purchase price is "only" 1,185 yuan, but apart from that, there is no need for additional expenses such as generators. One Gatling can buy three six-year-old models. The military is naturally happy to purchase this kind of high-quality products.
A cheap weapon.
Of course, because it is still kept secret, the six-year-old machine gun is not equipped on a large scale. Each regiment is only equipped with one machine gun company, but this does not prevent the military from distributing the six-year-old machine gun in specific areas.
Just like at the border guard tower, with the six-year-old machine gun, it is enough to make all attackers kneel down and sing "conquer".
Although the machine gun firepower seemed powerful, it did not make Saidi Mubarak Sultan feel intimidated.
"It's just a machine gun. Let them rush forward. As long as there are enough people, the machine gun will run out of bullets..."
For this Tianfang Sudan, those black people are not people at all in his eyes. Not to mention him, even Mahdi, who launched an uprising in the name of "jihad", is also like this, talking about liberating slaves.
, but still robbed and sold slaves.
"Tell them that by killing those "infidels" everyone can get the protection of the true God, and the true God's paradise is waiting for them..."
Like the Mahdi, the Ming Dynasty, as a foreign colonizer, was also regarded as a "heathen", even more hateful than the British - the British did not force them to change their beliefs, but the Ming Dynasty was as hateful as the Russians and the French, and even had
Nothing less.
Driven by the monks and yearning for heaven, the simple-minded natives once again shouted and rushed towards the gun tower. They shouted crazily.
"Crazy, crazy, what kind of lake is this? Why are they so crazy..."
The soldiers on the turret looked at the natives with spears in their hands in surprise. Listening to their shouts, they didn't know whether it was a pot lake or a human lake, but one thing was certain.
Under machine gun fire, people... will definitely be reduced to pieces.
"Da da……"
Panasonic, who was operating the machine gun, kept pulling the trigger, trying to use bullets to stop the natives who were howling like crazy and rushing towards him. Under his feet, bullet casings had already piled up like a mountain, and empty bullet chains were scattered everywhere.
land.
"Hurry up and load the bullets, don't be idle..."
In his shouts, the soldiers tried their best to press bullets into the empty bullet chains. Boxes of bullets were carried up to the turret, and bullet chains were loaded into the machine guns one after another. Panasonic, who was operating the machine gun, could only feel his fingers.
He was almost numb, but he still pulled the trigger.
At this time, he completely ignored whether there was water in the cooling water tank, and just kept shouting after finishing another bullet chain.
"The bullet chain! Quickly load the bullet chain!"
While the deputy shooter was changing the bullet chain, the soldier on the side quickly poured water from a bottle into the cooling water cylinder. Although the rising water vapor blocked his sight, there was no need to aim at all now, as long as he aimed at the approximate location.
Just shoot.
Bullets swept towards the crowd like raindrops. At this time, the crowd rushing up was no longer a crowd, but a sea of people!
It is an ocean composed of thousands of people, and those bullets are just hundreds or thousands of water droplets, but this water droplet is fatal...
This chapter has been completed!