Although the sound of the whistle frightened many horses, some people still rushed over on horseback regardless of the situation.
"beep……"
Amidst the deafening whistle, Juan rushed over desperately, swung his spear vigorously, and stabbed the monster in the head.
"Bang..."
The spearhead broke, and the man flew off the horse. Juan, who fell off the horse, was dumbfounded. Looking at the broken spearhead, the perseverance in his eyes turned into fear.
The tribe warriors who rushed up one after another were all like him, knocking down one after another in front of the monster. Some horses directly hit its wheels and were crushed into a ball of minced meat in an instant.
The air was filled with the sound of bones being crushed. Some people had half of their bodies crushed, and then they were screaming and howling in a pool of blood. The people who were knocked down could only let it crush them in despair.
On one's own body.
he came!
He came, Juan wanted to move, but he found that his legs couldn't move at all, as if they were cast by magic by this monster. They were limp and without any strength. He could only watch helplessly as it rushed towards him.
Come.
The ground trembled under its giant feet. When it rushed towards him, Juan was desperate and cried out in despair.
"Mother……"
Fear, boundless fear filled Hu Xin's heart. He could only cry desperately and call for his mother. It seemed that only his mother could make him feel safe. But even so, what could he do? He fell on the
Juan, who was unable to move on the ground, could only cry like this, watching helplessly as the demon that rushed out of hell opened its "fire-breathing mouth" and slowly walked towards him.
Then, in the white anger and black anger, he was swallowed up little by little. The moment Juan felt himself being swallowed, he collapsed. He only felt hot in his crotch, and he peed out, and then his whole body
He lay on the ground like a fool, as if he was "swallowed" by the devil...
Juan was eaten by the devil!
After finally reining in his horse and calming his frightened mount, Manuel Namunza's eyes were filled with fear.
what is that?
he does not know.
It can breathe fire, spit smoke, and move. It is as huge as a house. In his roar, the bravest tribal warriors were frightened out of their souls. Even Juan was "sucked" by it.
Eat it.
This, is this the devil that came out of there?
despair!
Although there were thousands of Mapuche warriors around Manuel Namunza, and even though they only killed a few dozen people, even if those "devil's slaves" kept attacking him, for Manuel and others, including Manuel,
For all the Mapuche people, including El Namunza, what really scares them is not the musket.
But the fire-breathing demon!
A brave warrior rushed forward, but was knocked down by it. Before the warrior could get up, it tore him to pieces with its giant claws. The bones and flesh of horses and humans hung on its giant claws.
, it moved like this, slowly walking towards them.
"They are devils..."
The fear of unknown events made these brave Mapuche people choose to escape. Fear will spread. When someone chooses to escape, others will follow suit. One after another Mapuche people are frightened by "monsters"
They cut people off and chose to escape. They turned their horses' heads and fled in the direction they came from.
"Chief, they have demon beasts, let's run away..."
Under the persuasion of his subordinates, Manuel Namunza also chose to escape. It would not be shameful to run away like this. Man cannot defeat the devil!
Just like how their ancestors used stone axes to face the Spaniards hundreds of years ago, although they bravely wielded stone axes and hockey sticks to kill the enemies, what was the use?
Man cannot defeat the devil!
"Master, master, they escaped, escaped..."
Feng Ping and the others shouted in surprise. No matter what, they never expected that the originally menacing native cavalry would actually escape like this.
"Follow me!"
Zhu Xianhai said.
"Ah...chasing? Chasing?"
Wang Anping turned to look at the young master, his eyes full of doubts.
"We can't run as fast as them."
"They are riding horses. When they run out of strength, chase them and fight them!"
Let Yu Yong chase the poor bandits!
Whether it was the military knowledge Zhu Xianhai obtained from the system or the education he received, they all told him how to win victory.
It is a complete and comprehensive victory!
Only in this way can we completely defeat these Mapuche people psychologically and make them full of awe of Nanhua.
"Wang Anping, you drive!"
While handing over the driving right to Wang Anping, Zhu Xianhai set up the powerful weapon on the left side of the "tank" - the Gatling gun!
In the past ten days, he has been studying the "Life Mall" and accidentally discovered some products that did not belong to 1861, such as the Gatling gun. It was originally supposed to be invented in 1862, but Zhu Xianhai noticed that
, the "time" in the mall seems to be equated with his survival time. In "The Life of a Slave Liberator", he lived until 1864, so there are some epoch-making products in the mall, such as this Gat
Lin machine gun.
The only shocking thing is that it is an early model from 1862. Not only does it use the generally powerful 0.58-inch copper case rimfire ammunition, but the quantity is also very limited. Not only is the purchase of the gun limited to one, but the bullets are also used once.
I can only buy two thousand rounds.
But that's enough.
"A tank paired with a machine gun is basically music paired with a stage, which is enough to make you good at singing and dancing!"
With a sneer, Zhu Xiancai shook the handle of the Gatling gun at the back of the Mapuche rider who fled more than a hundred meters away.
After a while, continuous gunshots rang out, and a group of Mapuche cavalry fell down amidst the intensive gunfire.
Instantly, everyone was stunned.
Wang Anning looked at the guy with several gun barrels in shock, "Good guy, this is too powerful!"
Just when he was surprised, he only heard Boss Zhu say.
"Pull the whistle!"
"Yes Yes……"
"beep……"
The "steam tank" sounded the whistle. Amidst the deafening sound of the whistle, the steam tractor slowly chased the fleeing Mapuche people. The bullets fired by the Gatling gun roared behind them...
Accompanied by the rapid sound of machine gunfire, the fleeing Mapuche people were immediately beaten and turned upside down. Maybe the steam tank could not catch up with them, but the machine gun bullets could.
The deafening whistle echoed across the grassland, and the sound of machine guns and explosions shook the entire grassland like thunder.