Chapter 484 Beyond Visual Range Shooting
Following the splattered blood, in the direction from which the bullet came, through the sky where the metal storm kept falling, at the heavy machine gun position a few kilometers away, there was a completely different scene.
Kyle held the telescope in his hand and shouted anxiously.
"Damn it, stop, stop now! There are almost no survivors on the other side. How the hell am I supposed to write a report if they're all dead?"
"Captain, please, let me fire one more round. This is the first time I've pulled the trigger since I joined the expedition!"
"Shut up. I tell you, there are plenty of enemies. We have declared war on the entire North. How can there be fewer enemies? Besides, you are so far away and you can't see how the battle goes. What's the point?"
The soldier scratched his head and looked at the machine gun position next to him.
They had arranged this place in advance. While the coalition forces of the three grand dukes were still marching slowly, the expeditionary forces had already lined up the heavy machine guns and moved them here, calculated the shooting parameters according to the shooting table, and prepared to conduct beyond-visual-range shooting.
The resistance army had already prepared for a head-on confrontation with the Northern Army, so there was no shortage of heavy firepower. They just moved it off the train and fixed it up as a heavy machine gun position.
The coalition forces of the three archdukes marched in great density and followed the road all the time, making it very easy to determine their shooting range. This was simply an easy task for the expeditionary force.
When the expeditionary force's machine gun positions opened fire, they were still more than one kilometer away from the coalition forces. At this distance, the expeditionary force deliberately concealed themselves, so they could not even hear the gunshots.
There is no sound of gunfire, no flash of fire, and the whistling of bullets is like the whisper of death. The moment you hear it, it is too late to take one last look at this world.
The defeat of the coalition forces was hopeless. They did not know until their death what had attacked them or where the attack came from.
This is the horror of beyond-visual-range strikes.
More than thirty heavy Gatling guns fired more than 15,000 rounds of ammunition in two minutes. This was the result of them firing sparingly. If they didn't care about the life of the barrel at all, the number could be doubled - they really didn't care about the life of the barrel, as the spare parts for this thing were counted by the box on the vehicle.
The coalition forces' dense position and their confusion and unwillingness to flee made them an excellent target. Each of the first bullets could end the lives of several people, but the subsequent bullets only made the meat paste on the ground more evenly mixed.
Under Kyle's command, a cavalry team that had been prepared for a long time quickly rushed out from near the train. They took over the battlefield and rushed out in high spirits amid the envious gazes of others.
Soon they were not so happy anymore - the place where the coalition forces were had become a real hell.
The Gatling gun, which was once translated as the Green gun or the Gate gun in the history of Blue Star, was officially issued to the army for use after being improved by Hughes.
The Crusaders prefer to call it a Gatling cannon because of its extremely terrifying firepower.
It was designed from the very beginning to be used as heavy firepower. It does not use rifle bullets, but specially made bullets with nearly twice the amount of powder as a rifle.
Wherever the bolt-action rifle hits, a bloody hole will appear in the flesh and blood; wherever the heavy machine gun hits, there will be no more flesh and blood.
It can tear apart the human body with ease, no matter if it is flesh, bones, or armor.
Therefore, when the cavalry arrived at the location of the coalition forces, they were completely stunned.
There were almost only broken limbs and arms here, and there were hardly any relatively intact bodies to be found.
If the body had been cut by cold weapons, it would have been broken into pieces at most. However, the huge kinetic energy brought by the heavy machine gun bullets twisted the flesh and bones like a rag.
Many people's limbs were broken directly, and the muscle tissue in the torn sections was turned outward.
It was more like a pile of rotten meat than a corpse.
Occasionally there are a few lucky ones who survive, but they have completely lost all fighting spirit and are as stupid as lambs, ready to be slaughtered.
A soldier of the expeditionary force wrote in a later report: "The bodies were like watermelons run over by a train. Not a single intact bone could be found."
Hunter crawled out from the pile of corpses.
He looked at everything around him numbly. The ground was red, everything around him was red, and the sky seemed to be red as well.
The sluggish brain seems to have stopped working, unwilling to think about everything in front of it - this is a good thing.
Hunter tried twice but failed to stand up. Instead, his hand was entangled by a piece of intestine. He lowered his head to check and found that his legs were still there. The ground felt like he was standing on a half-meter thick wool carpet, soft and warm.
He saw the expeditionary cavalry coming towards him, pointing their guns at him.
Hunter breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Great, you are here - do you want to kill me or rescue me? It doesn't matter, just let me get out of here, anything is fine."
His sincere words coupled with a bloody smile on his face made the expeditionary soldiers tremble with their guns. He and other surviving soldiers were escorted to the rear by the expeditionary force.
Near the armored train, Kyle was standing aside, watching the political commissar admonishing the soldiers. After a long time, the political commissar sighed and walked over.
"How's the morale? I see they're all pretty excited."
"Alas, Captain Kyle." The political commissar sighed, "The soldiers are too impatient and underestimate the enemy. We must quickly find some more normal opponents to fight before we fight a battle like this again."
He glanced at the soldiers who were leaning against their machine guns and boasting, and shook his head.
Kyle nodded quickly and agreed: "No problem, I will definitely find a way to overcome the difficulties and try to find some qualified opponents for the soldiers."
As for where to find them, "The North is so big, it shouldn't be so big that we can't even fight some serious wars."
Kyle muttered.
Kyle was still worried when he suddenly heard a metal collision sound behind him.
The members of the expeditionary force all turned around and slowly raised their heads.
Three tall steel giants appeared in front of everyone, their heavy steel armor dragging on the ground, their six arms each holding a different weapon, including dragon-breath cannons and Gatling machine guns hanging on the armor, their eyes under the helmets emitting a faint light, like messengers of hell ringing the death knell for the enemy.
It's a banshee.
"Where are the enemies? We are here to support you. The battle should not have started yet, right?" A deep voice sounded from under the helmet.
"Well"
Kyle scratched his head in embarrassment.
"We haven't engaged yet, but our bullets have."
Time seemed to stand still. After a moment, the leading banshee took off her helmet, and her golden hair fell down.
Nini's voice was a little exasperated: "It's over already? It's only been a few minutes? You guys are so fast? Then what are we doing here?"
"Well, maybe you can go and do an interview and report. After all, you are here as a war correspondent corps."
(End of this chapter)
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