Ottoman Prime Minister Koprülü’s eyes were as wide as copper coins, and he used his binoculars to look at the Ottoman soldiers who fell one after another on the battlefield.
The beard on his lips was trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the wind or because the muscles in his face were trembling.
"Devil, this is the devil."
He really couldn't understand the kind of Gatling machine gun that kept spitting fire and swept across the soldiers in front like the autumn wind sweeping down the fallen leaves. After all, this was still the middle of the seventeenth century. Before Li Zhi appeared, soldiers from Europe and Central Asia were still there.
Use matchlocks and swords and bows.
However, at this time, Li Zhi brought the rotating machine gun into this era.
Koprülü felt panicked as his world view was impacted. He was fifty-three years old, and originally thought that he was a battle-hardened veteran who could fully grasp all the situations on the battlefield. However, seeing the acceleration of the barrel rotation,
Tling gun, Koprulu suddenly felt that he was so ignorant.
It can be said that he knew nothing about Li Zhi's army and the war that was completely changed by Li Zhi.
After a few seconds of silence, he put down the telescope in panic and said in a panic: "Shah, if you rush forward like this, you will die!"
Indian Maharaja Baldeep was also breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling due to rapid breathing. His teeth were chattering because of the falling Indian soldiers in the telescope, and his whole person was in a state of extreme tension.
He suddenly knelt down in front of Abbas II and shouted loudly: "Shah, that fire-breathing gun is too terrifying. If we rush up like this, we will die in vain."
Abbas II looked at Baldip on the ground in panic, and then he looked up at the battlefield to the south.
His fist tightened and then loosened, then loosened and tightened, but finally he clenched it tightly.
"You can only charge! Shoot and charge at the same time. If you retreat, you will collapse."
He shouted angrily: "Blow the trumpet, speed up the charge! Charge up and blow up those tanks!"
When the Central Asian nobles around heard Abbas II's words, their faces turned pale for a moment.
But no one dared to disobey Abbas II's order, and the flag order and horn urging the army to speed up the charge were soon sounded.
The Central Asian soldiers who fell like dominoes in front of the machine guns on the battlefield shouted to kill and launched an even more fierce charge with various rifles.
They tried to charge and shoot at the infantry fighting vehicle at the same time. However, the thick armor of the infantry fighting vehicle was not afraid of the bombardment of Mini rifles. At most, Mini bullets left a few shallow marks on the vehicle body.
The only hope of victory for the Central Asian soldiers is to rush in front of the infantry fighting vehicle and explode it with gunpowder.
But this hope is so slim.
Boss Wei stuck half of his head out of the front of the tank, his eyes forced to squint slightly because of the flames of the Gatling gun.
The scene of massacre on the battlefield made him open his mouth.
The tanks formed a circle with a circumference of only seven or eight miles. However, within this distance of seven or eight miles, there were 600 heavy machine guns firing at a rate of 130 rounds per minute. Not counting flying shots.
For any Indian coalition soldier in the front row, a bullet will hit him if he runs forward for six or seven seconds.
In six or seven seconds, an infantryman holding a musket can only advance 20 meters.
So the situation on the battlefield was that the Central Asian soldiers who were shot by machine guns fell one after another like sandbags under the muzzle of the rattling machine guns.
If the damage caused by rifle shooting is burst, the volley damage caused by machine guns is even more frightening. The Gatling gun barrel on the infantry fighting vehicle shakes left and right while rotating, and wherever the bullet rain hits, India
Allied soldiers were shot in rows.
The machine gun fired a sweep, and the bullets exploded a series of blood sprays on the soldiers, which looked like a connected blood line.
The Indian coalition's attempt to speed up and rush in front of the infantry fighting vehicles can only be a ridiculous fantasy in the face of epoch-making weapons.
Boss Wei's eyes widened as he watched the Gatling gun destroy everything on the battlefield. He saw a tall Central Asian soldier holding a crescent flag sprinting forward, and then only saw a ball of red stuff.
In a flash, the tall soldier was shot and staggered forward.
Then the soldier operating the machine gun apparently shot misdirectedly, causing the machine gun's firing line to sweep onto the ground. Like a barrage of cannons, the ground next to the Central Asian soldier was shot by machine gun bullets, and dirt kept shooting out.
A line. Then after a while, the shooting line was re-directed to the body of the Indian coalition soldier. Next to the Central Asian soldier, a brown-skinned Indian soldier was shot in the chest, causing blood to bloom.
Before Boss Wei saw the Indian soldier fall to the ground, two Ottoman soldiers holding Mini rifles to the right were also shot in the body. One was shot in the head, the other was shot in the thigh, and blood spattered everywhere.
Next is a Persian soldier holding a matchlock.
Then Boss Wei saw the firing point of the machine gun and continued to sweep to the right. More enemy soldiers on the right fell to the ground. It felt like an invisible god of death holding a sickle and drawing across the Indian coalition front.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere wherever he went.
Six hundred Gatling guns kept breathing fire, and the same scene kept playing out on the entire battlefield.
With 600 machine guns, the auxiliary soldiers who followed the infantry fighting vehicles became completely spectators. They only had to watch the fire-breathing Gatling performance.
Li Laosi stood on the high ground in the distance and was also stunned by the destruction of the infantry fighting vehicles.
After all, Li Laosi has only seen a few machine gun shooting performances on the training ground, and has never actually seen a machine gun fire on real soldiers. Li Laosi knew that the scene of machine gun fire would be very bloody, but he did not expect that it would be very bloody in the end.
Such a massacre.
Six hundred machine guns completely dominated the battlefield.
The machine gunner in the tank pulled the machine gun and fired back and forth, pouring bullets into every corner of the front. The Indian coalition soldiers rushed up and were hit by the machine guns. They fell down line by line, and then the people behind rushed forward.
Then he was shot down by the hail of bullets swept back, and fell down piece by piece.
Li Dingguo, who was standing aside, was even more stunned. He held the telescope and stared at the bloody scene on the battlefield without saying a word.
This was the most efficient mass murder in human history.
In Li Dingguo's telescope, the corpses of the Indian coalition forces were produced in batches, swaying around on the battlefield and even blocking the footsteps of the soldiers behind them.
Li Dingguo suddenly saw an infantry fighting vehicle stop shooting, the door of the vehicle was suddenly opened, and a machine gunner rushed to the door and vomited outside the vehicle.
All the food taken into the stomach in the morning and noon was vomited out.
This kind of massacre was so cruel that even if the people facing them were tall-nosed and dark-eyed Central Asians and Indian natives, the soldiers who used machine guns to kill them felt sick.
