"Come, brothers, come over, come, one for each person, before getting on the plane, I'm addicted to smoking. [No pop-up novel network] "Liang Pengfei happily took out huge cigars from the cigar box that Monk Chen was holding in his hand, Liang Shuisheng, Wu Qianjin, and Bai Shusheng...... Finally, another one was handed to Monk Chen.

Even himself, there are ten people in total, these ten people, that is, ten machine gunners, no way, these guys are simply crying and shouting and hugging Liang Pengfei's thigh and saying that they will go on this day, because today's battle can be regarded as a battle that determines the change of a dynasty, and it is a defensive war, and the veteran ruffian who is itching to go crazy is naturally not far behind, and he has to jump up and do the machine gunner.

"Brothers, have you memorized the tricks of the training a few days ago, don't fuck me when the time comes, my heart and liver will tremble, this thing is not killing people, it is sweeping people, and sweeping people up as garbage, sweeping them up." Liang Pengfei let out a thick puff of smoke and smiled at the subordinates gathered around him, but the smile looked extremely hideous at the moment.

"Young master, don't worry, deal with these clear dogs, let me kill ten thousand without mercy." Monk Chen smiled, that smile pulled the scar on his cheek, coupled with his burly head, horizontal flesh, and white shining teeth, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a blood-devouring beast.

"Get on board!" After Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and punched everyone's chest, he let out a loud shout and walked towards the heavy machine gun placed in the center of the position, and the others also looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards their respective positions.

More than a dozen steps behind him, there were tens of thousands of soldiers who were ready to go, all holding the steel guns in their hands tightly at this moment, and followed the figures of Liang Pengfei and others with their admiring and envious eyes.

And Sun Shijie and the others standing in front of the crowd were already covered with sweat. "Isn't it too risky, adults?"

"It's okay, you'll know when you start, adults will never do things that you are not sure of, don't underestimate these ten machine guns, if I hadn't seen adults use them at the King of Crab Island test range, I'm afraid I think the same as you, but after reading it, this kind of machine gun, as long as the enemy is coming from the front, as long as there are bullets in the gun, then, what awaits the enemy can only be death, and it is a way to die that turns into rotten meat." Only Ni Ming, who had gone to King Crab Island with Liang Pengfei to get a gun, looked calm and calm.

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Each heavy machine gun looks like a strange cannon from the outside, and next to each heavy machine gun is several boxes of bullets with a total of 5,000 rounds. In addition, there were several ammunition suppliers, auxiliary personnel for barrel replacement, and several buckets of cold water that had been prepared long ago, which were naturally prepared for the cooling cycle of the barrel of the machine gun.

After all, Liang Pengfei was an arms dealer in later generations, and he was very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of various light and heavy weapons, in his eyes, the simpler and stronger the weapon, the best weapon, for the machine gun, his favorite was the very famous Soviet weapons designer Guo Liunov in World War II, who designed a new air-cooled heavy machine gun.

Simple, sturdy, durable, and reliable, but the problem is that although the current level of military research and development is developing rapidly, some aspects have not yet reached the level of later generations, and in the end, the King Crab Island Weapons Research Institute developed a very strange freak in the eyes of Liang Pengfei.

A series of components with a baffle are close to 120 kilograms, and if all other unnecessary equipment is dismantled and replaced with a launch tripod, the weight will not exceed 40 kilograms.

However, because it uses a special large-caliber bullet, it has an effective range of 800 meters, and it still has terrible lethality at 1,200 meters, with a theoretical rate of fire of 100 to 500 rounds per minute.

Liang Pengfei knew that in the time and space where he once existed, as soon as the machine gun was born, it immediately showed its outstanding ability on the battlefield, and in one or three years, fifty infantry in Rhodesia repelled the fierce attack of five thousand Zulus with four Makqin machine guns, leaving three thousand corpses on the battlefield.

In the first five years, in the Battle of Chitral in Afghanistan and the Battle of Sudan, the Maxim machine gun also caused heavy casualties to the attacking enemy. Liang Pengfei's most vivid memory is the British, in the Battle of Omdurman in Sudan in the first eight years, 20,000 Islamic dervishes were slaughtered by the British invading army, and it is estimated that 15,000 people fell in front of the position of the Makqin machine gun.

In the Boer War that began in 19, the Boers were destroyed by the Maxim machine gun when they charged, and the British relied on this advanced weapon to achieve one glorious victory after another on the battlefield in South Africa, and finally seized South Africa, the jewel of Africa.

Liang Pengfei took a deep breath, sat down in the position of the shooter, put his hands in a posture, and looked straight ahead with cold eyes, where hundreds of thousands of Qing soldiers would use their lives and actions to compose a hymn to death.

Tens of thousands of heavy hooves stepped lightly on the ground, and the continuous sound of hooves even covered up the loud sound of the hundred-sided drums at the head of Yanjing City, booming, like the thunder swept from the sky, the speed of the mount under the Eight Banners cavalry began to accelerate, and the more rapid hooves sounded like a drum beating the earth, shaking everyone's heart.

And the 5,000 bannermen iron cavalry is located at the rear of the team and slowly speeds up, that is the last strong force of the Manchurians, for more than a hundred years, the Manchus have been accustomed to a way of fighting, that is, to drive the Mongols or Han people to the front, to fight, to fight, in the end, the fruits of victory will be picked by the Manchus.

The horses galloped faster and faster, like lightning bolts, and swept across the ground, and as soon as the weeds that were broken by the wind flew up, they were led up by the horses behind them and blown higher by the wind.

The Mongols raised their scimitars in their hands and howled loudly, for they loved to reap the lives of others as they longed for the most, and they loved to see their enemies' necks or spines split by their own scimitars, to see their enemies look desperate in front of their horses, and to see their machetes with their backs against them.

......The roar of the 20,000 Mongolian iron horsemen, like the mournful and excited howl of the wolves on the steppe, echoed in the sky and echoed in the endless wilderness.

Liang Pengfei pursed his lips tightly, under the pitch-black steel helmet, a pair of cold eyes narrowed more and more, and next to him, the rangefinder was nervously but sensibly silently counting the enemy's distance.

"Two thousand meters...... 1,800 meters...... Fifteen hundred meters, one thousand three hundred meters, one thousand one hundred meters, one thousand meters, eight hundred steps!! The figure of a thousand meters was reported, and the little red flag standing next to the machine guns was falling, and the machine gunners of the ten machine guns all pressed the trigger with their thumbs.

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The machine gun began to shake, its knuckle mechanism moving as fast and flexible as a human elbow joint, and the muzzle began to spit out long tongues ......of fire, and a stream of light screamed far ahead.

Rushing to the front row, the Mongol warrior Jiya Saiyin rode his beloved horse, brandished the snow scimitar in his hand, his eyes lit up, and looked fearlessly at the dead and silent enemy camp, he believed in his scimitar, his own horsemanship, his own bravery.

The blood of the Mongols is still hot, and the descendants of Genghis Khan will always remember the glory of their ancestors.

Ji Ya Saiyin, who was brewing passion and killing intent, suddenly saw the front of the enemy camp eight hundred paces away, and there was a fire in front of it, very subtle, as if the Mongols were using flint to make fire, and a trace of curiosity just rose in his heart, and he felt as if his chest had been smashed several times by an iron fist, and his originally majestic and high-spirited body was pulled upside down by this gravity. At the moment of falling, out of the corner of his eye, Jiyasayin saw in surprise that the head of Jiyugrad, a warrior from the same tribe as himself, had turned into a broken watermelon out of thin air...... Eight hundred paces away, the deafening roar of the machine gun turned into a sound as light as the popping beans, and the Mongolian cavalry who were frantically assaulting did not even have time to have any fear, they screamed and brandished their bright scimitars and rushed forward, and then they were stunned to see that there were deep holes in their own mounts, and then died in despair.

Looking down from the sky, tens of thousands of iron horsemen gradually gathered together, converging into a torrent of wide and wide miles surging towards the camp, like an unstoppable rushing torrent.

Liang Pengfei's muscles were shaking, and the roar of ten machine guns rang out in unison, the muzzles of the guns faced the narrow position, and the bullets whistled like a hurricane, interweaving a web of death that was almost invisible to the naked eye in the daytime.

After the large-caliber machine gun bullet entered the human body, the resistance of the bullet began to deform and roll, and the entrance of each wound was nothing more than a small bloody eye, but in the rear it was like a terrible blood hole that had been blown open.

Countless hot bullet casings flew wildly with unfinished gunsmoke, and in Liang Pengfei's eyes, the tongue of fire sprayed out of the muzzle of the gun was so cheerful and pleasant, like a hard-working farmer holding a huge scythe with an incomparably wide blade, easily sweeping off the crisp grass stalks and wheat stalks.

The roars and howls had been muffled by the earth-shattering war drums and heavy hooves, and although the Mongol cavalry in the rear saw the robes in front of them fall one by one, they fearlessly continued to bravely assault forward.

A few miles away under the city wall of Yanjing City, Qianlong's eyes were extremely anxious to look at the battlefield in front of him where the sand and dust were so stirred that he couldn't tell the sky......

(To be continued)