America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 543 New Automatic Rifle
Colonel Wiltord led his border guards to the US-Mexico border early in the morning.

At this time, he was sitting on a horse, leading his team across the border and heading towards the Juárez Valley.

An hour ago, the two spies of the old Marais ran to the pre-appointed place to report:

Chen Jianqiu entered the valley with more than 100 people of his own.

Wiltord immediately led the team to set off.

The distance from the border to the valley is less than [-] kilometers. If you speed up your march, it won't take long for your troops to get there.

Not to mention that the cavalry in the team can attack in advance.

Here is a wasteland with nothing but weeds.

The sky is cloudless and blue, and the land is endless. Only the wind blows up the dust, telling the desolation here.

Thanks to the defense strategy of the former commander Miles, who "strengthen the stronghold and fight silently", the border guards have always been on the defensive against the Indians' harassment.

Therefore, the number of cavalry in the entire army has been reduced to a certain percentage, and most of them are infantry.

Correspondingly, however, the firepower configuration of the entire force has also been adjusted to a certain extent.

Although the Maxim machine gun and the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun had already gained fame in Europe at that time, the US Army's emphasis on rapid-fire heavy weapons was still very general.

the reason is simple.

The territory has been peaceful for a long time, and the resistance of the Indians has basically disappeared.

The Federal Army is basically a horse Fang Nanshan, happy to be idle.

Major arms dealers, including Roswell Ordnance Factory, Colt Company, and Winchester Firearms Company, have all focused on foreign markets.

Even so, Colonel Wiltord's team was still equipped with a considerable number of Gatling machine guns to target the Indian cavalry.

These Gatlings were fixed on carts, drawn by two horses, and followed the procession.

The team was advancing on the wasteland at a faster speed than normal marching.

"Hurry up! Follow! Are you planning to go to Mexico for Christmas?" An officer rode a horse to patrol the front and back of the team, calling for the soldiers with guns to follow.

"This guy was a pig in his previous life, right?"

After the officer rode away on horseback, a soldier in the team pulled the gun belt on his shoulder and said to another soldier beside him.

He was wearing a khaki military cap, leather boots, and a single-breasted military uniform.

A military cap is similar in style to a cowboy hat, but with a slightly shorter brim.

And the gun he was carrying was the famous Krag-Jorgensen M1892 rifle.

This is the first standard smokeless powder rifle of the U.S. Army. It was jointly designed by Norwegian designer Ole Krager and engineer Eric Jorgensen, and was authorized to be produced by Springfield Armory.

It's also ridiculous.

When the masters of the U.S. Army chose this rifle, the reason given was that the gun could be opened for loading and reloading when the gun was closed.

This is a very silly reason.

Because this design can't be said to be superfluous, it can be called useless.

This caused dissatisfaction among many American gun designers, including Browning.

Obviously the world's first smokeless gunpowder rifle appeared in the United States (Author's Note: This is the timeline content of the novel, not reality.), and now the world's best pull-bolt rifle is also in the United States.

Why have to choose a broken gadget designed by a Norwegian designer.

Many gun factories were also deeply dissatisfied, such as Colt, Winchester and Remington.

So their bosses urged Chen Jianqiu, the head of the Roswell Ordnance Factory, the "leading enterprise" in the industry, to go to the army to ask for an explanation.

But Chen Jianqiu's attitude towards this was very negative.

According to what he meant, the army gentlemen like to do whatever they want, let the army soldiers do whatever they want, but there is no way to make money from him.

"John, stop talking. The more you talk, the thirstier I become." Another soldier looked up at the blinding sun, and then licked his chapped lips.

"I'm going to say it!" John pulled the gun on his shoulder again in annoyance, "Hill! Don't forget, our military pay for last month hasn't been paid yet!"

"Stop talking, it makes me even more uncomfortable to mention this." The soldier named Hill moved his gaze away from the back of the head of the person in front, and turned his head to look into the distance.

The officer said that one should not only pay attention to the present, but also look far away.

In this way, people will not be depressed.

But when soldier Hill turned his eyes to the wilderness in the distance, he didn't know whether he was depressed or not, but he must have been frightened.

"Ah!" Hill screamed.

The officer on horseback quickly turned his head and yelled at Hill viciously:

"What are you calling? Is your skin itchy again?"

"No, no, sir, there, there is someone coming towards me!" Hill opened his mouth wide, pointing to the direction behind the team.

The officer raised his head and looked in the direction Hill pointed.

There, the dust was flying, and there was indeed a group of people riding horses heading here.

"Enemy attack!" Without even thinking about it, the officer reined in the reins, turned the horse's head, took out the revolver in his waist, and shouted with all his strength.

On the border, a group of people came towards the army.

Pigs know what they want to do.

While letting the messengers report to Wiltord in front, he organized people to organize defenses on the spot.

"Show the shit out of us!" the officer yelled.

The three members of the machine gun team who were lying on the carriage and were about to fall asleep quickly lifted the cloth covering Gatlin.

They twisted the handles vigorously, turning the muzzles of the guns in the direction of the enemy's attack.

The officer took out his binoculars and looked into the distance.

He could tell that these people were indeed riding horses, and their speed was not very fast, but it was still unclear who they were.

"Come on, let them taste the power of the machine gun!" The officer twitched his lips, "Others, load the bullets and prepare to attack."

However, just as the officer and his soldiers lined up to shoot at these lifeless people, the officer suddenly discovered through the binoculars that these people in the distance changed their direction.

They avoided the front of the heavy machine guns and moved on.

"What are these people going to do?" The officer frowned.

He continued to observe the movement of these people through the telescope.

These people are still moving forward, and they are about to pass them by.

The officer even wondered if he was being too sensitive.

Suddenly, a sound of "da da da" broke the silence of the wasteland.

Then, there was the howling sound of bullets passing through the air.

The officer on the horse didn't even know what happened, so he was knocked off his horse by one of the bullets that wasn't necessarily shot at him.

The cavalry team on the opposite side was part of Chen Jianqiu's troops in Juárez, led by Asuka.

They were not many in number, only a hundred, and they were not in the same breath as Wiltord's nearly a thousand troops.

In Chen Jianqiu's militia team, their shooting skills are not the most exquisite.

But these people have one thing in common: they are very strong.

"Quick, withdraw after you finish firing four magazines." Asuka changed a magazine, pulled the trigger, and swiped the shuttle in the direction of the enemy.

The huge recoil even made Asuka look a little shaky on the horse, while the others around him had already dismounted and were sweeping in that direction.

"This gun is really powerful, but it's so cool." A Mexican soldier knelt on his knees and finished shooting, then mounted his horse again.

The gun they are using now is an automatic rifle newly developed by Browning.

Strictly speaking, the Winchester repeating rifle that Browning and Ma Keqin modified when they first collaborated was an automatic rifle.

But in Chen Jianqiu's opinion, the firepower of that gun was far from enough.

Although Maxim is good, it is a heavy machine gun after all, too bulky and not suitable for cavalry use.

Therefore, he needs an automatic rifle with high mobility but sufficient firepower.

For the boss's idea, Browning has always dismissed it.

He always believed that for cavalry combat, a semi-automatic rate of fire is definitely enough, and there is no need for a fully automatic rate of fire and firepower.

But Chen Jianqiu told him very frankly that he had a phobia of insufficient firepower, so he first used it for infantry and detectives, and then changed it to cavalry.

Therefore, such an automatic rifle was forced out.

It uses a full-power rifle cartridge, a steel frame, and is very heavy.

Browning went to great lengths to convert it into a cavalry version of the carbine.

In the end, he succeeded, but limited by the material and craft itself, the gun was still surprisingly heavy.

People who have used it are basically full of complaints.

But one thing to say, the firepower is really good.

The theoretical rate of fire can reach 500-600 rounds per minute, but in fact only one magazine with a capacity of [-] rounds is provided.

In other words, a magazine is finished in a few seconds.

This gun is not designed with a replaceable barrel, and it will be scrapped after continuous shooting for a long time.

Despite all the problems, Chen Jianqiu is still very satisfied.

He knew that Browning's shooting thinking was actually quite tangled now, but it was because of his foresight and money that he racked his brains to come up with this thing.

Chen Jianqiu has always believed that in the 19 years since the end of the 20th century, many designs of firearms have not had any revolutionary leaps, but the level of industrial technology has improved.

As long as you force it, some famous gun models can appear in advance.

For example, the automatic rifle developed by Browning is the "BAR" designed by later generations for the American Expeditionary Force in World War I.

The cavalry and infantry shot shoulder-to-shoulder, and the detectives hugged their waists and shot directly from the waist, as comfortable as they could be.

After a batch of the newly invented guns were produced, they were sent to the border detective agencies, and the cavalry in Juárez were also assigned a point.

Chen Jianqiu originally planned to use some bandits in the western part of Chihuahua to open the gun, but who would have thought that Wiltord and his frontier army would be in a hurry to reincarnate first.

Boss Chen was a little emotional.

Why is it that every time he tries a new weapon, the target is basically the US Army.

Asuka led his own cavalry and fired a small 2 bullets within [-] minutes.

Strictly speaking, the [-] rounds of bullets are actually not too many.

Because the accuracy of "BAR" itself is not excellent, the shooting method at this distance is a bit random.

However, if it is concentrated on a small area in a short period of time, the power is still not small.

Twenty or thirty soldiers of the U.S. border guards who were about to raise their guns and shoot fell down at once, and most of them were hit by stray bullets, including the officer who fell from his horse.

After firing four magazines, Asuka turned around and left with his cavalry on horseback.

Since it's a gift, you have to leave first.

While Wiltord in front heard the orderer's report, he also heard gunshots from the wilderness.

He hurriedly brought the cavalry in front to support.

But they found that Asuka and the others had already fled, and a group of their own soldiers were still shooting in the direction they left.

"Stop! Stop! Stop, don't shoot! Do you see anyone else? Save me some bullets!" Wiltord kept scolding his mother in his heart, "Hurry up, rescue the wounded, and arrange the formation for me again! "

Under the organization of the colonel and his deputy Burke, the chaotic team finally restored order, and the wounded were carried onto the cart.

But all this took a lot of time.

"Burke, you stay and take care of this group of people for that hapless bastard." Wiltord glanced at the officer's body lying on the ground.

The guy was shot and fell off the horse. Unfortunately, his head hit the ground, and unfortunately, he hit a sharp stone on the ground.

"Hurry up, damn it, we stayed here too long!" Wiltord led his cavalry back to the front of the team again.

But the team hadn't resumed marching for long when the gunshots rang out again.

This time it was the middle section of the team that was attacked.

Asuka came back with his cavalry and continued to "give presents" to Wiltord and his frontier troops.

There was another burst of chaos, and at the same time, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

And the cavalry on the opposite side didn't seem to have lost anything.

So in the past, going round and round, constantly consuming Wiltord's energy, resulting in his attrition.

Asuka and his team were not too close to Wiltord's large army, but only shot intensively for a short period of time at a certain distance.

They basically broke away with one hit, and then used their speed to disappear without a trace.

The bulky Gatling gun had no way to keep up with the changes in the positions of the cavalry, so it could only "roar" in the air to vent.

"Damn it, who are these people?" Wiltord, who was exhausted leading the team, was extremely irritable, and called Burke back from behind, whose buttocks were still hot.

"Just now I looked through the binoculars, and there are Mexicans, whites, blacks, Indians, and even Chinese." Burke replied, "If I guess correctly, this should be Chen Jianqiu's team. "

"What? How is it possible?" Wiltord looked at Burke incredulously, "Aren't all his troops in Roswell and those Indians?"

"Well, I'm not sure. But who else is there besides him? Could it be that he brought more than 100 people from the Juárez Valley to meet him?" Burke scratched his head.

"Da da da."

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The bursting sound of the bar sounded again.

Wiltord's body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted:
"No, we can't be led by the nose by these 100+ bastards!"

He suddenly looked at Burke, his eyes suddenly radiated a kind of heat.

"What did you mean just now, that Chen Jianqiu might be in this army?"

Burke nodded.

"Yes, very likely."

"Then he's dead, I won't let him go!"

Wiltord gave an order to the cavalry who followed him.

"Quick, follow me! Fuck Chen Jianqiu!"

(End of this chapter)