Chapter 63： Long sword and bolt

The first bullet on the chain was loaded into the barrel, and then some became logical. The first bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun with flames, and rushed to the target within 30 meters of the muzzle.

It was already a very close target, and it was a dense crowd, and there was no need for any aiming at all. The appearance of heavy machine guns for the first time in history allowed humans to at least double the speed at which they slaughtered their own kind.

"Suddenly!" The continuous undulating and torrential gunfire suddenly quieted the noisy battlefield. The originally stale battle situation became clear and clear with these continuous gunfire.

In just an instant, the bullets swept into the Arrant soldiers standing in a row. The formation of them was so dense that they looked like they were standing in a row on the execution ground.

In fact, they did have almost as few bullets that could fly for more than a kilometer on the execution ground, and they were far from losing their penetration power because of armor blocking. Many bullets hit the first person after they hit the first person. Wears 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; bullets flew around because they were blocked by metal, cutting anything it encounters with its inertial excess force. People fell one by one, and after only ten seconds passed, the phalanx of Arante's soldiers pushed back dozens of meters.

It was not that these soldiers had time to retreat, but that everyone in front of them was no longer standing. The ground was covered with the corpses of soldiers and the wounded who were still screaming, and those who had not fallen yet were still struggling in the rainstorm formed by bullets.

Frankie saw what was happening in front of him. He held up his long sword and commanded the soldiers to charge before he could change his posture. He didn't dare to do anything. With his own eyes, he saw his soldiers fall in pieces as if by magic, as if they were ripe crops in the farmland.

The storm formed by the **** wind spread and spread in the rain formed by the bullets, destroying the belief of all the Arrant soldiers at once. But these Arante soldiers did not escape because they had no time to back down.

Before these soldiers could turn around, they were already sieved by oncoming bullets. Because there were no tracer bullets, they could not even see the path of the bullets, so they were crushed with their heads and lay on their backs. Fell to the ground.

Just as the Maxim heavy machine gun continued to spit out deadly flames, the second heavy machine gun was pushed up to this high ground while the soldiers of Ailan Hill were breathing. Then, the Reaper's banquet became more cheerful, cheerful and hopeless.

"Suddenly!" Feeling the vibration of the machine gun, the deputy shooter knelt behind the steel plate and kept holding the bullet chain to a suitable position. Then, as if there was a magical power, these bullets were sucked into the body of the machine gun, turned into scattered bullet shells, and clanged down to the shooter's feet.

The bullet's rate of fire has been increased to the point where the rifle can't catch up. The speed 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 the only way to save the lives of soldiers.

In less than a minute, the phalanx of Arante soldiers blocking the gap was pierced by bullets, and the entire battlefield was piled up with corpses, as if it were the end of the world when the devil came in a religious picture scroll.

Then, the bullet rushed into the crowd of archers without armor and shields. Those young people who had begun to disintegrate were beaten with blood holes in their backs and fell down on the street, beside the bodies of their companions.

There was almost no way out for the 2000 people in front of them, and the sound of the machine gun slaughter was continuous and stable. The grenadiers started cautiously crossing the vantage point on both sides of the machine gun, and then they saw the scene of making themselves vomit.

The corpses were pressed one by one, and blood was flowing in the middle of the corpses. There was no crying or howling. The wounded who had been sieved just now drained the blood in their bodies before the massacre was over.

The two machine guns stopped firing in a tacit understanding, and the muzzle came out of heat. The sound of boiling water in the water tank connected by the water pipe below the muzzle became weaker and weaker. The grenadiers of Ailan Hill held up their weapons and walked limpingly on the corpse.

Because there are too many corpses and the piles are too thick, people who walk on the meat need to be very careful. There are blood that has not dried up, and whether there are stiff corpses. If you are not careful, the whole person will fall down and become all over. The clothes will become blood red.

"Damn it!" The battalion commander who reached the commanding heights with his long sword cursed. He saw his wounded and the bodies of his men. However, when he climbed the steep **** to see the other side of the reverse slope, he involuntarily squinted his eyes and frowned.

The power of industrial weapons has just shown a little shyness, almost pushing human civilization to a cruel peak. Even the city that was burned by the dragon is far from the **** blatant in front of him.

"Oh!" A soldier was lying on the edge of the collapsed city wall, holding the loose bricks and bowing himself and vomiting constantly. He was a recruit who had just entered the battlefield and saw such a real victory picture for the first time.

The sound of the recruit's retching made the remaining soldiers pale, and their stomachs were uncomfortable. It was the first time they saw heavy machine guns pouring bullets on people. To be frank, even though the result was so **** that everyone doubted life, the appearance of the heavy machine gun firing was so handsome!

The adrenaline of countless people was surging, and the grenadiers who had already walked down the **** began to look at the city in front of them. It is now almost the trophy of Ailan Hill. This is what everyone thought at this time.

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

Maybe the magic empire's army can contend with the slaughter of industrial civilization, but the reality is in front of us. There is no magic empire's army here, and some are just the flesh of the Arante Empire.

"Ah!" Just when everyone was feeling that victory had come so **** and simple, 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 already made the gorgeous armor on his body completely unrecognizable.

This **** man brandished the long sword in his hand, like a demon in hell, and shocked the grenadiers in the surrounding Ellen Hill. But soon they came back to their senses that the guy in front of them was just a lucky person who didn't die, not something terrifying.

Frankie was thrown down by his own men in the end. Those who threw him down were sifted by bullets, but he was only hit in the abdomen. This bullet caused him endless pain, but did not kill him.

Therefore, after Ailan Hill's grenadiers occupied the gap, he awoke, and then the stubborn old man resolutely chose to stand up and face the enemies he could not defeat.

"Come on! Just like a man, fight it upright!" Frankie wielded a long sword, staggered forward and dashed for two steps, only to find that the surrounding Ailan Hill grenadiers were not approaching him. meaning.

Holding long bayonets, a few soldiers kept their distance and persuaded him to surrender. Their tone was full of sincerity: "Sir! Surrender! You have already lost! Yeah! It is not easy to survive! Don't waste your life! "

"Bah!" With a spit of blood from his mouth, Frankie took a violent step forward, and slashed the long stab that stood in front of him with a sword, and shouted relentlessly: "I am F. Ranchi! Volavor's guard! Who dares to come up and fight me?"

The soldier who was irritated by him finally couldn't help it, and suddenly took a step forward, the bayonet in his hand went straight forward, and the speed was frightening. In the past few months, he has practiced this movement hundreds of times a day, and all the technical essentials have been implanted in his muscle memory.

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

A backhand sword slashed the enemy's army stab, and Frankie's long sword smashed into the opponent's shoulder like a spirit snake. The soldier seemed to realize how tough the opponent was, but before he could react from his surprise, he was hit by a long sword in his shoulder, and fell down with a scream of blood.

Frankie, who succeeded in a single blow, was even more fierce, and his blood was like a murderous god. He glanced at the body of the Alanhill soldier lying down and shouted hoarsely: "But that's it! Next one! Come on!"

He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and one person can even overturn a dozen opponents Frankie. He has never been afraid of anyone in close combat. Looking at the entire Arante Empire, a master of swordsmanship like Frankie is also one of the best.

Anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore, as long as he can make the opponent rush 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 Arante soldiers under his feet.

These are all young people who have fought with him to the last moment. It was he who led them to this place. On this road of no return, he must give these people an explanation! Thinking of this, he slowly scanned the surroundings, like a king patrolling his territory.

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