The first bullet in the chain was loaded into the chamber, and then something became natural. The first bullet burst out of the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun with flames and rushed towards the target less than 30 meters from the muzzle.

It was already a very close target, and it was a dense crowd that didn't need any aiming at all. For the first time in history, heavy machine guns have at least doubled the rate at which humans can slaughter their own kind.

"Bump Bump!" The undulating and gushing gunfire suddenly quieted down the noisy battlefield, and the battle situation, which was still very stale, became clear and clear with these coherent gunshots.

In an instant, the bullets swept into the Arrant soldiers standing in a row, and they stood in such a dense formation that they looked as if they were being watched in a row on the execution ground.

In fact, they were indeed the same as they were on the execution ground - bullets that could have traveled thousands of meters were far from losing their penetrating strength due to the blocking of armor, and many bullets pierced the armor of the second row of soldiers after penetrating the first person.

Blood splattered through the crowd and sprayed on the faces of the soldiers in the back; The bullet flew everywhere because it was blocked by metal, slicing through anything it came across with the force of inertia. People fell one after another, and after only a dozen seconds, the phalanx of Arrant's soldiers pushed back dozens of meters away.

It's not that the soldiers have time to retreat, it's just that everyone in front of them is no longer standing. The ground was covered with the corpses of soldiers and the wounded still screaming, while those who had not yet fallen were still struggling in a torrent of bullets.

Frankie saw what was happening in front of him, he raised his sword aloft, and before he could change his posture of ordering the soldiers to charge, he did not dare to make any movements. He saw his soldiers fall in pieces as if by magic, like ripe crops in a field.

The storm of bloody wind, spreading in the rain formed by bullets, destroyed the faith of all the Arrant soldiers at once. But the Arrant soldiers did not flee because they did not have time to retreat.

Before the soldiers could make a turn, they were already sieveed by the oncoming bullets, and because there were no tracer bullets, they could not even see the path of the bullets, so they were crushed in the head and lay on their backs.

At the same time that the Maxim heavy machine gun continued to spit out deadly tongues of fire, the second heavy machine gun was pushed onto this high ground in the gasp of the Irlanhill soldiers. Then, this feast of death became even more cheerful, cheerful and despairing.

"Bump Bump!" Feeling the vibration of the machine gun, the co-shooter knelt behind the steel plate and kept holding the chain to the right position. Then, as if by magic, these bullets were sucked into the body of the machine gun, turning into scattered cartridge casings that clanged and fell to the shooter's feet.

The rate of fire of the bullets has been raised to the point where the rifle cannot catch up, and the strafing speed of such a heavy machine gun is almost comparable to the firepower of a platoon or even a company. So when automatic weapons appeared, trenches became the only way to save soldiers' lives.

In less than a minute, the phalanx of Arrant soldiers blocked in the gap was pierced by bullets, and the entire battlefield was littered with corpses, as if the devil had descended on the end of the world in a religious scroll.

Then the bullets rushed into the crowd of archers, who had no armor and no shield to protect them. The young men, who had begun to break up, had been punched out of their backs and fell down in the streets, beside the bodies of their companions.

The 2,000 men in front of them barely had any way to live, and the sound of machine-gun slaughter was continuous and steady. The grenadiers began to cautiously cross the vantage point on both sides of the machine guns, and then they saw the scene of making themselves vomit.

The corpses pressed one against the other, and blood flowed in the middle of the corpses. There were no cries or howls, and the wounded who had just been beaten into a sieve had drained their blood before the slaughter was over.

The two machine guns stopped firing in tacit agreement, and hot air came out of the muzzles. In the water tank connected by the water pipe under the muzzle, the sound of boiling water getting weaker and weaker. The grenadiers of Ellan Hill hobbled their weapons and staggered deep and shallow on the corpse.

Because there are too many corpses and the pile is too thick, people who walk on the flesh need to be very careful, there is blood that has not dried up, and there are still corpses that are not stiff, if you are not careful, the whole person will fall, and then the clothes will become blood red.

"Hell!" The battalion commander, who had climbed the commanding heights with his sword, cursed, and he saw his wounded and the corpses of his men. However, when he climbed the steep slope and saw the other side of the anticline, he involuntarily narrowed his eyes and frowned.

The power of industrial weapons has only just shown a little shyness, and it has almost pushed human civilization to a cruel peak. Even the city that had been burned by the dragon was far less bloody than what was in front of them.

"Gross!" A soldier lay on the edge of the crumbling wall, hunched over the broken bricks that had been loosened, and vomited. He was a new recruit on the battlefield, and it was the first time he had seen such a realistic picture of victory.

The sound of the recruits retching made the rest of the soldiers pale and their stomachs upset, and it was the first time they had seen a heavy machine gun dump bullets on a person. Frankly speaking, although the result was so bloody that everyone doubted their lives, the way the heavy machine gun opened fire was really handsome!

The adrenaline of countless people was rushing, and the grenadiers, who had already walked down the slope, began to look at the city in front of them, which was now almost the trophy of Iran Hill, and everyone thought so in their hearts at this time.

After seeing the strafing of heavy machine guns, no one doubts the outcome of the battle anymore. It is impossible for the other party to withstand such an attack, or rather, no one can withstand such a terrible attack!

Maybe the army of the Magic Empire can resist the slaughter of industrial civilization, but the reality is in front of us, there is no army of the Magic Empire here, and some are just the flesh of the Arrant Empire.

"Ahh Just when everyone felt that the victory had come so bloody and so crisp, a strong man covered in blood stood up from the middle of a pile of corpses. He carried a long sword full of blood, which had already disgraced the ornate armor on his body.

The bloodied man swung his sword like a demon in hell, startling several of the surrounding Elanhill grenadiers. But soon they came to their senses - the guy in front of them was just a lucky guy who didn't die, and it wasn't something scary.

Frankie was finally knocked down by his own men, who were sieveed by bullets, but he was only struck in the abdomen. The bullet caused him untold pain, but it didn't kill him.

So, after the grenadiers of Iran Hill had captured the breach, he came to his senses, and the stubborn old man resolutely chose to stand up and face the enemies he could not defeat.

"Come on! Like a man, fight with dignity! Frankie swung his sword and staggered forward, only to find that none of the surrounding Ellan Hill grenadiers had any intention of approaching him.

Several soldiers held long bayonets, kept their distance, and persuaded him to surrender, and their tones were full of sincerity: "Sir! Surrender! You've already lost! "Yes! It's not easy to survive! Don't waste your life! ”

"Phew!" Spat out a mouthful of blood, Frankie took a step forward, slashed the long spur in front of him with a sword, and shouted loudly without appreciation: "I am Frankie!" Wallawao's defenders! Who dares to come up and fight me? ”

The soldier who was enraged by him finally couldn't help it, and suddenly took a step forward, the bayonet in his hand straight forward, and the speed was terrifying. For the past few months, he has been practicing this movement hundreds of times a day, and all the technical essentials have been implanted into his muscle memory.

Even if there is only one such move, the power of this move is quite huge. If he was facing an ordinary soldier in Arant, it was not certain who would have died. But he was facing a general, an old man with superb swordsmanship.

A backhand sword slashed through the opponent's forced stab, and Frankie's long sword slashed at the opponent's shoulder like a snake spitting out a letter. The soldier seemed to realize the strength of the other party, but before he could react from his surprise, he was struck in the shoulder by the long sword, and fell with a scream of blood.

Frankie, who succeeded in the first blow, was even more ferocious, and his blood was like a killing god, he glanced at the corpse of the Iran Hill soldier lying down, and shouted hoarsely: "But that's it! Next! Come on! ”

Having practiced swordsmanship since childhood, Frankie can even knock over a dozen opponents by himself, and he has never feared anyone in close combat. Looking at the entire Arrant Empire, a swordsman like Frankie can also be called one of the best.

Anyway, he doesn't want to live now, as long as he can let the other party rush up and fight, he is confident that he can take out more enemies. He didn't think about how to survive now, he was thinking about how to explain to the thousands of Arrant soldiers at his feet.

These are all young people who fought with him until the last moment, he led them here, to this road of no return, he must give an explanation to these people! Thinking of this, he slowly scanned the surroundings, like a king patrolling his territory.

Then he heard the sound of a bolt pulling......