Chapter 1025: Teach them to sing and dance (Happy New Year's Eve!)
"boom!"
The grenade that landed below the turret exploded directly in the crowd, knocking those shirtless people holding spears and leather shields to the ground, and even blowing them up into the sky. Then the second, third, fourth, fifth... grenade exploded in succession, blowing up the stupid natives who were surrounding the watchtower and had not yet recovered.
In the violent explosion, dozens of thick black smoke quickly rose from the crowd, and in the smoke, natives were constantly blown away. For a time, the smoke enveloped the entire battlefield.
"ah……"
Kosong yelled at the top of his lungs, swung the heavy grenade in his hand a few times, and threw it hard towards a place several dozen meters away.
The one-kilogram heavy grenade could actually only be thrown a dozen meters away, but it was like a hammer. When it fell, it directly smashed a native's head and then fell to the ground. The natives who were charging did not even realize the danger. In their cognition, perhaps, it was just a hammer, and they did not try to slow down or escape at all.
Suddenly, accompanied by a violent explosion, a heavy grenade exploded in the middle of the crowd, blowing up a huge cloud of dust. Before the dust settled, a group of natives fell down at the center of the explosion, and in the darkness, there were ghosts and wolves howling everywhere.
The soldiers on the watchtower waved their arms and threw another round of grenades into the surging crowd. At this time, grenades seemed to be more useful than guns. Every explosion could blow away large groups of natives.
Amid the whistling sound of steel fragments, the frantically shouting natives all scrambled to retreat, trying to get out of the way of the grenades. At this moment, gunshots rang out, and the natives with rifles suppressed the soldiers on the turrets with their rifles, forcing the soldiers to lie behind the parapet and throw grenades, which naturally made them less accurate.
"Use more dynamite!"
The natives are honest. If one explosive pack fails to blow up the artillery tower, they will replace it with two. If two doesn’t work... then add two more!
It was at this time that Matsushita, on the top of the watchtower, directed the soldiers to mount a round iron barrel on a tripod. Then, he sat directly on the tripod and pulled the bolt with all his strength.
"chug……"
In an instant, rapid gunfire rang out, and a tongue of fire more than a foot long tore through the dark night. Bullets whizzed and fell on the ground like raindrops. In just a few minutes, a belt of 300 rounds was used up. As soon as it was finished, the loader loaded another belt.
Gunshot!
Rapid gunfire rang out again.
The heavy bullets whistled like raindrops, tearing the native's body into pieces, and then hitting another body at the moment of flying out.
What is a hail of bullets?
Panasonic was not clear at the moment he pulled the trigger, but accompanied by the vibration of the ammunition belt being violently torn, bullets poured out like raindrops.
Although the night obscured their vision in front of the turret, the soldiers could still hear the howling of ghosts and wolves in the darkness. Those were the howlings of desperate ghosts and wolves...
"Bullets, bullets..."
Matsushita shouted and shot at the same time. The water in the cooling cylinder of the Type 6 machine gun soon boiled, and the hot steam seemed to block his vision. However, he did not stop shooting, but continued shooting.
"OMG……"
The soldiers leaning against the wall were all staring in amazement at the machine gun spewing flames.
In the past, they had witnessed the firing of the Type 6 machine gun, but it was only a few dozen shots, which was almost normal shooting training.
In addition, the machine guns were kept in the safe of the armory and were only taken out in battle. This was also the biggest secret of the sentry towers - each sentry tower had a machine gun.
If it were a five-year Gatling gun, this would be almost impossible!
Although each Type 5 Gatling gun costs 2,100 yuan, the matching generator costs 1,200 yuan and the spare battery costs 100 yuan.
This also means that equipping a machine gun requires an investment of 3,400 yuan. Such a high price is unaffordable even for a rich country like the empire.
In comparison, the purchase price per unit is "only" 1,185 yuan, but other than that, there is no need for additional expenses such as generators. One Gatling gun can buy three Type 6s. Naturally, the military is happy to purchase this inexpensive and high-quality weapon.
Of course, because it is still kept secret, the Type 6 machine gun is not equipped on a large scale, and each regiment is only equipped with one machine gun company, but this does not prevent the military from distributing the Type 6 machine gun in specific areas.
Just like in the border sentry tower, with the Type 6 machine gun, it is enough to make all attackers kneel down and sing "Conquer".
Although the machine gun firepower seemed powerful, it did not make Sultan Saidi Mubarak feel afraid.
"It's just a machine gun. Let them charge forward. As long as there are enough people, the machine gun will eventually run out of bullets..."
To the Sultan of Arabia, those black people were not human beings at all in his eyes. Not only him, but also Mahdi who launched the uprising in the name of "jihad" was the same. He said he would liberate the slaves, but he still plundered and sold slaves.
"Tell them that if they kill those "pagans", everyone will be protected by the true God, and the true God's paradise is waiting for them..."
Like Mahdi, the Ming Dynasty, as a foreign colonizer, was also regarded as a "pagan", even more hateful than the British - the British did not force them to change their beliefs, but the Ming Dynasty was as hateful as the Russians and the French, or even worse.
Driven away by the monks and yearning for heaven, the simple-minded natives once again shouted and rushed towards the artillery tower. They shouted madly.
"Crazy, crazy, what the hell is wrong? Why are they so crazy..."
The soldiers on the artillery tower looked at the natives who were charging at them with spears in their hands with astonishment and listened to their shouting. They didn't know whether it was the pot that was burnt or the people who were burnt. But one thing was certain: under the machine gun fire, the people... would definitely be a bloody mess.
“Da da…”
Matsushita, who was operating the machine gun, kept pulling the trigger, trying to use bullets to stop the natives who were rushing towards him and howling like crazy. The bullet casings had already piled up like a mountain under his feet, and the empty ammunition belts were scattered all over the ground.
"Reload your bullets quickly, don't be idle..."
As he shouted, the soldiers tried their best to load bullets into the empty ammunition belts. Boxes of bullets were carried to the turret, and ammunition belts were continuously loaded into the machine gun. Panasonic, who was operating the machine gun, felt his fingers becoming numb, but he still pulled the trigger.
At this time, he no longer cared whether there was water in the cooling water tank. He just kept shouting after finishing another chain of ammunition.
"Ammunition chain! Load the ammunition chain quickly!"
While the assistant gunner was changing the ammunition belt, the soldier next to him quickly poured water from a kettle into the cooling water cylinder. Although the rising steam blocked his sight, he didn't need to aim at all and just had to fire at the approximate position.
Bullets swept towards the crowd like raindrops. The crowd rushing up at this time was no longer a crowd, but a sea of people!
It is an ocean of tens of thousands of people, and those bullets are just a few hundred or a few thousand drops of water, but these drops of water are fatal...
On New Year's Eve, home is the whole world. Let the warmest home accompany the most reunion night! I wish you all a happy New Year and good luck! Happy family and everything goes well! Make a fortune in the New Year!
(End of this chapter)
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