Sixty-Three Longsword and Bolt

The first bullet on the chain was loaded into the chamber, and then some of it became logical. The first bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the Mark Qin heavy machine gun with flames and rushed to the target less than 30 meters away from the muzzle.

It was already a very close target, and it was a dense crowd that didn't require any aiming at all. The appearance of heavy machine guns for the first time in history has at least doubled the speed at which humans slaughtered their own kind.

"Tu Tu Tu Tu!" The rolling and endless gunshots suddenly quieted the noisy battlefield, and the originally stalemate battle situation became clear and clear with these coherent gunshots.

In just an instant, the bullets swept into the Arlantean soldiers standing in a row. The formation of their standing was too dense, and it looked as if they were being watched and stood in a row on the execution ground.

In fact, they are indeed about the same number as on the execution ground - bullets that could fly for thousands of meters are far from losing their penetrating strength due to the blocking of armor. After many bullets penetrate the first person, It also penetrated the armor of the second row of soldiers.

Blood splattered in the crowd, sprayed on the faces of the soldiers in the rear; bullets flew everywhere because they were blocked by metal, slicing through anything it encountered with its inertia. People fell one by one, and after only ten seconds passed, the phalanx of Arrant's soldiers pushed back dozens of meters.

It wasn't that these soldiers had time to step back, it was just that everyone in front of them was no longer standing. The ground was covered with the bodies of soldiers and the wounded who were still screaming, and those who had not fallen were still struggling in the torrential rain of bullets.

Franky saw what was happening in front of him. He held up his long sword and ordered the soldiers to charge. Before he could change his posture, he didn't dare to do anything. He saw with his own eyes that his soldiers fell in pieces like magic, like ripe crops in the farmland.

The storm formed by the bloody wind spread and spread in the rain formed by the bullets, destroying the beliefs of all Arrant soldiers at once. But the Arlantean soldiers did not flee, because they had no time to back down.

Before these soldiers could turn around, they were already smashed into sieves by the bullets flying in the face. Because there were no tracer bullets, they could not even see the route of the bullets, so they were crushed in the head and lay on their backs. fell to the ground.

At the same time that the Maxim heavy machine gun was continuously spewing deadly flames, the second heavy machine gun was pushed up to this height in the panting of the soldiers of Ireland Hill. Then, the banquet of the god of death became even more joyful, and the joy was despairing.

"Chutututu!" Feeling the vibration of the machine gun, the sub-shooter knelt behind the steel plate and kept holding the ammo chain to a suitable position. Then, as if by magic, the bullets were sucked into the body of the machine gun, turned into scattered shells, and tinkled down to the shooter's feet.

The rate of fire of bullets has been increased to a point where the rifle cannot catch up. The speed of such a heavy machine gun's strafing is almost comparable to the firepower of a platoon or even a company. So when automatic weapons came along, trenches were the only way to save soldiers' lives.

In less than a minute, the phalanx formed by the Arrant soldiers blocking the gap was pierced by bullets, and the entire battlefield was piled with corpses, as if it was the end of the world where the devil descended in a religious picture.

Then the bullets rushed into the crowd of archers without armor and shields. Those young people who had already begun to collapse, fell down one by one with blood holes in their backs, fell down on the street, and fell next to the bodies of their companions.

The 2,000 people in front of them were hardly given any way to survive, and the sound of machine gun slaughter was continuous and steady. The grenadiers, on either side of the machine gun, began to carefully cross this high point, and then they saw the scene that made them vomit.

The corpses were pressed against one another, and blood was flowing among the corpses.

There were no cries or howls. The wounded who were beaten into sieves just now drained the blood from their bodies before the massacre was over.

The two machine guns stopped firing very tacitly, and the guns were hot. In the water tank connected by the water pipe under the muzzle, the sound of boiling water became weaker and weaker. Alan Hill's grenadiers held up their weapons and walked staggeringly on top of the corpse.

Because there are too many corpses and the piles are too thick, people walking on the meat need to be very careful. There is blood that has not dried up, and there are still corpses that are not stiff. The clothes will turn blood red.

"Damn it!" The battalion commander, who climbed to the commanding heights with his long sword, cursed. He saw his wounded and the bodies of his subordinates. However, when he climbed 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 that was burnt by the giant dragon was far from the blatant bloodshed in front of him.

"Ouch!" A soldier was lying on the edge of the collapsed city wall, leaning over the broken bricks that had been loosened, and vomited continuously. He was a recruit who had just entered the battlefield, and it was the first time he saw such a real picture of victory.

The sound of the recruit retching made the remaining soldiers pale and their stomachs uncomfortable, and it was the first time they had seen a heavy machine gun pouring bullets on people. Frankly speaking, although the result was bloody enough to make everyone doubt life, the way he opened fire with a heavy machine gun was really handsome!

The adrenaline of countless people was surging, and the grenadiers who had walked down the slope began to look at the city in front of them. It was now almost the spoils of Ailan Hill. At this time, everyone thought so.

After watching the heavy machine gun fire, no one doubted the outcome of the battle any more. It is impossible for the other party to withstand such an attack, or in other words, no one can withstand such a terrible attack!

Maybe the army of the Magic Empire can compete with the slaughter of industrial civilization, but the reality is in front of us, there is no army of the Magic Empire, and some are just the mortal body of the Arante Empire.

"Ah!" Just when everyone felt that the victory was so bloody and so straightforward, a strong man covered in blood stood up from among the piles of corpses. He was carrying a long sword full of blood, and the blood had made the gorgeous armor on his body unrecognizable.

The blood-soaked man waved the long sword in his hand like a demon in hell, which startled the surrounding grenadiers of Alan Hill. But soon they came back to their senses - the guy in front of him was just a lucky guy who didn't die, and it wasn't anything terrifying.

In the end, Franky was knocked down by his own men. Those who knocked down him were beaten into a sieve by bullets, but he was only hit in the stomach. The bullet brought him boundless pain, but it didn't kill him.

So, after the grenadiers of Elan Hill occupied the gap, he woke up, and then the stubborn old man, resolutely chose to stand up and face the enemies he could not defeat.

"Come on! Fight like a man!" Frankie swung his long sword and staggered forward two steps, only to find that none of the surrounding Alan Hill grenadiers came close to him. mean.

Several soldiers held long bayonets and kept a distance to persuade him to surrender. Their tone was full of sincerity: "Sir! Surrender! You have already lost!" "Yes! Surviving is not easy! Don't waste your money. life!"

"Bah!" A mouthful of blood was spat out of his mouth, and Franky took a sharp step forward, slashing the long army thorn in front of him with a sword, and shouted loudly without appreciative: "I am Felicity. Lankey! Warravor's defender! Who dares to come up and fight me?"

The soldier who was provoked by him finally couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly took a step forward, the bayonet in his hand went straight forward, and the speed was frightening. He's been practicing this move hundreds of times a day for the past few months, and all the technical essentials have been built into his muscle memory.

Even if there is only such a move, the power of this move is quite huge. If he is facing an ordinary soldier in Arlant, it is not certain who will kill the deer. But he was facing a general, an old man with superb swordsmanship.

A backhand sword slashed the opponent's army thorn, and Franky's long sword slashed towards the opponent's shoulder like a spirit snake spitting out a letter. The soldier also seemed to realize the strength of the other party, but before he could react from his surprise, he was hit by the long sword in the shoulder, and fell down with a scream of blood.

Franky, who had succeeded in one blow, was even more fierce, and his blood was like a god of death. He glanced at the corpse of the Alan Hill soldier lying down, and shouted hoarsely: "That's it! The next one! Come on!"

He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. One person can even overturn a dozen opponents, Frank, who has never been afraid of anyone in melee combat. Looking at the entire Arlant Empire, a swordsman master like Franky is one of the best.

Anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore. As long as the opponent can rush up to fight, he has the confidence to kill more enemies. He doesn't think about how to live anymore, what he thinks now is how to explain to the thousands of Arrant soldiers under his feet.

These are all young people who fought with him to the last moment. It was he who brought them here and on this road of no return. He must give these people an explanation! Thinking of this, he slowly glanced around, like a king patrolling his territory.

Then, he heard the sound of pulling the bolt...