He understood the feeling of the vomiting soldier. In the hands of the machine gunner, one hundred and thirty rounds of bullets were fired in one minute, and the Indian coalition forces on the opposite side were so dense that the bullets could hit the target even if they were fired randomly. As the enemy
The distance to the infantry fighting vehicle is getting closer and closer, and the machine gunner's hit rate is getting higher and higher.
For a machine gunner on an infantry fighting vehicle, he has to kill someone with his own hands almost every second.
What is the concept of killing a living person in one second? It takes seventeen or eight years for a man to grow up to be able to take up arms and go to the battlefield. This requires the nurturing of parents and the teaching of teachers. From a newborn baby boy to a
A warrior sprinting on the battlefield doesn't know how much hardship he has to go through?
The laughter of playing in the countryside, the fluttering by the river, the throbbing of seeing the opposite sex you like, and every training of wielding weapons are all precious memories for a person.
But the difficult experience of more than ten or even twenty years ended in just one second in front of the Gatling gun.
Life is just a number worth noting in front of epoch-making weapons.
The machine gunner had been shooting for half a minute and had already killed more than 20 living people. Even the butchers in the market had never killed pigs and sheep with such efficiency. How could a machine gunner who had not killed a few people not kill a few people?
vomit?
However, Li Dingguo was now worried that the machine gunner would vomit and delay the battle.
After all, there were too many Indian coalition forces, and Li Dingguo did not want to see any Gatling gun stop firing, giving the enemy a chance to rush into the infantry fighting vehicle.
Li Dingguo pointed to Li Laosi and pointed out the location of the vomiting machine gunner.
Li Laosi frowned. He waved his hand and asked the trumpeter to blow the horn to boost morale.
The machine gunner who was lying next to the tank and vomiting suddenly heard the sound of the horn and was stunned. He quickly wiped his mouth and got back into the tank. Even if he vomited out his intestines, he still had to carry out the order on the battlefield. Soon,
The machine gun on the tank spewed flames again.
The soldiers of the Indian coalition forces were shot by machine guns for half a minute, and they had already suffered heavy losses.
The Indian soldiers felt a little stunned. After dozens of seconds of shooting, the soldiers who had just screamed and rushed up all had panic expressions. This kind of epoch-making massacre was something that no one had ever seen before, and for those who were massacred
For the crowd, the shock was indescribable. The faces of the Central Asians on the opposite side widened their eyes, and their charging pace also slowed down a lot.
The incomprehensible roars of the Central Asians on the battlefield were much weaker, and the rattling machine guns were even more harsh.
Boss Wei stretched out his head again and looked at the situation on the other side of the battlefield. He exposed half of his eye from behind the tank to minimize the possibility of being shot by Indian coalition soldiers.
He saw a tall officer among the increasingly cowering Indian coalition forces, holding a machete high and roaring loudly at the front of the battlefield to boost morale.
The officer was wearing an exquisite Persian plate armor. Although Persian armor was not famous in history, Persia in the seventeenth century actually had armor-making technology that was not inferior to that of Europe. Because of the slow development of firearms in Central Asia, ten
Persian steel armor in the seventh century reached the pinnacle of armor history.
The helmet on the head of this Central Asian officer is called a Turban helmet, and the armor on his body is a typical jawshan armor-the bottom layer of the body is leather armor, and the outside of the leather armor is a layer of iron plate armor. The joints of the plate armor are
It consists of chain armor, but is protected by hard iron plates on the chest, waist, abdomen and thighs. There is a very thick round breast shield on the left chest.
However, these hard protections can only resist swords, and are just a joke in front of the large-caliber Gatling guns of the 19th century.
This morale-boosting officer immediately attracted the attention of a machine gun, and the fire-breathing Gatling aimed at him. Boss Wei only saw blood splattering around the officer.
The machine gun that fired at a distance of more than 100 meters did not hit the officer at first, but instead killed other Central Asian soldiers around the officer.
To the left of the officer, a thin soldier wearing a white turban was hit in the face by a bullet. A flower bloomed on his face in an instant, and he fell to the ground without saying a word. Next to the thin soldier, a man was about to raise his hand.
The Persian soldier who was shot by the gun suddenly trembled and fell forward. He was hit continuously under the right rib and in the lower abdomen, spurting out scarlet blood.
To the right of the officer, a soldier holding a Persian flag suddenly shook his forearm. His entire right wrist was hit by two consecutive bullets and was broken alive, leaving only a little bit of flesh attached.
The machine gun bullets that randomly fired around the Persian officer sprayed countless blood on the soldiers' bodies. In just seven or eight seconds, six or seven Persian soldiers were killed by the machine gun aimed at the Persian officer. In Boss Wei's field of vision
Looking at it, it looked like a huge bloody flower blooming around the Persian officer.
The soldiers around the Persian officer were all panicked and did not dare to rush forward. Many of them lay on the ground, trying to reduce the probability of being shot by machine guns in a prostrate posture.
The roaring Persian officer had a look of fear on his face. However, as a Central Asian nobleman, he did not lie down on the ground at the moment of the charge to boost morale.
Then, machine gun fire hit him.
Four consecutive rounds of 9.6mm machine gun bullets hit the Persian officer, causing sparks to fly from the Persian plate armor. Even the thick goggles could not protect against the copper conical bullets in the metal cartridge cases.
The sparks from the metal collision spurted out bright red blood, and four bloody holes opened up on the Persian officer's chest and stomach in an instant.
The Persian officer stared at his bloody belly, then his body went limp and fell on the grassland.
On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Indian coalition were like weeds that had hit the lawn mower, falling to the ground one by one.
On the hill, Abbas II shed two tears in his blood-red eyes.
The Gatling gun only fired for a minute, but this minute was so long for the Persian emperor.
For just one minute, it seemed that the dream of Persian rule over the entire India and expansion of the Safavid dynasty to an unprecedented degree was about to be shattered.
Where is the fire-breathing Gatling gun? It is simply a human weapon that specializes in killing.
Abbas II stared at the situation on the battlefield, and his whole body had lost its bearings.
At this time, the firepower of the Gatling gun was too fierce, and the fire from 600 guns completely dominated the battlefield. The Indian coalition forces on the battlefield could not rush up, but they could not retreat. Because hundreds of thousands of people attacked the defense circle formed by tanks.
They have lost their formation. Once they retreat at this time, these hundreds of thousands of people will be completely defeated.
But they could not retreat, and Abbas II could not find a way to approach the infantry fighting vehicles.
Gatling on the battlefield was harvesting lives at a speed far beyond the times. In just one minute, more than 20,000 of the 170,000 Indian coalition troops had fallen in front of Gatling machine guns. The morale of the Indian coalition forces was already shaky.
Obviously, the result of fighting like this is failure.
Abbas II's body trembled violently. He looked at the battlefield in the distance with a telescope, but there was nothing he could do.
