The long Persian horn sounded on the battlefield, and with the waving of the command flag on the top of the hill, the Indian coalition forces due south received the iron-blooded order of Abbas II.
Fight out of the trenches!
The soldiers of the Indian coalition became nervous one by one, looking at the approaching steel chariots.
It is very risky to rush forward to fight at this time, because as soon as you leave the trench, you will lose your bunker, and you may have to shoot at the soldiers behind the opposite tank in the wilderness. Of course, the Indian coalition forces had a premonition that there would be guns aimed inside the tank.
Here, if you rush out, you may be shot by these cold guns.
But if they don't rush out, if the Indian coalition soldiers stay in the trench, they will be defeated by the overcoming tanks. The number of soldiers on one side of the trench is very small, with a maximum width of two soldiers per meter, and
Such a thickness obviously has no chance of winning against a steel chariot.
Only by collectively attacking the tanks on the opposite side with all the soldiers from the south can an encirclement be formed and the superior strength of the troops be used to overwhelm the 600 tanks. There are only 20,000 auxiliary soldiers behind the tanks, while the Indian coalition has a full 10 soldiers due south.
70,000, and 20,000 surrounded by 170,000. It seems that the chances of victory are great.
Even if there are cold guns on the tank, how many guns can there be in 600 tanks? According to the Indian coalition's understanding of rifles, one shot in twenty seconds is a high rate of fire. Even if there are ten guns in each tank
There are only 600 guns for 600 chariots. One hundred and seventy thousand people can confidently rush to the chariots with this kind of firepower.
When the time comes, the gunpowder barrel is stuffed under the chariot, and the chariot can fly into the sky.
So after weighing the pros and cons, the Indian coalition officers in the south understood the current situation and became red-eyed.
These Central Asian nobles howled, brandished the world-famous Persian scimitars, and led the soldiers in the trenches to rush out of the trenches. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Central Asians rushed out of the entire front line of more than 20 miles due south.
Soldiers, holding various rifles and even holding gunpowder, charged into the Tiger Army's chariot group.
Li Laosi held the telescope and looked at the Indian coalition forces on the opposite side and smiled.
Li Laosi had to admit that Abbas II, who commanded the Indian coalition forces, was a qualified commander. When the phalanx of infantry fighting vehicles was about to crush the trench, the commander gave up the seemingly safe but actually fragile trench and began to use the most brutal force.
It is also the most effective way to attack the prince's most sophisticated new weapons.
But these Persians did not understand that the infantry fighting vehicle was not a simple armored vehicle. There was a rear-mounted gun on the body of the infantry fighting vehicle.
There is also a Gatling gun.
Li Laosi put down the telescope.
Looking from his angle, he saw hundreds of thousands of Persians rushing towards the steel infantry fighting vehicles like an endless swarm of ants in the distance to the south.
Shimazu Mitsuhisa shook his head and said: "These stupid people, they know nothing about power."
Li Laosi looked at Shimazu Mitsuhisa and was silent for a few seconds.
Then he couldn't help laughing.
On the front of the battlefield, 600 infantry tanks faced the charge of more than 100,000 people. They adjusted their front and rear positions to form a semicircular square formation. Boss Wei and 20,000 other auxiliary infantry were surrounded by tanks in the middle.
A shooting formation was set up in the gap between the cars.
Boss Wei lay on the ground and aimed a new rifle with a metal bullet case at the densely packed Central Asian soldiers in front of him. However, before he could shoot, the grass in front of him was splashed with mud, and two bullets hit him one meter in front of his head.
The Indian coalition soldiers who rushed up were not bare-handed. They all held rifles in their hands. They would suddenly stand up and shoot as they walked. Compared with the 20,000 tiger soldiers behind the tanks, the number of Indian coalition forces was much larger.
The firepower is also much more intensive.
Boss Wei was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He did not dare to shoot at the densely packed enemy, but hid behind the infantry fighting vehicle.
With a chariot pressed against his back, he secretly thought that now he could only rely on the chariot to show off his power.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer little by little, and the Indian coalition soldiers who rushed up like ants gradually approached the circular formation of tanks where Boss Wei was.
Four hundred meters away.
Three hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
The long-awaited sound of machine gunfire suddenly rang out.
“Da da da da!”
"Da da da da da da!"
As the first infantry fighting vehicle opened fire, all the nearby infantry fighting vehicles opened fire on the Central Asian soldiers approaching from the right. The sound of machine guns that should not have appeared in this era rang out from all directions around Boss Wei, forming a deafening sound.
The sound of thunder. The sound had unimaginable penetrating power, and it immediately dominated the entire battlefield.
The barrel of the Gatling gun rotates at high speed, making a circular motion like a blender. Above the rotating barrel, the flame from the muzzle keeps spraying and trembling like a viper's letter. The smokeless gunpowder is in the barrel of the gun.
The flames produced by the deflagration illuminated the entire battlefield.
The emptied metal cartridge cases fell out from under the barrel with a crackling sound, scattered on the dirt floor, one hitting another, making a clanking sound under the sound of machine gun fire.
Six hundred Gatling guns were like six hundred fire-breathing monsters, firing dense rain of bullets at the surrounding Persian, Ottoman and Indian soldiers.
Where the machine gun pointed, the Indian coalition soldiers fell to the ground as if they were named.
The shooting accuracy of the Gatling gun is very limited. In fact, at a distance of two hundred meters, Li Zhi's Gatling gun cannot aim at all, and the bullets fired are almost scattered on a plane with an error of more than ten meters.
However, the actual situation is that Indian soldiers are pouring in like a tide, and the closer they are, the denser they are. There is no need to aim the machine gun. As long as they shoot into the crowd on the opposite side, a considerable part of the bullets will hit the Indian coalition soldiers without any suspense.
The soldiers of the Indian coalition forces wear Central Asian-style chainmail. The defensive capabilities of this chainmail are quite good. For ordinary soldiers who use bows and arrows, it is useless to hold this chainmail thirty meters away.
Method.
But in front of the large-caliber Gatling gun, these chainmails are as fragile as paper.
As soon as those 3 or 4 millimeter thick chain mail chain structures encountered the 9.6 millimeter machine gun bullets, they were immediately penetrated mercilessly and turned into broken wires. Then the bullets continued to go down, tearing the locks apart.
The animal skin armor underneath the armor pierced into the flesh and blood of the Central Asian soldiers.
Blood was like worthless water splashing on the bodies of the Indian coalition soldiers who were screaming and convulsing. Where the Gatling gun fired, the Indian soldiers fell to the ground one by one.
The battlefield surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Indian coalition soldiers is very wide, but when they rush to the vicinity of the infantry fighting vehicles, the encirclement is relatively small. In this small encirclement, 600 machine guns look like 600
The God of Death ruthlessly harvests the lives of the Indian coalition forces.
On the hill, the Ottoman, Persian and Indian nobles opened their mouths wide when they saw the scene in the south.
What is that rotating gun that keeps spitting fire? When did such a weapon appear in this world? What is such a continuous rate of fire?
Abbas II's eyes turned blood red, his originally calm face was suddenly filled with panic, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
