After just a few seconds, the valley became quiet, and the messy sound of rifles stopped.
Xiang Xiaoqiang quietly looked up and saw that the glass at the two machine gun windows was shattered, the wooden carriage was gouged with holes, and wooden thorns were splintered out. Under the position of the turntable machine gun, there was still blood slowly dripping onto the roadbed.
There was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves in the train, and every window was empty. You can imagine that everyone was scrambling to lie down on the floor.
Then I heard shouts mixed with the officer's angry reprimands, and two crisp pistol shots. I don't know whether it was a warning shot or a real killing. In short, after a while, some heads poked their heads out of the windows, and this time they all put on their helmets.
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Then, Maxim fired again and fired towards the approximate location on the mountain.
Probably because the machine gun was emboldened, the rifles also came out one after another and fired in the direction of the machine gun fire.
The sound of "tearing linen" sounded again on the hillside. A piece of sawdust flew across the Maxim machine gun, steel splatters flew everywhere, and it immediately became silent again.
Maxim's water hose jacket was punctured, and water flowed out like a stream. Three holes were cut through the thin steel guard. The second machine gunner was lying on his back, with blood holes on his neck and chest, and he was still roaring.
Blood.
But this time the rifle did not go mute. The firepower point on the mountain was exposed. There was a lot of cursing on the train, and hundreds of rifles found their targets. There was a deafening explosion, mixed with "grandma" and "brother-in-law", and the valley boiled.
, countless bullets swarmed towards the firepower point on the hillside like locusts.
Although Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that the fortifications were well constructed, seeing the intensity of the firepower, he couldn't help but secretly look back at the mountain, biting a handful of hay and sweating.
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The bullet hit the rice bag with a "plop-plop-plop" sound. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen eyes were opened on the front of the sack, and white rice flowed out. But raw rice is very hard and can absorb the energy of the bullet as well as sand.
The rice bag is really thick enough, and the bullet can't get through at most one-third of the way. If it's flour, it won't work.
It was very dark inside the fortification. The light from the small shooting port came in, and only a small area of the machine gunner's face was bright. Bullets were swishing outside, and they "plop-plop-plop" got into the rice bag. The machine gunner concentrated on firing one shot at a time, quite accurately.
.Every time the muzzle of the gun flashed with flame, a person was shot in the head from the train window below, and a cloud of blood sprayed up.
The ammunition feeder also acted as an observer, squatting next to the main shooter, holding a telescope, and looking down through the front and left shooting ports to see if any Qing soldiers had gotten off the train and were outflanking the mountain. It was still a few seconds later.
Just look at the length of the ammunition chain left on the machine gun.
As the shooter pulled the trigger, the ammunition chain shortened and shortened. When there were about ten rounds left, the ammunition feeder picked up a new ammunition chain and waited. As the last cartridge case jumped out, he quickly lifted the
The receiver cover, pulled out the old ammunition chain, put in the new ammunition chain, clicked the receiver cover, and the shooter began to squint his eyes again and fire. The ammunition supply hand immediately sat on the ground and quickly loaded the empty ammunition chain.
Bullets. After about ten seconds, you have to grab the binoculars and take a look through the side opening. For this kind of firepower point, being outflanked is the most terrifying thing.
One man had two jobs, and he was busier than the main shooter. Just after loading the bullet belt, the gunfire from below gradually became sparse, and the shooter shouted:
"Change the barrel!"
In theory, this kind of machine gun can fire 150 rounds of bullets continuously, and the barrel needs to be replaced when it is red-hot. But now it has fired less than 100 rounds, and it is mainly burst fire. In addition, it is winter and the air is cold, and the barrel has good heat dissipation, not to mention
It needs to be changed so early. But now that the shooting on the train has been suppressed for the time being, it is a good opportunity to change the barrel of the gun. If you don’t change it now, if the opponent gets the courage to charge up the mountain later, it will be a really bad gun.
There is no chance to change even if you hit red. - Although judging from the opponent's current morale, it is unlikely to get off and charge.
The shooter pulled the machine gun in, opened the latch, rotated the holster tube 90 degrees, and poured out the hot, smoking gun barrel. The ammunition supply hand took it carefully with asbestos gloves, leaned aside, and picked up another
A spare barrel was handed to the shooter. The shooter quickly pushed the barrel into the sleeve, turned it back, and pressed the latch. The whole process took less than ten seconds.
The barrel of the gun was replaced and the machine gun was mounted on the firing port again. The Qing soldiers on the vehicle all lay down again. The shooter did not fire, but just squinted his eyes and watched.
It stands to reason that if it were a normal battlefield, a "Woodpecker" machine gun would be condescending, looking down at the army column that was unable to advance or retreat, and the people in the car would not scatter in all directions. It could fire repeatedly and kill all the enemy troops in the car. It doesn't matter.
Neither the current wooden carriages nor the steel carriages of later generations can stop the bullets of the "Woodpecker" machine gun.
But it doesn't work now. There are still people who need to be rescued in the car. What's more terrible is that we don't know which carriage they are in, so we can only focus on suppressing the machine guns on the car. We can only pick and shoot the hundreds of rifles that fire sporadically.
I won the favorite headshot, but I didn’t dare to shoot all the way.
Moreover, their bullets are limited.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang, who was lying down at the foot of the mountain, listened to the wailing in the car and looked at the blood dripping down the bottom of the car. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to look away, staring at the blood. He felt his heart slowly beating
It hardens and slowly turns into a veteran who has seen blood.
Xiang Xiaoqiang finally experienced firsthand how much advantage this kind of machine gun can have on the battlefield. The enemy has a thousand guns, as well as a light machine gun and a heavy machine gun. But now they are so suppressed that they can't raise their heads, and at least
There have been dozens of casualties.
He also understood why the Allied soldiers on the battlefield of World War II were so afraid of the sound of MG machine guns-the sound that sounded like ripping linen.
In several World War II shooting games he has played, as long as the companion in front shouts "mg42——" in despair, it means that you must lie down as soon as possible, or find cover quickly, otherwise you will be killed immediately.
"Game over". Accompanied by the terrifying "sound of ripping linen" in the distance, the screams of companions can be heard around you as usual, the "pop" of bullets hitting flesh and blood, and the hissing of the air in your ears.
Call.
Now, he experienced it personally. This was reality, much more real than the game.
In fact, the "sound of tearing linen" recalled by veterans of World War II generally does not refer to this "woodpecker", namely the mg34, but mostly to its improved version mg42. The theoretical rate of fire of the mg34 is 900 rounds per minute, and you can barely hear each bullet.
The sound of bullets. The theoretical rate of fire of mg42 is 1200 rounds per minute. You can't hear the sound of each bullet at all. They are all mixed together. From a distance, it sounds like a manic person tearing linen.
"It's a pity, it's a pity," Xiang Xiaoqiang chewed hay and smiled in his heart, "I will go back in 1940. I can't wait until mg42 is born..."
There were several more crisp pistol shots in the car. Under the strict order of the commander, the two machine guns fired again, and were immediately silenced by the "woodpecker" twice.
It has been three times, and probably no one dares to get close to the machine gun anymore... If the officials continue to threaten, they may mutiny...
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at his pocket watch. It was very good. From the start of the fight to now, it had only been eight minutes. He had silenced the opponent's two machine guns three times. They were afraid that they had no machine gunners. Even if they had just sent a call for help, reinforcements would not have arrived within an hour.
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You can fight for two more rounds. When their morale reaches an extremely low level and their fear reaches an extremely high level, you can quickly rush in and control the situation in one fell swoop to minimize casualties.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang was very surprised. The Qing army was beaten like this, and they knew clearly that they were coming for the twelve female prisoners. Why didn't they pull those prisoners to the window to use as shields? When the team discussed it in advance, they were afraid
If the Qing soldiers did this, there would be no way out. They would definitely not dare to fire the machine guns, so they would have to go up and fight with their submachine guns.
But why didn't the other party do this? Was he blinded all of a sudden and didn't think about it? Or...
His heart sank: Could it be that they were all killed by machine guns...
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his reason immediately told him that it was impossible. He saw with his own eyes that the machine guns on the mountain were fired very carefully and never fired randomly. His standard was that among the twelve female prisoners, two or three were allowed to be killed or injured in the battle.
If he can rescue eight to nine people alive this time, it will be considered a success. Of course, his beloved Qiu Qiu will never allow any skin to be broken. He has made up his mind that if Qiu Qiu dies, he will kill all the people in this car.
Light.
In the machine gun fort on the mountain, the observer carefully looked at each carriage with a telescope and confirmed that every Qing officer and soldier was lying on the floor shivering. No one dared to approach the two machine guns, and there was nothing but blood and dead people around. Next to the railway
In the bushes about ten meters away, the captain and eight brothers were waiting for his signal.
After repeated observations and confirming that the Qing soldiers had lost their last remaining fighting spirit and that no one got out of the car to outflank them, he took out his whistle, put his face to the firing port, and blew fiercely down the mountain.
Hearing the sharp whistle on the mountain, Xiang Xiaoqiang took out a small long cylinder from his arms. The small jar was as big as a later gel water bottle, with a pull ring on the top. This was something he specially told Dongchang.
The special props you need can play a finishing touch in the carjacking operation.
He raised it and shouted:
"preparation--"
He pulled off the tab, waited two seconds, and shouted again:
"cast!!!"
From the grass on one side of the railway, nine small cans flew out and accurately flew into the windows of each car. Immediately, the last person threw another one into the tenth car.
The ten carriages made "chi--" sounds one after another, and a few seconds later, yellow smoke rose from the windows.
Nine people in the grass shouted together:
"Mustard gas—! Mustard gas—! Run!!!"
In the thick yellow smoke, the Qing soldiers on the train were at a loss when suddenly the four terrifying words "mustard gas" penetrated their ears. Suddenly, the whole train boiled, and everyone cried out in despair, closing their eyes and fighting with their sleeves.
They covered their mouths and noses, scrambled to get out of the window, trampled on each other, and screamed endlessly.
After World War I, the terrible word "mustard gas" spread quickly around the world and spread to military camps in various countries. Everyone knew that this terrible yellow mist of oily smoke represented skin ulcers, lung burns, blindness, and loss of life.
life……
Now, on the train, the overall discipline has collapsed. Even the officers are trying their best to squeeze out. Squeezing outside is the only way to survive.
The soldiers who squeezed into the car coughed loudly and took a big breath of fresh air. Some of them had common sense and scratched their throats with their hands to make themselves vomit. More people ran away desperately, shouting in fear and despair.
The machine gun on the mountain rang again, firing slowly, targeting those who were running at the end. Soon, thousands of Qing officers and soldiers were running all over the mountains and plains. Everyone knew that whoever ran slowly would be beaten to death. Now no one can
They fought back, and most of them even dropped their guns and ran away desperately...
Soon, the area around the train became quiet, and except for a dozen corpses, there was no one in the open space opposite.
Yellow smoke was still blowing out from every window, making a "chichi" sound.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. He didn't expect that his plan went so smoothly! The rice bag really stopped the train! The "Woodpecker" really suppressed the opponent's two machine guns three times! The will of the Qing soldiers was really defeated so quickly.
Destroyed! The last yellow smoke bomb combined with the shouting of "mustard gas" really took away the last bit of morale of the opponent, causing the entire train to flee, leaving behind an empty train and twelve prisoners!
It went so well!
What do you call a lucky star? What does a protagonist-level character mean? This is it!
However, the more important thing is the "Woodpecker" machine gun! She is the biggest contributor today. If Xiang Xiaoqiang had been soft-hearted and took the Czech light machine gun that Dongchang strongly recommended to him, he would never be as good as he is now.
kind of effect.
With its fierce rate of fire, the mg34 machine gun silenced the opponent's two machine guns three times. More importantly, she quickly destroyed the opponent's will as soon as she came up.
Xiang Xiaoqiang silently said: Today, the glory belongs to mg.
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There was another whistle on the mountain, which meant that the Qing troops on the opposite side had fled far away.
Xiang Xiaoqiang gave an order, and nine people, holding submachine guns, quickly ran to the train side with their waists bent, and boarded the first five carriages in pairs.
The yellow smoke has basically dissipated, and the floor of the car is covered with broken glass, bullet casings and blood, which makes it "cluck" when you step on it.
Every time they kicked open a carriage door, they shouted "Hand your guns and don't kill me." This was the password Xiang Xiaoqiang taught them. They found it very intimidating and concise, so they adopted it.
There were several corpses lying on each car. They were all from the Qing army.
Not a single living person has been seen yet.
Nine carriages have been searched and the last one is left.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's hands were already shaking. He really hoped to kick open the door in front of him and see twelve shocked girls instead of twelve corpses.
Suddenly, there was a faint scream coming from behind the door.
This scream...
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked someone to kick the door violently, but it was locked and could not be kicked open.
He shouted to the back of the door:
"Do you hear me? Stay away! We're going to use a gun to unlock the car!"
I shouted several times but got no answer, and the screams were still intermittent.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart sank, he pulled the trigger and fired a burst at the door lock.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the door handle was chiseled into a hornet's nest.
He raised his foot and kicked it, and the door opened wide.
The scene in front of them shocked everyone speechless.