Chapter 60 Steel Monster
Although the whistle frightened many horses, there were still some people who rushed forward on their horses regardless of the consequences.
"beep……"
Amid the deafening sound of the whistle, Juan rushed forward desperately, swinging his spear hard and stabbing at the monster's head.
"Bang..."
The spearhead broke and the man flew off the horse. Juan was dumbfounded after falling off the horse. He looked at the broken spearhead and the determination in his eyes turned into fear.
Like him, the tribesmen who rushed forward one after another crashed into the monster. Some horses directly hit its wheels and were instantly crushed into a ball of minced meat.
The air was filled with the sound of bones being crushed. Some people had half of their bodies crushed, and then they screamed and howled in a pool of blood. Those who were knocked down could only let it crush them in despair.
he came!
He came, and Juan wanted to move, but he found that his legs could not move at all, as if the monster had cast a spell on him. They were soft and without any strength. He could only watch it rush towards him.
The earth trembled under its huge feet, and as it rushed towards him, Juan despaired and cried out in despair.
"Mother……"
Fear, boundless fear filled Hu Xin's heart. He could only cry and shout desperately, calling for his mother, as if only his mother could make him feel safe. But even so, what could he do? Juan, who fell to the ground and couldn't move, could only cry and shout, watching the demon rushing out of hell open his "fire-breathing big mouth" and slowly walk towards him.
Then, in the white anger and black anger, he was swallowed up little by little. The moment Juan felt himself being swallowed, he collapsed, and felt a heat in his crotch, and he urinated, and then he lay on the ground like a fool, as if he was "swallowed" by the devil...
Juan was eaten by the devil!
Manuel Namunguza, who had finally managed to rein in his horse and calm his frightened mount, had fear in his eyes.
what is that?
he does not know.
It could spit fire, smoke, and move. It was as huge as a house. Its roar could scare the bravest tribal warriors out of their wits. Even Juan was "eaten" by it in one bite.
This, is this the devil coming from?
despair!
Even though Manuel Namunguza was surrounded by thousands of Mapuche warriors, and even though they only lost a few dozen people, and even though those "minions of the devil" kept shooting him, for all the Mapuche people, including Manuel Namunguza, what really frightened them was not the muskets.
But it's the fire-breathing demon!
A brave warrior rushed forward, but was knocked down by it. Before the warrior could get up, it tore him to pieces with its huge claws. The bones and flesh of horses and people were hanging on its huge claws. It kept moving and slowly walked towards them.
"They are demons..."
The fear of the unknown made these brave Mapuche people choose to flee. Fear will spread, and when someone chooses to flee, others will follow suit. One after another, the Mapuche people who were frightened by the "monster" chose to flee. They turned their horses around and fled in the direction they came from.
"Chief, they have demonic beasts, let's run away..."
Under the persuasion of his subordinates, Manuel Namonguza also chose to escape. It was not shameful to run away like this, because humans could not defeat the devil!
Just like their ancestors faced the Spaniards with stone axes hundreds of years ago, even though they bravely swung stone axes and hockey sticks to kill the enemies, what was the use?
Humans cannot defeat the devil!
"Master, Master, they escaped, escaped..."
Feng Ping and his men shouted in surprise. No matter what, they had never expected that the native cavalry, which had been so aggressive, would actually escape like this.
"Catch up!"
Zhu Xianhai said.
"Ah... Chase? Chase?"
Wang Anping turned his head and looked at the young master, his eyes full of confusion.
"We can't run as fast as them."
"They are riding horses, and when their energy runs out! Chase them and beat them!"
Let’s use the remaining courage to pursue the enemy!
Both the military knowledge Zhu Xianhai acquired from the system and the education he received told him how to win.
It is a complete and comprehensive victory!
Only in this way can we completely defeat these Mapuche people psychologically and make them full of awe .
"Wang Anping, you drive!"
While handing over the driving rights to Wang Anping, Zhu Xianhai set up the powerful weapon on the left side of the "tank" - the Gatling machine gun!
In the past ten days, he has been studying the "Life Mall" and accidentally discovered some products that did not belong to 1861, such as the Gatling gun, which was supposed to have been invented in 1862. But Zhu Xianhai noticed that the "time" in the mall seemed to be equal to his survival time. In the "Life of a Slave Liberator", he lived until 1864, so there are some epoch-making products in the mall, such as this Gatling gun.
The only disappointing thing is that it is an early model from 1862. Not only does it use 0.58-inch caliber copper case rimfire ammunition of average power, but the quantity is also very limited. Not only is the gun limited to one, but even the bullets can only be purchased at a time. 2,000 rounds.
But that's enough.
"Tanks and machine guns are like music and a stage. It's enough to make you good at singing and dancing!"
With a sneer, Zhu Xiankai shook the handle of the Gatling machine gun towards the back of the Mapuche rider who had escaped more than a hundred meters away .
A moment later, continuous gunfire rang out, and in the dense gunfire, a group of Mapuche cavalry fell down.
In an instant, everyone was stunned.
Wang Anning looked at the guy with several gun barrels in astonishment. Wow, this is too powerful!
Just when he was surprised, he heard Boss Zhu say.
"Blow the whistle!"
"Yes Yes……"
"beep……"
The "steam tank" blew its whistle, and amid the deafening sound of the whistle, the steam tractor slowly chased the fleeing Mapuche people. The bullets fired by the Gatling machine gun whistled behind them...
With the rapid sound of machine guns, the fleeing Mapuche were immediately beaten to the ground. Perhaps the steam tanks could not catch up with them, but the machine gun bullets could.
The deafening sound of whistles echoed across the grassland; the sound of machine guns and explosions shook the entire grassland like thunder.
This is no longer a battle, but a crushing defeat...
