Chapter 542 Blood under Beijing
"Come on, brother, come here. Come on, one for each person. Before you get on the plane, you will be addicted to smoking." Liang Pengfei happily took out a huge cigar from the cigar box held by Monk Chen's hand. Liang Shuisheng, Wu Qianjin, Bai Shusheng... Finally, one was handed to Monk Chen.
Even himself, there are a total of ten people. These ten people are ten machine gunners. There is nothing they can do. These guys simply cried and hugged Liang Pengfei's thighs and said that they would go today, because today's battle can be regarded as a battle to determine the replacement of dynasties, and it is a defensive battle. Wu Qianjin's help is itchy quickly. Naturally, the crazy veteran was unwilling to lag behind and had to jump up to be a machine gunner.
"Brothers, have you remembered all the tricks of training a few days ago? Don't beat yourself to make your heart tremble at that time. This thing is not a murder, but a sweeper. It sweeps people as garbage and sweeps them up." Liang Pengfei spewed out a thick smoke and smiled at the subordinates gathered around him, but the smile looked ferocious at this moment.
"Don't worry, young master, I won't be soft to kill 10,000 to deal with these clear dogs." Monk Chen smiled, and the smile pulled the scar on his cheek. With his burly size, horizontal flesh, and white shining teeth, he looked like a blood-eating beast.
"on the plane!" After Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and punched everyone's chest, he shouted and walked towards the heavy machine gun in the center of the position. The others also looked at each other and smiled and walked towards their respective positions.
A dozen steps behind him, there were tens of thousands of soldiers ready to go. At this moment, they all clenched the steel guns in their hands and followed Liang Pengfei and others with their admiration and envious eyes.
And Sun Shijie and others standing in front of the crowd were already full of sweat. Isn't it too risky for adults?
"It's okay. You will know when it starts. Adults will never do uncertain things. Don't underestimate these ten machine guns. If I hadn't used it once at the Crab King Island test shooting range, I'm afraid I would have the same idea as you, but after reading it, this kind of machine gun, as long as the enemy came from the front, as long as it was in the gun. There are bullets on the side, so what is waiting for the enemy can only be death, and it is a way to die into rotten meat. Only Ni Ming, who went to Crab King Island with Liang Pengfei to get a gun, looked calm and calm.
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Each heavy machine gun looks like a strange-looking gun. Next to each heavy machine gun, there are boxes of bullets with a total of 5,000 bullets. In addition, there are several ammunition feeders, auxiliary personnel to change the barrel, and a few buckets of cold water that have been prepared for a long time, which is naturally prepared for the cooling cycle of the barrel cooling of the machine gun.
After all, Liang Pengfei is an arms dealer in later generations. He is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of various light and heavy weapons. In his eyes, the simpler and stronger the weapon is, the best weapon. For machine guns, his favorite is that Guo Lunov, a very famous Soviet weapon designer in World War II, designed a new air-cooled heavy machine gun.
Simple, strong, durable, and extremely reliable, but the problem is that although the current military research and development level is developing rapidly, some aspects have not reached the level of future generations. Finally, the Crab King Island Weapons Research Institute developed a very strange freak in Liang Pengfei's eyes.
A series of components with the baffle are nearly 120 kg. If all other unnecessary equipment is folded and replaced with a launch tripod, the weight will not exceed 40 kg.
However, due to the use of special large-caliber bullets, the effective range is 800 meters, and there is still a terrible lethality at 1,200 meters, with a theoretical rate of fire of 100 to 500 shots per minute.
Liang Pengfei is clear that in the time and space he once existed, as soon as the machine gun was born, it immediately showed its excellent surname ability on the battlefield. In 1893, Rhodesian's 50 infantry repelled the fierce attack of 5,000 Zuru people with four Maxim machine guns, leaving 3,000 corpses on the battlefield.
In 1895, in the Battle of Chitral in Afghanistan and the Battle of Sudan, Maxim machine guns also killed and wounded the attacking enemies. What Liang Pengfei remembers most was the British. In the Battle of Ntuman in 1988, 20,000 Islamic monks were massacred by the British invading army, and an estimated 15,000 people fell in front of the position of Maxim's machine gun.
In the Boer War that began in 1899, the Boers were destroyed by Maxim machine guns when they charged. The British won one glorious victory after another on the battlefield of South Africa with this advanced weapon, and finally captured the African gem of South Africa.
Liang Pengfei took a deep breath and sat in the position of the shooter. He put his hands on his posture and looked straight ahead coldly. There, hundreds of thousands of soldiers will use their lives and actions to compose a hymn of death.
Tens of millions of heavy hooves stepped lightly on the ground, and the continuous sound of hooves even covered up the loud sound of the hundred drums at the head of Yanjing City. It rumbled like the thunder swept by the sky. The speed of the riders under the cavalry of the Eight Banners began to accelerate, and the more rapid sound of the hooves was like the drums of the earth, trembling. Everyone's heart.
And the five thousand flag people's iron horse slowly speed up at the end of the team, which is the last strong brigade of the Manchus. For more than a hundred years, the Manchus have been used to a way of fighting, that is, to drive the Mongols or Han people as the forerunners, to fight for their lives and fight. In the end, the fruits of victory will come from the Manchus. Pick it up.
The horse ran faster and faster, like lightning, passing over the ground. As soon as the weeds crushed by the wind flew, they were blown higher by the horse behind them.
The Mongols raised the machete in their hands and howled loudly. For them, harvesting other people's lives is what they yearn for most. They like to watch the enemy's necks or spines split by their own machete, and like to see the desperate expressions of those enemies in front of their horses. I like to see the machete on the back of the enemy.
"Woo-ho-ho-ho..." The roar of 20,000 Mongolian iron riders, like the sad and excited howl of wolves on the grassland, echoing in the sky, echoing in the endless wilderness.
Liang Pengfei squeezed his lips tightly. Under the dark helmet, a pair of cold eyes became thinner and thinner. Next to him, the rangefinder was nervously and rationally counting the enemy's distance.
"Two kilometers... one thousand eight hundred meters... one thousand five hundred meters, one thousand three hundred meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters, eight hundred steps!!" The number of 1,000 meters was reported, and the small red flag standing next to the machine guns could fall, and the thumbs of the ten machine gunners pressed the trigger tightly.
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"Dad, Danda..." The machine gun began to shake. Its elbow joint mechanism moved quickly and flexibly like a human elbow joint. The muzzle began to spit out a long fire tongue, and the dotted streamer roared far ahead.
Giya Saiyin, a Mongolian warrior rushing to the front row, rode his beloved horse, waving the snowy machete in his hand, his eyes were shining, and he looked fearlessly at the dead and silent enemy camp. He believed in his machete, his riding skills, and his martial arts.
The blood of the Mongols is still hot, and the descendants of Genghis Khan will always remember the glory of their ancestors.
Jia Saiyin, who was brewing ** and murderous intentions, suddenly saw the front. A fire came out from the front of the enemy camp 800 steps away, which was very subtle, as if the Mongol was burning with flints. As soon as a trace of curiosity rose in his heart, he felt that his chest seemed to have been smashed several times by an iron fist. The originally magnificent body was pulled upside down by this gravity. At the moment of falling, the surprised afterglow in the corners of his eyes saw his side, and Jiygle, a warrior from the same tribe, turned into a broken watermelon out of thin air... As far as eight hundred steps, the deafening roar of the machine gun turned into a sound as light as the popping beans, and those crazy Mongols. The cavalry didn't even have any fear. They hissed and rushed forward with a bright machete, and then were stunned to see that there were deep holes in their mounts, and then died in despair.
Looking down from the sky, tens of thousands of iron riders gradually gathered together, converging into a wide flood flowing to the camp, just like the unstoppable torrent.
Liang Pengfei's muscles were shaking all over his body, and the roar of ten machine guns sounded into a piece. The muzzle of the gun was facing the narrow position, and the bullets roared like a hurricane, intertwining a death fire net that was almost invisible to the naked eye in the daytime.
After the large-caliber machine gun bullets entered the human body, the resistance warheads began to deform and roll. The entrance of each wound was just a small blood eye, but in the rear it was like a terrible blood hole that had been blown open.
Countless hot shell casings flew crazily with endless gunpowder smoke. In Liang Pengfei's eyes, the fire tongue ejected from the muzzle was so cheerful and pleasant, just like a hard-working farmer holding an extremely empty sle and easily sweeping off the crisp grass stemstalks and wheat poles.
The roar and howl have been covered up by the shocking drums and heavy hooves. Although the Mongolian cavalry in the rear saw the robes in front fall one by one, they continued to attack forward bravely.
Under the wall of Yanjing City, a few miles away, Qianlong looked anxiously at the battlefield where the dust in front of him was excited to cover the sky. I don't know why, the dead thieves camp raised a trace of ominous hunch in his heart...
(to be continued)