None of the fallen corpses and wounded soldiers were intact:
Some had half their heads sliced off, some had their arms torn off on the spot, and some had their thighs held together by only a sliver of flesh...
Even worse, several people were shot through the abdomen by high-speed bullets. They didn't die immediately, but their internal organs and intestines spilled out along with crimson blood...
At this moment, their consciousness was exceptionally clear.
They could no longer feel the intense pain in their bodies; all that remained was the terror and despair of impending death.
The Maxim heavy machine gun's reputation as a battlefield meat grinder never disappoints.
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The dull, tearing sound of the two Maxim heavy machine guns continued for more than two minutes before finally stopping.
Before the smoke and gunpowder had dissipated, 20 guards dressed in black jumped out from the semi-circular sandbag trench.
Ten guards quickly approached the second-floor exit, nimbly threw a volley of grenades into the first-floor corridor, and then dispersed to defend with their guns.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
A series of explosions rang out, and the corridor was completely cleared.
The remaining black-clad guards, stepping over the severed limbs and blood, coldly and mercilessly finished off the bodies lying on the ground.
Whether lifeless corpses or wounded soldiers groaning softly, none could escape the fate of being shot in the head...
At this moment, lying on the floor are the losers, animals at the mercy of others.
Those who shoot and kill their own kind have long since become cold-blooded war machines.
Human wars rarely seem to be a matter of right and wrong.
Therefore, on the brutal battlefield, there are only two possible outcomes:
To kill, or to be killed.
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The Maxim machine gun: a meat grinder on the battlefield.
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