The first bullet on the bullet chain was pushed into the barrel of the gun, and then everything became logical. The first bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun with flames, and rushed towards the target less than 30 meters away from the muzzle.
Target.
It was already a very close target, and it was a densely packed crowd, so there was no need to aim at all. The appearance of heavy machine guns for the first time in history at least doubled the speed at which humans massacred their own kind.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug!" The undulating and torrent of gunfire suddenly silenced the noisy battlefield, and the originally tense battle situation became clear and clear with these continuous gunshots.
In just an instant, the bullets swept into the row of Alante soldiers standing in a row. The formation was so dense that they looked as if they were being guarded and standing in a row on the execution ground.
In fact, they do have about the same number of bullets that can fly thousands of meters as on the execution ground. They will not lose their penetrating strength due to the obstruction of armor. Many bullets hit the first person after penetrating them.
Wearing the armor of the second row of soldiers.
Blood splashed in the crowd and sprayed on the faces of the soldiers in the back row; the bullets were flying everywhere because they were blocked by the metal, and relied on their inertia to cut anything they encountered. People fell one after another, and only ten seconds passed.
Arant's phalanx of soldiers pushed back dozens of meters.
It's not that these soldiers had time to retreat, it's just that everyone in front of them is no longer standing. The ground is covered with the corpses of soldiers and the wounded who are still screaming, and those who have not yet fallen are still in the shape of bullets
Struggling in the heavy rain.
Frankie saw what was happening in front of him. He held his sword high and ordered the soldiers to charge before he could change his posture. He did not dare to make any moves. He saw with his own eyes that his soldiers were falling into pieces as if they were under magic.
It fell down like overripe crops in the field.
The bloody storm spread in the rain of bullets, destroying the faith of all the Alain soldiers at once. However, these Arant soldiers did not escape because they had no time to retreat.
Before these soldiers could turn around, they were already beaten into pieces by the bullets flying towards them. Because there were no tracer bullets, they could not even see the path of the bullets. They had their heads smashed and lay on their backs.
Fall to the ground.
While the Maxim heavy machine gun continued to spit out deadly tongues of fire, the second heavy machine gun was pushed up to the high ground while the Airan Hill soldiers gasped. Then, this death's banquet became even more
Be happy, so happy that it makes people despair.
"Thud, thud, thud!" Feeling the vibration of the machine gun, the deputy shooter knelt behind the steel plate and kept holding the bullet chain to the appropriate position. Then, as if there was a magic force, the bullets were sucked into the body of the machine gun and became scattered.
The bullet casings clattered to the shooter's feet.
The rate of fire of bullets has been increased to the point where rifles cannot catch up. The rate of fire of such a heavy machine gun is almost comparable to the firepower of a platoon or even a company. So when automatic weapons appeared, trenches became a way to save the lives of soldiers.
the only way.
In less than a minute, the phalanx of Arant soldiers blocking the gap was penetrated by bullets, and the entire battlefield was filled with corpses, just like the end of the world when the devil descended in a religious painting.
Then, the bullets rushed into the crowd of archers without armor or shields. The young men who had begun to collapse had bloody holes in their backs and fell down on the street, next to the corpses of their companions.
beside.
There was almost no way for the 2,000 people in front of them to survive, and the sound of machine gun massacre was continuous and steady. The grenadiers began to carefully cross the commanding heights on both sides of the machine guns, and then they saw a scene that made them vomit.
The corpses were pressed one after another, and blood flowed among the corpses. There was no cry or howl. The wounded who had just been beaten into a sieve had all the blood drained from their bodies before the massacre was over.
blood.
The two machine guns stopped shooting in tacit agreement, and hot steam came out of the muzzles. In the water tank connected to the water pipe under the muzzle, the sound of boiling water became weaker and weaker. The grenadiers of Eiland Hill raised their
Weapon, he walked unsteadily on top of the corpse.
Because there are too many corpses and the piles are too thick, people walking on the flesh need to be very careful. There is blood that has not dried up, and there are also corpses that have not stiffened. If you are not careful, you will fall down and be covered with blood.
The clothes will turn blood red.
"Hell!" cursed the battalion commander who climbed to the commanding heights with his long sword. He saw his wounded and the bodies of his men. However, when he climbed up the steep slope and saw the other side of the reverse slope,
, he involuntarily narrowed his eyes and frowned.
The power of industrial weapons has just shown a little shyness, and it has almost pushed human civilization to a cruel peak. Even the city burned by the dragon is far less bloody than the one before us.
"Ouch!" A soldier was lying on the edge of the collapsed city wall, holding on to the loose bricks and hunched over as he kept vomiting. He was a new recruit who had just entered the battlefield, and it was the first time he saw such a real victory scene.
The new recruit's retching sound made the other remaining soldiers turn pale and their stomachs became uncomfortable. It was also the first time for them to see a heavy machine gun pour bullets into people. Frankly speaking, although the result was so bloody that
Everyone doubts life, but he looks so handsome when he fires a heavy machine gun!
The adrenaline of countless people was surging. The grenadiers who had already walked down the slope began to look at the city in front of them. It was now almost the trophy of Eiland Hill. This was what everyone was thinking at this time.
After seeing the heavy machine gun fire, no one doubted the outcome of this battle anymore. It was impossible for the opponent to withstand such an attack, or in other words, no one could withstand such a terrible attack!
Maybe the army of the Magic Empire can compete with the slaughter of industrial civilization, but the reality is before our eyes. There is no army of the Magic Empire here, only the mortal flesh of the Arant Empire.
"Ah!" Just when everyone was sighing that the victory was so bloody and so simple, a strong man covered in blood stood up from among a pile of corpses. He was carrying a long sword full of blood, and the blood had already caused
The ornate armor on his body was beyond recognition.
This man covered in blood waved the long sword in his hand like a demon in hell, startling the grenadiers of Ailan Hill around him. But they soon came back to their senses and noticed the guy in front of them.
He's just a lucky guy who didn't die, not something terrible.
Franky was knocked down by his own men in the end. Those who knocked him down were beaten into pieces by bullets, but he only received a blow to his abdomen. The bullet brought him boundless pain, but it didn't
Killed him.
Therefore, after the grenadiers of Eiland Hill occupied the gap, he woke up, and then this stubborn old man resolutely chose to stand up and face the enemies he could not defeat.
"Come on! Fight like a man, openly and honestly!" Franky waved his long sword and staggered forward two steps, only to find that none of the surrounding Ireland grenadiers came close to him.
mean.
Several soldiers held long bayonets and kept a distance to persuade him to surrender. Their voices were full of sincerity: "Sir! Surrender! You have already lost! Yes! It is not easy to survive! Don't waste your life!"
"
"Bah!" spitting out a mouthful of blood, Franky took a step forward, split the long spur in front of him with a sword, and shouted ungratefully: "I am Frank.
Lanci! Warlawo's guard! Who dares to come up and fight me?"
The soldier who was irritated by him finally couldn't help it anymore and suddenly took a step forward. The bayonet in his hand went straight forward at a frightening speed. In the past few months, he had to practice this every day.
After performing hundreds of movements, all the technical essentials have been implanted into his muscle memory.
Even if there is only such a move, the power of this move is quite huge. If he faced an ordinary soldier from Arant, it was not certain who would win. But he faced a general, a man with superb swordsmanship.
old man.
With a backhand sword, he split open the opponent's spur, and Franky's long sword struck the opponent's shoulder like a snake spitting a message. The soldier seemed to be aware of the opponent's strength, but he didn't have time to react from his own.
When he reacted in surprise, he was hit in the shoulder by a long sword and fell down with a scream and blood spurting out.
Franky, who succeeded in the attack, became even more fierce, with blood all over his body like a god of death. He glanced at the body of the Ailan Hill soldier lying down, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Nothing more than that! Next one! Come on!"
Franky, who has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, can even defeat more than a dozen opponents by himself, and has never been afraid of anyone in close combat. Looking at the entire Arant Empire, swordsmanship masters like Franky are among the best.
.
Anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore. As long as he can let the other party rush up and fight, he will be confident to kill more enemies. He no longer thinks about how to survive. What he thinks about now is how to give the thousands of yalan at his feet
A special soldier explained.
These are the young people who followed him to fight to the last moment. It was he who led them here, on this road of no return. He must give these people an explanation! Thinking of this, he slowly glanced around