The situation suddenly reached a stalemate. The opponent seemed to have no good solution to the carriage of a carriage, and did not want to waste arrows, so no more arrows came.
Weiss also lost his voice after reminding Tang Mo and Roger. He was probably hiding in the dark and observing everything around him.
From time to time, there are strange sounds of insects, and you can even vaguely hear the howls of wild beasts in the distance. The forest is not silent at night, on the contrary, it is more noisy and prosperous than during the day.
In this way, time passed by, and after loading another rifle, Old Roger also found a suitable angle to help Tang Mo guard the other side of the carriage.
"Wes?" Tang Mo seemed to see a vague figure on the edge of the light. He shouted. He didn't know whether he was confirming friends and foes or simply calling for his companions.
Soon, the ugly face of the first man carrying an ax broke out of the darkness. He rushed straight towards Tang Mo, already shouting in his mouth to increase his momentum.
Tang Mo kicked open the door panel of the carriage with his foot, adjusted the position of the muzzle slightly, and aimed at the target. Because the two gas lamps were outside the carriage, the inside of the carriage was not very clear from the outside.
The man who was charging towards him with the ax raised above his head saw the carriage door suddenly open, and the arrows stuck on it were even broken, and his feet were obviously sluggish for a moment.
Then, he saw a flash of fire in front of him, and a crisp gunshot sounded in his ears. He could feel his chest being hammered by something, and then he lost strength in his feet and mixed together, and his body couldn't help but
Fall forward.
Tang Mo, who had shot the target, threw the rifle behind him, and then picked up the second rifle from a convenient position.
"Bang!" A second gunshot rang out outside the carriage. It was unclear whether it was Weiss who fired the gun or whether the gangster also had a firearm.
"Ah!" The second bandit rushed out of the darkness, holding a tattered long sword in his hand. He also wore an iron helmet on his head, but no armor on his body.
"Bah!" Tang Mo was not polite to him, he aimed at him and pulled the trigger again. A bullet flew out of the gun, and the roar of the man in the helmet suddenly turned into a scream, and then he was just like the first idiot.
, fell in front of the carriage.
As soon as Tang Mo stretched out his hand, Old Roger handed him the specially carved K1 rifle that was intended to be displayed to Count Fischereau.
The next second, Tang Mo prepared his shooting posture for the third time, and continued to watch the darkness not far away vigilantly through the white smoke billowing in the light.
Unknowingly, those hair-raising insects and low roars of beasts could no longer be heard, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
"Hmm..." Outside the carriage, a muffled groan came from the silence. Tang Mo even heard the faint sound of the sword piercing the body and hitting the bones.
I don't know if Weiss was killed by someone, or if he killed another bandit who was trying to get around. In short, after the rustling sound passed, there was no sound behind him.
It is actually incorrect to say that there was no sound, because Old Roger, who had been watching the other side behind him, was trying hard to stuff a paper-cased fixed-loading bullet into the barrel of the gun with nervous hands.
"They are reloading! Hurry up!" A voice shouted loudly in the forest, obviously the leader of this group of thieves.
As he shouted loudly, another man came over with a long sword, but this time he did not yell or run, but approached cautiously.
Of course Tang Mo didn't give him any chance, he aimed directly and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed in the jungle, making the whole night even more silent and terrifying. It seemed that the entire forest was shouting, and the gunshot echoed back and forth, gradually becoming blurry and distant.
Tang Mo handed the fired rifle to Old Roger again, but the other man failed to load the first rifle because he was nervous.
If measured according to the reloading speed of well-trained soldiers, Old Roger's reloading speed was too slow. This caused interruptions in the firepower that should have been continuous.
Tang Mo, who was well aware of the fact that he didn't have to worry about having no firewood when he had a green mountain, knew that this was no longer the time to hide any trump cards. So he threw away the K1 gun and took out the secret weapon from his waist.
Weapon - the only revolver in the world.
Although it is only a flash cap revolver, and although it only has six rounds of ammunition, in this era, there is no more ferocious close combat firepower than it.
This was his biggest reliance and a trustworthy weapon. Tang Mo felt that after the six bullets in his pistol were used up, Roger should have at least loaded three fast guns.
At that time, he can still fire three more shots! Including the previous three shots and one shot possibly fired by Weiss, continuous shooting can kill at least 13 bandits. Even based on the escort situation of a caravan
, this is already a very powerful firepower that the bandits are not willing to provoke.
Moreover, even in this era, it is absolutely rare to see a bandit gang with 13 people. Even if the opponent has 20 people, after half of the bandits are killed in a row, there is a greater possibility that they will choose to escape immediately.
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Troops that refused to retreat even after losing a third of them were already famous as iron troops these days. How could the bandits have the discipline to still fight to the death despite losing more than half of them?
The only thing to blame is that these poor bandits chose to attack at night. The fighting distance between the two sides is extremely close, so the accuracy of the muskets is guaranteed. If they fight at a distance, the guns of these days can hit once out of ten shots.
The incense is burning high.
While Tang Mo was thinking about this, the bandits over there made another move. Maybe they were crazy from hunger, or maybe they were sure that Tang Mo and the others would not be able to prepare so many muskets, so there were
Two men rushed out brandishing weapons.
Tang Mo was not polite. This time, because he had a relatively short revolver in his hand, he had more room to move.
However, it was not without its disadvantages, because three consecutive shots were fired in front of him, and the smoke that filled the air began to somewhat obscure his vision.
There was no way, gunpowder in this era was so deceptive, so Tang Mo had made up his mind that if he could get out alive this time, he must first develop smokeless gunpowder technology.
He squinted his eyes and saw two bandits rushing towards him through the white smoke filled with the smell of sulfur. Both of them were very tall and seemed to be intending to take advantage of the diffuse smoke. They silently picked up their weapons and separated.
Rushed over.
"Bang!" A clear gunshot echoed in the forest again. Tang Mo saw from the gap in the rear sight that the man under his gun fell down, clutching his chest.
When he aimed at the bandit on the other side again, he saw Weiss holding a bloody long sword and killing him from the sloping ground.
His movements were very agile, his long sword was like a spiritual snake spitting a message, and he succeeded in a sneak attack, cutting the bandit's arm.
And the bandit, relying on a fierce force, actually waved the long sword in his hand, and forced back Weiss who wanted to entangle him.
As a result, at the moment Weiss retreated, the musket in Tang Mo's hand fired again, and a bullet accidentally hit the strong man's neck.
Immediately, blood spattered, and the man's artery was punctured. He covered the hole in his neck with his hands, but found that he could not stop the gushing blood.
He wanted to speak but could only vomit blood. When he turned around to look at Tang Mo, his whole body had collapsed involuntarily.
Just now in the dark, Weiss watched Tang Mo fire a short gun in his hand. He expected that Tang Mo had no chance to reload, so he showed up to fight hand to hand and stopped the strong man from getting close to the carriage.
But he never expected that Tang Mo would actually hide a second pistol! After the second gunshot, he froze there, as if he was reassessing the danger of the young man in the carriage.
How could an inexperienced weapons workshop owner hide two pistols on his body when he went out? He looked at it when he got on the carriage. Judging from the bloatedness, it seemed that there should be a pistol on Tang Mo's waist, but
But he didn't guess that Tang Mo actually hid another pistol on his body!
Of course he could not have guessed that Tang Mo's hand was actually a musket that could be fired continuously. Because although he was a master, he could not overturn his own experience.
While he was stunned, a bandit hiding in the darkness approached him with a long sword, wanting to kill the fat sheep in the periphery with a sneak attack.
Tang Mo waved away most of the smoke in front of his eyes, just in time to see everything clearly. He decisively picked up his pistol again, pointed it at Weiss' side, and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!" The gunshot sounded like a heavy cannon, hitting Weiss's mind. He watched helplessly as the pistol in Tang Mo's hand was fired twice in a row!
As the gunfire reverberated, the bandit who wanted to make a sneak attack paused for a moment as if he had been electrocuted, and then he hunched over and fell down with a groan.
At this time, six gunshots were heard in the forest. No matter how slow this group of bandits were, they felt that something was wrong.
Another bandit who did not believe in evil rushed out of the bushes on the side of the road. Then, while Weiss was stunned, Tang Mo fired another shot - this shot was smooth and coherent, without even making preparations.
The unbelieving guy staggered two steps, dropped the weapon in his hand, knelt on the ground, curled up and groaned.
Obviously this shot did not hit his vitals, but it also completely disabled him from causing trouble again.
The whole thing had obviously gone beyond the bandits' robbery plan, and the continuous sound of gunshots seemed out of place and strange in this era.
Who would have thought that the actual combat of the world's first revolver would take place in such an unknown forest, in such a dark midnight...
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