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Almost at the same time, more than 40 12.7mm heavy machine guns of various types also joined the raging ranks, "Da da da! "Tom tom tom!" The voices are endless.

The heavy bullet easily passed through several layers of wooden vehicles, passed through the shield, passed through the heavy armor of the white armor soldiers, penetrated through the body, and unimpeded knocked over the war horses located more than 100 meters behind the platoon to the ground.

The nearly 1,000 platoon cars and hundreds of goose carts in the first three rows were like a rain of bullets, and in the whistling bullets and shells, they gradually fell apart and were broken.

Seeing that most of the platoon cars were destroyed, Wang Yue continued to issue orders.

"All the soldiers of the battalions, I order you to fire with all your might, fire with all your might!"

Nearly 2,000 Type 95 automatic rifles also joined the chorus, and for a time "Da Da Da! "Loud noise!

This time, I won't play Bang Bang, but I'll play Da!

For a time, the positions of the regimental training troops were full of tongues of fire spraying bullets. The rifles were all adjusted to the automatic position, and each rifle flew towards the Qing army at a rate of 750 rounds per minute, not counting the magazine change time.

The density of the bullet rain suddenly increased, as if a whirlwind blew from the regimental training position, and the pouring rain crashed sideways towards the Qing army.

If you are in the Qing army formation at this time, you can hear, "Whoosh!" The bullets whizzed, "Puff puff!" "The sound of bullets entering the human body, the screams of the Qing soldiers before they died, the screams of war horses, the sound of explosions, and the sound of shrapnel flying.

Abatai's eyes almost didn't fall to the ground, for an ancient general, where had he ever seen this kind of bullet rain that was denser than the firepower of any army in World War II, exaggerated to the point that he couldn't imagine.

This kind of devastating and overwhelming momentum frightened him and made him sweat coldly.

Seeing his own Qing warriors falling in rows and piles of them, and the opponent's firearms and artillery were like a surging river, fighting like a storm.

Abatai said in his heart: It's over, it's all over!

Yanguli sat down on the ground and wept well: "O my warriors of the Qing Dynasty! I'm sorry for you! ”

From the high place where Wang Yue was, the rain of bullets was like a wave rolling towards the Qing army, and the Qing army fell one after another, and the blood flowed like a river.

Those Qing soldiers looked different before they died, some fell to the ground in a circle, some were knocked out and fell to the ground, some were beaten and jumped up and fell to the ground, some were directly interrupted from the middle of the body, some were continuously shot and broken, some were shot in the head, and so on.

Wang Yue felt that this was not a war, this was a repetition of the Nanjing Massacre, and he was overestimating the enemy and underestimating himself.

Zhang Ziyun's hands holding the telescope trembled a little: "This, this, this!" ”

I couldn't speak for a long time, and I saw with my own eyes that tens of thousands of people were struggling on the death line, and countless people were killed every second, which was too shocking. I never thought there would be such a miserable scene when I lived so much, and hell is nothing more than that, right?

The corners of Wang Yue's mouth twitched: "See, right?" It's called a rain of bullets! ”

"How pitiful!" Zhang Ziyun's kind heart attacked.

Wang Yue snorted and said, "Poor? If we are losers, we are more pitiful than them. If we fail, the people of the starting point will be very pitiful! The people of Jingshi will also be very pitiful! These Tartars can't be uninvited, right? They are here to kill people and set fires, they are here to rob money and women. If you are kind and kind, you will harm others and yourself! ”

The more Wang spoke, the louder he became.

Zhang Ziyun put down the binoculars, reached out and hugged him, put his head on his chest, and said softly: "I know!" ”

This man made him feel very secure, and the vicious Jiannu had no power to fight back in his hands.

Wang Yue held her waist, felt her softness, and said in his heart: Kind woman.

At this time, the two Qing cavalry that were preparing to attack on the rear flank at the same time saw the tragic image of their own people on the way to attack, and their eyes were completely torn apart.

One by one, they desperately urged their horses forward, hoping to reach the enemy's back as soon as possible and deliver a fatal blow.

They ran head-on into the armored vehicle unit of the reconnaissance company, and six or seven armored vehicles with machine guns on board, plus sixty or seventy Type 95 automatic rifles, fired heavily at them from a distance of more than 300 meters.

Three thousand people charged against the rain of bullets on high-speed warhorses, and the Qing soldiers who were hit fell down with a crackle.

Kustu roared loudly: "Damn Ming dog, take your life!" ”

As soon as he finished shouting, he was hit by two bullets in succession, and two large holes were opened in his back, which he planted under the horse.

Darha was closest to him, and his heart was filled with grief to see him die.

"The warriors of the Qing Dynasty, rush over and kill all these Ming dogs to avenge Lord Kustu!" He roared with tears in his eyes.

The Qing cavalry slapped their mounts desperately, hoping to reach the enemy as soon as possible and let them taste the power of the Qing warriors.

The speed of the galloping horse is also amazing, three hundred meters is not long, but it is not short. Cao Shuiming's regimental training soldiers fired five or six magazines alone, pouring more than 10,000 rounds of ammunition into the 3,000 cavalry, and the Qing cavalry was almost 50 meters away.

He decisively ordered all the soldiers to get on the car, and the regimental commander said that the distance of the Tartar's cavalry and fire was within thirty-six meters, and if he could, he would not fight hard.

The remnants of the cavalry led by Darha, seeing that they were about to reach the distance of cavalry and shooting, were about to rain down arrows one by one, but the hateful Ming army slipped and ran into the iron cart.

At this time, the 3,000 cavalry had been seriously reduced by ninety percent, and there were only more than 300 people at most, and many of them were wounded.

This turned out to be caused by those dozens of people, in a very short period of time.

This made them frightened and angry, and finally rushed to the enemy's iron cart, and shot the arrows that had already been set up in their hands, and after shooting three arrows in a row, they all bent their bows on their backs, drew their sabers, and slashed at the armored car.

Many Qing soldiers shouted: "Kill the Ming dog!" ”

Just listen to "Thunderbolt!" There was a loud sound, and sparks from the saber were scattered. The iron car was unscathed, but it was numb. Some Qing soldiers hated these people so much that they cut too hard, and their sabers were cut off.

When they were chopping happily, suddenly the iron car accelerated en masse. The speed caught those who cut Huan off guard, and several of them rolled under the car at once. After the tin car, those people were crushed into pulp.

The armored car drove not far before it drove back, this time smashing into the crowd in a daze. The armored car was huge, and it was a group of seven vehicles, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't dodge, and dozens of Qing soldiers died under the tracks.

After seven cars, the ground was a blur of flesh and blood, and the Qing soldiers and horses who were crushed to death were miserable, and they couldn't tell whether they were human flesh or horse meat, and they were in a mess.