Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0063: Long Sword and Gun Bolt
The first bullet on the belt was loaded into the chamber, and then everything went smoothly. The first bullet rushed out of the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun with flames and rushed to the target less than 30 meters away from the muzzle.
That was already a very close target, and it was a dense crowd, so there was no need to aim at all. The first appearance of heavy machine guns in history increased the speed at which humans slaughtered their own kind by at least twice.
" Bang, bang, bang!" The endless and rising sound of gunfire suddenly made the noisy battlefield quiet. The originally stalemate battle situation also became clear with these continuous gunshots.
In just a moment, bullets swept into the Alante soldiers standing in a row. Their formation was so dense that it looked like they were being stood in a row under guard at the execution ground.
In fact, they were indeed almost the same as those on the execution ground - bullets that could have flown thousands of meters would not lose their penetrating power due to the obstruction of armor. Many bullets, after penetrating the first person, penetrated the armor of the second row of soldiers.
Blood splattered in the crowd, spraying on the faces of the soldiers in the back row; bullets flew everywhere because they were blocked by metal, cutting through anything they encountered with the residual force of inertia. People fell one after another, and after only a dozen seconds, the Alante soldier phalanx was pushed back dozens of meters.
It wasn't that the soldiers had time to retreat, but that everyone in front of them was no longer standing. The ground was covered with dead bodies and wounded soldiers who were still screaming, and those who hadn't fallen were still struggling in the rain of bullets.
Franky saw everything that happened before his eyes. He held up his sword high, and before he could change his posture to order his soldiers to charge, he dared not make any more moves. He saw with his own eyes that his soldiers fell down in groups as if they were under a spell, just like ripe crops in a farmland.
The storm of blood and rain spread in the rain of bullets, destroying the faith of all the Alante soldiers at once. However, these Alante soldiers did not run away, because they had no time to retreat.
Before these soldiers could turn around, they were riddled with bullets. Without tracer bullets, they couldn't even see the path of the bullets. Their heads were shattered and they fell on their backs.
While the Maxim heavy machine gun continued to spew deadly flames, the second heavy machine gun was pushed onto the high ground amid the gasps of the Ailan Hill soldiers. Then, this banquet of the god of death became even more joyful, joyful to the point of despair.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Feeling the vibration of the machine gun, the assistant gunner knelt behind the steel plate and kept lifting the ammunition belt to the right position. Then, as if by magic, the bullets were sucked into the machine gun and turned into scattered shells, which fell to the gunner's feet with a clang.
The rate of fire of bullets was increased to a point where rifles could not catch up. The rate of fire of such a heavy machine gun was almost comparable to the firepower of a platoon or even a company. So when automatic weapons appeared, trenches became the only way to save soldiers' lives.
In less than a minute, the phalanx of Alante soldiers blocking the gap was pierced by bullets, and the entire battlefield was littered with corpses, just like the end of the world when the devil descended in a religious painting.
Then, the bullets rushed into the crowd of archers who had no armor or shields to protect them. The young men who had already begun to disperse fell down one by one with bloody holes in their backs, falling on the street, next to the bodies of their companions.
There was almost no chance for the 2,000 people in front of them to survive. The sound of the machine gun massacre was continuous and steady. The grenadiers began to carefully cross this commanding height on both sides of the machine gun, and then they saw a scene that made them vomit.
The bodies were piled on top of each other, with blood flowing between them. There was no crying or howling, as the wounded who had just been beaten to pieces had bled dry before the massacre was over.
The two machine guns stopped firing in unison, steam coming out of the muzzles. The sound of boiling water in the water tank connected to the water pipes below the muzzles became weaker and weaker. The grenadiers of Elan Hill held their weapons and staggered over the corpses, taking one deep step and one shallow step.
Because there were too many corpses and they were piled too thick, people walking on the flesh needed to be very careful. There was blood that had not yet dried up and corpses that had not yet stiffened. If one was not careful, one would fall down and one's clothes would turn blood red.
"Damn it!" The battalion commander who climbed to the commanding heights with his long sword cursed. He saw his wounded and the bodies of his men. However, when he climbed up the steep slope and saw the other side of the reverse slope, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and frown.
The power of industrial weapons has just begun to show a little shyness, and it has almost pushed human civilization to a cruel peak. Even the city burned by the dragon is far from being as blatant and bloody as the one in front of us.
"Ugh!" A soldier lay on the side of the collapsed city wall, leaning on the loose bricks and vomiting. He was a new soldier who had just joined the battlefield, and it was the first time he saw such a real victory scene.
The sound of the new recruit retching made the other soldiers pale and their stomachs felt uncomfortable. It was also the first time they saw a heavy machine gun pouring bullets into a person. To be honest, although the result was so bloody that it made everyone doubt their lives, the sight of a heavy machine gun firing was really cool!
The adrenaline of countless people was surging. The grenadiers who had already walked down the slope began to look at the city in front of them. It was almost a trophy of Ireland Hill now. This was what everyone thought at this time.
After watching the heavy machine gun fire, no one doubted the outcome of this battle. The enemy could not withstand such an attack, or rather, no one could withstand such a terrible attack!
Perhaps the army of the Magic Empire can resist the slaughter of industrial civilization, but the reality is that there is no army of the Magic Empire here, only the mortal bodies of the Alante Empire.
"Ah!" Just as everyone was sighing at the victory that came so bloody and so cleanly, a bloody strong man stood up from the pile of corpses. He was holding a bloody long sword, and the blood had completely distorted the gorgeous armor on his body.
The blood- soaked man waved his sword like a demon from hell, scaring the surrounding Elanhill grenadiers. But they soon came to their senses - the guy in front of them was just a lucky guy who didn't die, not a scary thing.
Franky was finally tackled by his own men, who were riddled with bullets, but he was only hit in the abdomen. The bullet brought him immense pain, but did not kill him.
So, after the grenadiers of Elanhill occupied the gap, he woke up, and then this stubborn old man resolutely chose to stand up and face the enemies he could not defeat.
"Come on! Fight like a man and be fair!" Franky waved his sword and staggered forward two steps, but found that the Irish Hill grenadiers around him had no intention of approaching him.
Several soldiers holding long bayonets kept their distance and persuaded him to surrender, their tone was full of sincerity: "Sir! Surrender! You have already lost!" "Yes! It's not easy to survive! Don't waste your life!"
"Pah!" Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Franky took a step forward and chopped off the long bayonet in front of him with a sword. He shouted loudly without any gratitude: "I am Franky! The commander of Volavor! Who dares to come up and fight me?"
The soldier who was enraged by him finally couldn't help it and suddenly took a step forward, with the bayonet in his hand moving straight forward at a speed that was frightening. In the past few months, he had practiced this action hundreds of times every day, and all the technical essentials had been implanted in his muscle memory.
Even if it was just this one move, its power was enormous. If he was facing an ordinary soldier of Alante, it would be hard to say who would win. But he was facing a general, an old man with superb swordsmanship.
With a backhanded sword, Franky split the opponent's bayonet, and his long sword slashed at the opponent's shoulder like a spirit snake. The soldier seemed to realize the opponent's strength, but before he could react from his surprise, he was hit in the shoulder by the long sword, and fell down with a scream and blood spurting out.
Franky, who succeeded in his attack, became even more ferocious, covered in blood like a killer. He glanced at the corpse of the Elanhill soldier lying there, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Nothing special! Next one! Come on!"
Franky, who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood and could even defeat a dozen opponents by himself, had never been afraid of anyone in close combat. Looking at the entire Alante Empire , a swordsman like Franky was one of the best.
Anyway, he didn't want to live anymore. As long as he could get the other side to rush up and fight, he would have the confidence to kill more enemies. He didn't think about how to survive anymore. What he was thinking about now was how to give an explanation to the thousands of Alante soldiers under his feet.
These were all young men who had fought with him until the last moment. He had brought them here, to this road of no return. He had to give these people an explanation! Thinking of this, he slowly glanced around, like a king inspecting his territory.
Then, he heard the sound of a gun bolt being pulled...
