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Chapter 87 Let's Pentium, Chariot (first update, please collect, please recommend)
This is the first time that a four-wheeled chariot has entered the battlefield. When these chariots roared towards the battlefield, the soldiers standing on the chariot shot methodically. Although the chariot was also subverted, it was definitely better than the horseback It was much more stable. Soldiers holding Henry rifles or Spencer rifles started shooting from about two hundred meters away. Although the accuracy was poor at this distance, the powerful firepower of hundreds of continuous rifles was still extremely powerful. fatal.

"Keep your distance and shoot like you did in training,"

Zhu Xianhai, who was at the rear of the convoy and commanded in the center, kept reminding them loudly.His order was repeated by other vehicles. The convoy maintained a wedge-shaped offensive, and kept a certain distance between vehicles. Just like the past exercises, the formation between the convoys was neat.

In fact, they have trained countless times in the past. Compared with equestrian training, driving training is much simpler. After all, for the coachman, all he needs is to maintain the queue, and when the horse is shot, he must be decisive and fast. Cut off the harness to avoid hurting the horse and slowing down the speed.

Shoot like you're training!
Xu Wentao, who was in the queue, tried to stand still when he picked up the Spencer rifle. The T-step posture was controlling the angle. At the same time, he would put his butt on the frame to keep his body stable. In the past training, he had achieved good results in 7 of 6 shots.

"Wait, wait..."

Unlike the eagerness of the others, he was not in a hurry to shoot. Each of them carried ten barrels in the magazine box on their waist, each containing seven rounds.A total of 7 rounds of ammunition.

Although the 7-shot Spencer rifle had a longer range than the Henry rifle, Xu Wentao knew very well that the closer the distance, the higher the shooting accuracy.

"Wait a little longer, wait until the [-]-meter mark, and shoot right in the face!"

Once again, Xu Wentao shouted to the comrades around him that besides the driver, there were four riflemen sitting in the back of a chariot. They were equivalent to ancient archers on the chariot, but their rifles were more powerful. , with a longer range.

"Drive, drive..."

While the soldiers were driving the carriage and galloping forward, several soldiers behind the chariot directly in front operated a Gatling machine gun. When the rifleman started shooting, they did not shoot, but kept adjusting the angle, turning the Point the gun at the enemy.

Finally, at a distance of almost a hundred meters, the two Gatling machine guns on the left and right sides fired.

"Tom, tom..."

Although the rate of fire of the hand-cranked Gatling machine gun is not fast, with its ringing, the situation on the battlefield has changed instantly. The sound of the rapid machine gun is so special. Howling and flying towards the gauchos, the finger-thick bullet penetrated the horse's abdomen in an instant, breaking the horse's legs, and the flying bullets swept the gauchos off the horse one after another.

At the same time, the riflemen immediately picked up their rifles and aimed and fired at the fastest rate of fire. The rate of fire of the pole-carrying rifles was astonishing, but in just a moment, the gauchos were enveloped in a rain of bullets from machine guns and rifles. .

Such intensive firepower completely subverted the understanding of the gauchos, and they didn't even have time to pull the trigger-after all, the range of the revolver was too close.

At a distance of [-] meters, the gauchos could only be beaten passively, with no power to fight back. Moreover, the shooting accuracy of the pistol on the bumpy horseback itself was a bit touching.The gaucho cavalry, who used to run wild with their revolvers, immediately became a target, and they were still very tall.

[-] meters!

Although [-] meters seems very close, in the hail of bullets, this [-] meters is a deadly distance. When the galloping chariot is rushing, the soldiers who are raining bullets are constantly aiming and shooting, and the gauchos are in front of them. It kept falling down.

As the commander of the Gauchos, Matoro was straightforward, without any hesitation, he immediately turned his horse and shouted loudly.

"retreat!"

Matoro has never been a heroic person. He was a sycophant in essence. He was once a man of power in Buenos Aires official circles. After all, he was the most trusted confidant of General Miter , even this expedition is just to brush up the record.

Now, facing these enemies who came out of nowhere, facing such a group of enemies charging in a carriage and using an Isshiki Henry rifle, he decisively chose to escape.

"Come up!"

Everything is as simulated in the simulator, there is no suspense at all, [-] people, [-] Henry rifles and Spencer rifles, plus two Gatling machine guns, such a powerful firepower for the gaucho cavalry That said, it was a devastating blow.

After quickly firing a tube of ammunition, Xu Wentao immediately pulled out a tube of bullets from the magazine, quickly reloaded it from the butt of the gun, and after reloading, he directly put the "seven-shot rifle" in the carriage, Then he pulled out a grenadier, put the arc-shaped tail on the frame of the carriage, adjusted the angle to aim at the front, and then stuffed the 2-inch shell into the muzzle.

"Boom!"The shells roared out.

In the blink of an eye, the shell fell among the fleeing gaucho cavalry. In the violent explosion, the cast iron fragments whizzed and flew around, and the jagged fragments shredded the abdomen of the horse like a sharp blade. , Even the man and the horse fell down, and five or six cavalry fell around in the diffuse smoke.When the riflemen on the periphery fired, the occupants in the middle all set up grenades one after another. Although the range of this 2-inch grenade was only [-] meters, it was enough.

All of a sudden, shells rained down among the gaucho cavalry, and among the galloping cavalry, pillars of smoke rose into the air one by one, and the howling fragments let out the cheers of death, wantonly harvesting life around them.

For the fleeing gaucho cavalry, they had no room to fight back. They were constantly blown into the sky by small shells, that is, the bullets hit them, fell under the horse, and then were trampled to death by the horseshoes behind them, or crushed by the wheels of the chariot bone.

Chariot!

The chariot from BC, resurrected again, this day, on this vast grassland...

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