After a few seconds, the valley fell silent, and the messy sound of rifles stopped.

Xiang Xiaoqiang quietly looked up, and at the windows of the two machine guns, the glass was shattered, the wooden carriage was chiseled all over the eyes, and the wooden thorns were split out. Underneath the position of the turntable machine gun, there was still blood slowly dripping onto the roadbed.

There was a howl of ghosts and wolves in the train, and every window was empty, and one could imagine everyone scrambling to lie on the floor.

Then I heard shouts mixed with the angry rebuke of the officer, and two crisp pistol sounds. I don't know if it was a warning shot or if it really killed someone. Anyway, after a few moments, some of the windows poked their heads out, and this time they all put on their steel helmets.

Then, Makqin rang out again, and fired towards the approximate position of the mountain.

Probably because the machine guns were emboldened, the rifles also poked out one after another, and fired in the direction of the machine guns.

The sound of "tearing linen" on the hillside sounded again, and a field of sawdust and steel sparks flew everywhere at the Maxim machine gun, and immediately fell silent again.

Makqin's water sleeve was pierced, and the water flowed out like a stream. The thin steel guards were gouged through three eyes, and the second Heavy was facing the sky with a fountain of blood on his neck and chest, still bleeding.

But this time the rifle did not follow suit. The fire point on the hill was exposed. There was a curse on the train, hundreds of rifles found the target, and suddenly there was a deafening explosion, mixed with "grandma" and "brother-in-law", the valley boiled, and countless bullets and locusts rushed towards the fire points on the hillside.

Although Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that the fortifications were well constructed, when he saw that the firepower was so dense, he couldn't help but secretly look back at the mountain, biting a handful of hay in his mouth, and sweating down.

……

The bullet hit the rice bag with a "flutter", and the front sack was opened more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye, and the white rice flowed out. But raw rice is very hard and can absorb the energy of bullets as well as sand, and the rice bag is so thick that the bullet can't get into it at most a third. If it's flour, it's not going to work.

It was dark in the fortifications, and the light came in from a small firing port, except for a small part of the machine gunner's face. Bullets whizzed outside, "fluttering, fluttering" into the rice bag. The machine gunner concentrated, firing one shot at a time, quite accurately. With each flash of flames from the muzzle of the gun, a person was headshot in the train window below, sending a mist of blood.

The bombardier, who also served as the observer, crouched next to the main shooter, held a telescope, and looked down through the front and left firing ports to see if any Qing soldiers had disembarked from the train and outflanked the mountain. Every few seconds, I looked at the length of the chain that was left on the machine gun.

As the shooter pulls the trigger, the chain jumps and shortens, and when there are about a dozen rounds left, the bomber picks up a new chain and waits. As the last shell popped out, he quickly lifted the receiver cover, pulled out the old magazine, loaded the new one, and pressed the receiver cover with a "snap", and the shooter began to squint again. The bomber immediately sat down on the ground and quickly loaded the empty chain. After ten seconds or so, you have to grab the telescope and look through the side firing port twice. For this kind of firing point, being outflanked is the most terrible thing.

One wears two hats, and he's busier than the main shooter. As soon as the chain was loaded, the gunfire below gradually thinned out, and the shooter shouted:

"Change the barrel!"

This machine gun theoretically fires 150 rounds in a row, and the barrel needs to be changed only when it is red. And now there are less than 100 rounds, and they are mainly point shots. In addition, it is winter and the air is cold, and the barrel dissipates heat well, so there is no need to change it 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 other party plucks up the courage and charges the mountain all over the mountains, then there is really no chance to change the barrel of the gun. - Although looking at the current morale of the other party, it is unlikely that you will get out of the car and charge.

The shooter pulls the machine gun in, pulls open the tenon, rotates the holster guard 90 degrees, and pours out the hot, smoking barrel. The bombardier took it carefully with asbestos gloves, leaned to the side, picked up another spare barrel and handed it to the shooter. The shooter quickly pushed the barrel into the casing, turned it back, and pressed the tenon again. The whole process takes less than ten seconds.

The barrel was replaced, and the machine gun was re-mounted at the firing port. The Qing soldiers in the car all lay down again, and the shooter did not shoot, but squinted and watched.

It stands to reason that if it were an ordinary battlefield, a "woodpecker" machine gun would be condescending, looking down on the military columns that could not advance or retreat, and the people on the car would not scatter and flee, so they could completely strafe repeatedly and kill all the enemy troops in the car. Whether it is the current wooden carriage or the steel carriage of later generations, it cannot stop the bullets of the "Woodpecker" machine gun.

But not now, there are still people to save in the car, and what's worse is that I don't know which carriage they are in, so I can only focus on suppressing the machine guns on the car. For hundreds of rifles that fired scatteredly, they could only pick the most joyful headshots, and did not dare to fire in all directions.

Moreover, they also have a limited number of bullets.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang, who was lying on his stomach at the bottom of the mountain, listened to the wailing in the carriage, looked at the blood ticking down the bottom of the car, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to take his eyes off and stare at the blood. He felt his heart slowly hardening, slowly turning into a veteran who had seen blood.

Xiang Xiaoqiang finally realized how much advantage this machine gun can have on the battlefield. The enemy army had a thousand guns, as well as a light machine gun and a heavy machine gun. But now it is too much to hold its head up, and at least dozens of people have been killed or wounded.

He also understood why the Allied soldiers on the battlefields of World War II were so terrified by the gunfire of the MG machine gun, which resembled the sound of tearing linen.

In the few World War II shooters he played, as long as a companion in front of him shouted "MG42-" in despair, it meant that you had to lie down at the first time, or find shelter quickly, or you would immediately "GAMEOVER". Accompanied by the terrifying "tearing of linen" in the distance, the screams of companions, the "poof" of bullets hitting flesh and blood, and the screams of the air in the ears would be heard around him.

Now, he's experienced it for himself. It's reality, much more real than the game.

In fact, the "sound of tearing linen" recalled by World War II veterans generally does not refer to this "woodpecker", that is, MG34, but mostly refers to its improved version MG42. The MG34 has a theoretical rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute, and can barely hear the sound of each bullet. The MG42 has a theoretical rate of fire of 1,200 rounds per minute, and the sound of each bullet is not heard at all.

"It's a pity, it's a pity," Xiang Xiaoqiang chewed the hay and said with a strong smile in his heart, "I'm going back in 1940, and I can't wait for MG42 to be born......"

There were a few more crisp pistol sounds in the car, and under the strict order of the commander, two machine guns rang out again, and then they were dumbfounded by the "woodpecker" twice.

Three times, probably no one dared to approach the machine gun anymore...... No matter how much the officials threaten it, I'm afraid they will mutiny......

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the pocket watch, very good, from the start of the fight to now, it has only been eight minutes, and the opponent's two machine guns have been dumb three times. They are afraid that there are no machine gunners anymore. Even if they had sent a message for help just now, there would not have been an hour before the rescue could come.

You can play two more rounds, and when their morale is extremely low and their fear is extremely high, they can quickly rush to control the situation in one fell swoop and minimize casualties.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang was very strange, the Qing army was beaten like this, and they knew that they were coming at twelve female prisoners, why didn't they pull those prisoners to the window as shields? When the squad discussed in advance, they were afraid that the Qing soldiers would do this, and there was no way at all, and the machine guns would definitely not dare to fight, so they had to go up with submachine guns and fight hard.

But, why didn't the other party do it? Was it all of a sudden that I was blinded and didn't remember? Still is......

His heart sank: it couldn't be that they were all killed by machine guns......

As soon as this thought flashed, reason immediately told itself that it was impossible. He saw with his own eyes that the machine guns on the mountain were fired very carefully, and there was absolutely no random strafing. The standard in his mind, out of twelve female prisoners, allowed two or three casualties in battle. If you can save eight or nine people alive this time, it will be considered a success. Of course, his beloved Qiu Yu will never be allowed to break a little skin. He had already made up his mind that if Qiu Yu died, he would kill all the people in the car.

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 were dead people around them except blood. In the bushes about ten meters next to the railway, the captain and eight brothers were waiting for their signal.

After repeatedly observing and confirming that the Qing soldiers had been defeated to the last of their fighting spirit and that no one had gotten out of the car to outflank them, he took out his whistle, put his face on the firing port, and blew it down the mountain.

Hearing the sharp whistle on the mountain, Xiang Xiaoqiang took out a small long cylinder from his arms. This small jar is the size of a later generation of water bottles, with a pull tab on top. This is a special prop that he specially asked for from Dongchang, which can play the finishing role in the carjacking operation.

He lifted up and shouted:

"Ready—"

I pulled off the tab, waited two seconds, and shouted again:

"Cast !!"

In the grass on the side of the railway, nine small canisters flew out and flew into the windows of each carriage accurately. Immediately, the last man threw another one and threw it into the tenth carriage.

There was a "————" sound in the ten carriages, and after a few seconds, yellow smoke rose from the windows.

Nine men in the grass shouted together:

"Mustard gas——! Mustard gas——! Run!! ”

In the thick yellow smoke, the soldiers on the car were at a loss, and suddenly the four terrible words "mustard seed poison gas" drilled into their ears. Suddenly, the whole train was boiling, and everyone let out desperate cries, closed their eyes, desperately covered their mouths and noses with their cuffs, and scrambled out of the windows, trampling on each other, screaming incessantly.

After the First World War, the terrible word "mustard gas" quickly spread around the world and spread to the military camps of various countries. Everyone knows that this terrible yellow mist of oil smoke represents skin ulcers, lung burns, eye blindness, loss of life......

Now, on the train, discipline has collapsed as a whole, and even the officers are desperately squeezing out, and squeezing outside is life.

The soldiers who squeezed out of the car coughed loudly and took a big breath of fresh air. Some common sense used their hands to pick their throats to make themselves vomit, and more people desperately ran into the distance, letting out cries of fear and despair.

The machine guns on the mountain rang out again, and they fired slowly, picking up and running at the end, and soon, thousands of Qing officers and soldiers ran all over the mountains, and everyone knew that whoever ran slowly would be killed. Now no one fought back, and most even dropped their guns and ran into the distance without their lives......

Soon, there was silence around the train, and there was no one left in the open space on the opposite side except for a dozen or so corpses.

Yellow smoke still drifts out of each window, making a "snort" sound.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang pressed the ecstasy in his heart, he didn't expect his plan to go so smoothly! The rice bag really stopped the train! "Woodpecker" really suppressed two machine guns of the opponent three times! The will of the Qing soldiers was really crushed so quickly! The last yellow smoke bomb combined with the shouting of "mustard poison gas" really had the last chance to demoralize the other party, causing the whole car to flee, leaving behind an empty train and twelve prisoners!

It went so well!

Is this called a lucky star? What is a protagonist-level character? That's it!

But even more important is the "Woodpecker" machine gun! She is the number one contributor today. If Xiang Xiaoqiang had a soft ear and took the Czech light machine gun strongly recommended to him by Dongchang, he would never have achieved the current effect.

The MG34 machine gun dumbed out two of the opponent's machine guns three times with her sharp rate of fire. What's more, as soon as she came up, she quickly broke the other party's will.

Xiang Xiaoqiang silently said: Today, the glory belongs to MG.

……

There was another whistle on the mountain, which showed that the Qing army on the opposite side had run away.

With an order to Xiaoqiang, nine people quickly ran to the side of the train with submachine guns in their hands, and boarded the first five carriages in pairs.

The yellow smoke has basically dissipated, and the car is full of broken glass, bullet casings and blood stains.

Every time they kicked open a carriage door, they shouted "Shoot or kill", which was the password taught to Xiaoqiang. Everyone thought it was very deterrent and concise, so they adopted it.

There were several corpses lying on each carriage. It's all from the Qing army.

Not a single living person has been seen yet.

Nine carriages have been searched, leaving the last one.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's hand was already shaking. He wished he had kicked open the door in front of him and saw twelve frightened girls instead of twelve corpses.

Suddenly, there was a faint scream from behind the door.

This scream......

Xiang Xiaoqiang asked people to kick the door, locked it, and couldn't open it.

He shouted from behind the door:

"Do you hear? Stay away! We're going to open the lock with a gun! ”

I shouted a few times and didn't answer, and it was still that kind of staccato screaming.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart sank, pulled the trigger, and shot at the door lock.

Sparks flew and the connecting doorknob was chiseled into a hornet's nest.

He lifted his foot and kicked it, and the door opened.

The scene in front of them shocked everyone speechless.