Bullets rained down on the Sea Clan Army, which was regrouping and preparing to meet the enemy.

The commander gritted his teeth with hatred for the unknown people who hindered him from winning the fruits of victory, and looked at the forty or fifty minotaurs who had been besieged and killed dozens of meters away on the opposite side, standing in front of the formation and just thinking of a few cruel words, and then fighting to the death, but the sudden sound of gunfire frightened him back from his organized words, "Buzz" Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, then a weakness in his right leg, and then a sudden feeling of emptiness in his stomach, and he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but what rushed out of his throat was a thick fishy liquid.

The Sea Clan Leader stared and fell to the ground, his unusually sensitive hearing system catching the screams that rang out behind him in the last moments of his life.

Jing Jun gritted his teeth, his left arm controlled the direction of the barrel, and his right arm shook the crank with extremely calm strength and speed.

In general, the range of this machine gun is very scattered, such a defect will eventually cause a decrease in the hit rate, if it is put in modern warfare, there is a certain distance between the infantry, and when encountering fierce fire, it will be immediately paid to the ground, tens of thousands of bullets are fired, the killing effect is not particularly terrifying, and the purpose is more to make the infantry dare not raise their heads.

However, let's not forget, this is a battlefield in another world, and the basic cold weapons used by both sides of the war are primitive, and the victory of a battle in this era depends largely on the tactics of the sea of people, and the number of people is the strength.

The Minotaur is strong, but how can a hundred people withstand the siege of two thousand people, not to mention that the vast majority of these two thousand are lobster warriors whose strength is not far from the Minotaur.

Just now, Lao Jing relieved the siege of the Minotaur with a lightning ball bombardment, and the traditional understanding of the battle array in the lobster warriors' minds made them gather together again, in fact, there were very few people in the woods on both sides, and they were basically concentrated in the circular clearing that they had carved out.

Although the scattering of the machine gun is relatively serious, but they stand in a concentrated position, even if the bullet is deflected, they will still find a human body to drill into, and maybe the place where they go in will not be able to kill these powerful soldiers for the time being.

In fact, from yesterday's battlefield in Donghai Town, the army of the Crab Tyrant did not understand the characteristics of this modern firearm, and wanted to rely on the number of people to break down the Minotaur defense line and capture Donghai Town, and finally was killed by two machine guns and a thousand shots.

Now here, the lobster troops who are preparing to sneak attack a battalion still don't know about this weapon, so they are still gathered together, so their tragic fate is right.

The Sea Clan commander was the first to bear the brunt of the guns, and the army temporarily lost the character who could respond to the call, and once the machine gun started firing, it would not stop until the bullets ran out or the barrel was overheated.

The regular gunfire continued, and there were fighters in the Sea Clan camp who continued to be shot, which was still due to the fact that the lobster warriors were all carrying thick shells, and the power of the bullets of the caliber of 7.62 mm was still more difficult to break through the carapace with a thickness of more than 30 mm, but even so, after a chain of bullets was fired, there were five or six hundred lobster warriors who died.

Some people may say that this is how many people were killed, didn't they kill tens of thousands of people in Donghai Town yesterday?

Hehe, this is naturally a reason, yesterday's battlefield lateral battle line was relatively long, and there were more sea clan warriors lined up, so there were more people who died, but at present it is different, the trail is narrow, even if the lobster warriors have opened up an open space, but the number of people in a row is very limited, more than half of the bullets can not break through the carapace defense, resulting in a waste of bullets, and as the corpses continue to fall to the ground, their huge bodies have formed a protective bunker for the surviving fighters in the rear, and the bullets are even more difficult to penetrate.

After a few minutes of being slaughtered, some of the most active lobster warriors found that hiding in the woods on either side seemed to be the right choice, so the number of effective kills was not much.

Jing Jun stopped shaking the crank, took out another bullet chain, and pressed it under the bolt very skillfully with a few "clicks", and inadvertently glanced at Niu Qing beside him, but happened to see the latter's cow mouth wide open, crystal saliva drooling straight down, and his eyes stared out of the socket half an inch, which made people worry about whether it would fall out.

Lao Jing smiled helplessly, Niu Qing's performance was normal, how could the orcs in this world have ever seen such a terrifying weapon of war killing, and after the excellent performance of the machine gun yesterday, wasn't the always steady dog Wujian military division so shocked that his long tongue drooped out?

Looking down at the heavy barrel that had just stopped turning due to inertia, I felt that the temperature was okay, and it could withstand another round.

But looking up at the lobster warriors in front of him made him frown, at this time, those still alive sea warriors had turned back from the initial state of waiting for death, and without waiting for any orders, they turned around and returned to their original appearance, fleeing with their black carapace on their backs.

Lao Jing's eyes received the sunlight reflected by those carapaces from time to time, and he muttered in his heart, "The caliber of the bullets is still small, the shells of these guys are too hard, do you need to fight them anymore?"

I can't help but think about whether he should continue to fight, the shell of the lobster warriors is hard, they transform and crawl inadvertently make their target much smaller, it is estimated that they will not be able to kill many people again, just a waste of bullets.

Presumably, they didn't dare to attack again for a short time after they fled back, which just gave the battalion a chance to breathe.

Lao Jing sighed and greeted the cat Yanran, who was squatting on the ground and dutifully supporting the chain, but found that Niu Qing was still useless and had not recovered from the shock.

"Ahem, uh, Brother Niu, that, how is your injury?"

Jing Jun rubbed his hands, rubbed his somewhat sore shoulders, and asked Niu Qing.

But the latter turned a deaf ear, glared at the bull's eye that Jing Jun thought had not blinked for three or five minutes, and removed his gaze from the pile of Sea Clan corpses that had gradually fled, and set his eyes on the hand-cranked Gatling that Lao Jing had not yet included in the ring.

Dragging the injured leg with Bai Sensen's harpoon, he limped to the side of the cart, and let go of the giant sword shield that he had always loved before, trembling his thick hands and gently stroking the swarthy machine gun.

That action, that look, as if the person in front of him was a lover he hadn't met for a long time, but had always been in love.

Gently stroked the body of the gun that was still cold except for the barrel, a big black face was almost attached to it, the fat lips were kissed, and the dry eyes that had not blinked for a long time suddenly poured out a large number of tears, and the "flutter" dripped on the iron car.

Jing Jun was shocked by Niu Qing's tender appearance, and pressed his temples with his thumb vigorously, wanting to make sure that he was definitely awake.

"I can't imagine that Niu Qing, who has always been smug and heartless, still has this side......"

Looking at the other surviving fighters with a wry smile, he found that their expressions were actually similar to Niu Qing's, but they were better than Niu Qing in that they didn't hug them and kiss them with machine guns.

"Huh, Brother Niu, why are you crying? Is the wound very painful? Oh, what are you doing that? Phew! Dirty ......."

Just when everyone was thinking about it, an innocent and immature girl's voice sounded.

It turned out that Mao Yanran didn't know when she turned to Niu Qing's side, but she happened to see the latter kissing the barrel of the gun, and immediately screamed.

Jing Jun listened interestingly, and before he could speak, the little girl jumped closer, raised her little head and said in a voice that was almost "complaining": "Brother, look, Brother Niu, he is so dirty......"

"Haha......"

"Haha! yes, Niu Qing is really dirty, haha......"

"Eh, I said Niu Qing, don't patronize that thing, I'll introduce you to this brother......

"Huh...... What a beautiful little girl, how old is she?"

Mao Yanran's embarrassment of breaking Niu Qing instantly enlivened the atmosphere of the scene, and there were those who took the opportunity to make fun of Niu Qing, some who doubted the identity of the person who suddenly appeared and saved their lives, and some who teased Mao Yanran, and more who gathered around the small iron car and squatted down with a huge body to observe carefully.

Niu Qing raised his head, sighed his thick lips a few times, felt the iron smell in his mouth, and found that the taste was indeed not very good, "Phew!" He spat heavily, and then he completely returned to his usual appearance, but the red and blue blood stains on his body showed that he had experienced a terrible battle.

Lao Niu got up, grinned at Jing Jun, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, brother, I think you are so bitter, it's a little later...... Oops, it hurts the old cow to death......"

Niu Qing almost fell to the ground, it turned out that he was looking at the gun just now, and he forgot that he still had half a harpoon on his leg, which would be physically and mentally excited and nervous, and he didn't feel pain, at this time his body and mind relaxed, and he wanted to go over to give Lao Jing a hug, and when he raised his leg to pull the wound, he suddenly felt pain in his muscles and bones.

His left hand grabbed his thigh, his right hand held the harpoon outside the wound, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he suddenly pulled out the harpoon, and a bloody arrow spewed out.

There were already other soldiers around him who sprinkled healing and hemostatic powder at the moment when Niu Qing pulled out the harpoon, and wrapped it in gauze neatly, the whole process was smooth and natural, presumably this person's identity was similar to that of a military doctor.

It didn't take much time to finish dressing this wound, Lao Niu tried to wash his feet, although he was squeezing his thighs tightly, but the pain was much less, he reached out to pull away the doctor who had to deal with other wounds on his body, walked up to Jing Jun, opened his thick arms, and didn't care about the blood stains on his body, and directly came to a big hug.

Lao Jing sighed secretly, he couldn't stand the hugs of the bull-headed people the most, not because he had any opinions on them, but because these real people always didn't know the importance when they hugged them, and Lao Jing's body size was similar to a child in their arms, and his whole head was buried in his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Niu Ben saw him like this, and so did Niu Qing.

However, Lao Jing still quietly accepted the most sincere hug from Niu Qing, as he said, if he and Mao Yanran did not follow the trail but went directly to the third camp, the big-mouthed and rugged Niu Qing would only become a figure in their memory.