Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 1003 A Difficult Day ()

"What the heck! Didn't it mean that the Dutch people have always been very strict about their weapons? There are no firearms in the hands of natives or Chinese.

So now who can tell me where the guns in the hands of these grandchildren come from. "

Lying down behind a pile of sandbags, I felt bullets flying overhead one after another.

The wall of the Sanbao Grand Mosque behind him was hit with pebbles flying. For a moment, Ban'erzhuan couldn't even raise his head to fight back, so he was suppressed.

This middle-aged man in the modern dimension, working as a SIR in a certain prison, immediately cursed in his mouth.

That's right! Not only was the second safe area where Yu Hanfeng and others were located, but they also encountered the terrible incident of having firearms in the hands of these Javanese monkeys.

In addition, similar situations were encountered in the first and third safety zones.

There are quite a lot of firearms in the hands of these natives. Even the natives who use firearms look like they are not just rookies who have just picked up guns. They obviously have quite good shooting experience.

So, after these natives with guns joined the battle one after another.

The pressure on the three safe zones to defend immediately increased.

After all, there are quite a few veterans of the team who are now wandering around the city rescuing people; the main force of the defense falls on some newbies.

No! Now outside the third safety zone.

There were at least twenty rifles, and they were firing at the bricks, onions, and some Chinese men who were standing outside the Sanbao Grand Mosque.

The flying bullets hit them so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.

There were at least two to three thousand natives, roaring and killing towards this side with extremely excited emotions.

As long as these people rush up, once they enter the stage of hand-to-hand combat, they can completely overwhelm their line of defense with a terrifying number of people.

Then, when these natives rush into the Sanbao Great Qing Temple, the many old, weak, women and children inside will suffer a disaster.

As long as he thinks of such a scene, Banerzhuan feels tremendous pressure and his heart is filled with resentment.

The resentment against the natives, the resentment against the Holland people, the resentment against the commander Hu Biao who threw himself into the street; even the resentment against the system for getting him into this hellish place.

With such resentment, he cursed in his mouth:

"What the hell! I just stayed up late and wrote a book for a while.

As long as I don’t delay my work, the boss of my work unit doesn’t care about me, and my ex-wife won’t care about me either. Why on earth do you have the system to bring me to this damn place~”

Of course, resentment is resentment, and with the idea that these natives must not be allowed to break through his defense line, Banerzhuan planned to use his own trick again under the critical situation:

Grab a small melon grenade, pull out the safety pin, bang it on your helmet and throw it out to kill these natives.

Just reaching for his waist, he touched an empty space.

Banerzhuan discovered something to his horror: before the war, one of the four small melon grenades issued to him by the old bird had already been used up.

Instinctively, he hurriedly shouted: "Onion, throw the grenade quickly."

The next second later, a depressed voice came from a position seven or eight meters away: "Throw a yarn, I have already thrown away all the grenades."

I heard this sentence in my ears, as well as the footsteps of the natives rushing up, getting closer and closer to their defense line, and I feared that they would be able to kill them in about ten seconds at most.

In an instant, Ban'er Zhuan was so nervous that the hairs all over his body stood up.

Finally, after gritting his teeth, he pulled out a bayonet and stuck it on the rifle, and he was ready to stand up and fight the natives hand to hand.

Even though he had a pretty good idea in his mind, he knew that with his weak melee combat ability, he might be surrounded and killed by these astonishing numbers of natives in the blink of an eye.

But otherwise, can we surrender to these natives?

Just kidding, Song Yi couldn't afford to lose face if he really wanted to do this.

While Banerzhuan was installing the bayonet on the rifle, Onion on the other side also made the same action in unison and installed the bayonet on the rifle.

By this time, the two rookies had already decided to fight to the death.

After witnessing such a scene, Old Snake, who was currently hiding his firepower point on the roof of the building, spat out the butt of a Kuanzhai Alley cigarette from his mouth.

Nodding his head, he muttered to Shi Polu next to him: "These two rookies are pretty good, a bit bloody..."

After hearing this, Shi Polu nodded and did not say anything about shooting, mainly because he was not free now and was preparing to solve this crisis.

Say it! The two guys, Shi Polu and Lao She, were able to be so calm because there was a Civilian Type 20 in front of them, which was actually a replica version of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

A string of bullet belts with golden bullets was already mounted on it, waiting to be fired at any time to call them out.

So facing the heavy machine gun in front of them, they believed that as soon as this thing fired, the attacks of these natives would be neutralized immediately.

I had resisted taking action before, but I just wanted to bring the natives closer.

The killing effect after firing is better and more terrifying, and it will have a greater impact on the psychology and morale of these natives.

While waiting for the fire, they took the opportunity to observe the performance of the two rookies, Ban'er Brick and Onion, in the battle.

Needless to say, the performance of the two of them was quite good.

Then, when a native rushed to the front, he rushed within thirty steps of the defense line.

The Maxim heavy machine gun, which had not been fired and exposed in the previous period due to the consideration of saving bullets, finally opened fire.

Shi Polu acted as the main shooter, and Lao Snake acted as the secondary shooter, and opened fire with all his strength.

Even Shi Polu, instead of firing wildly without letting go after pulling the trigger, fired a series of long bursts.

But with the civilian Type 600 heavy machine gun, which has a rate of fire of 250 rounds per minute, and a canvas belt with rounds of bullets, it was still all shot in just one and a half minutes.

With such a crazy rate of fire and firepower, coupled with the "Basic Heavy Machine Gun Operation Specialization" that Shi Polu got from the blind box after the last mission, he possesses powerful marksmanship.

The results achieved are naturally surprisingly good.

The first were the native gunmen who were hiding behind some big trees, low walls, and shrubs about 70 to 80 meters away.

The low wall where they were hiding was punched through, the trees were broken, and the bushes were shot up in the sky by bullets. At the same time, the native gunmen were all knocked to the ground one by one.

However, it took about twenty seconds for the heavy machine gun team composed of two people to silence all the native gunmen.

Then, Shi Polu turned the muzzle of his gun again, aiming at the group of natives who were rushing over and only three to five meters away from the defense line, and fired a dense barrage of bullets.

By the time one bullet chain was fired, all the natives in the first few rows had been brought down to the ground.

Facing their own personnel, it was like lining up to die.

The remaining natives immediately dispersed, turned around and ran wildly; no matter how hard the leader hiding in the crowd shouted, he could not stop them from escaping.

It is completely normal for a group of natives to have such a reaction.

We must know that in the original history, although the heavy machine gun had been born for more than thirty years, it took more than ten years during the war between Maozi and the Japanese before it was initially taken seriously by the world.

It was not until the trench warfare period of World War I that it became an indispensable weapon of war.

When weapons like heavy machine guns were officially put on the battlefield and exerted terrifying power, not even the French and German troops could withstand the power of this thing, let alone some natives?

It only took a minute and a half to shoot the entire bullet chain.

Old Snake pulled out a brand new canvas ammunition chain from the ammunition box on the side and prepared to install it.

With such brand new ammunition belts, they still have two left in total; that is to say, despite the fierce force of this thing when it fires, such awesome firepower can only be fired twice at most.

While cooperating with Shi Polu to reload the ammunition, Old Snake suddenly saw something in his eyes and immediately shouted in his mouth:

"Ban'er Zhuan, Qiong, I said you two rookies, what are you doing stupidly?

Hurry up and pick up all the guns and bullets from those natives; don't worry, with us covering you, nothing will happen to you..."

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Banerzhuan was stunned because he didn't shoot the natives in the back.

That's when the roar of the heavy machine gun sounded. He and Onion immediately reacted with great surprise: their illness, wrong, their lives should be saved.

With the huge surprise of escaping from death, he immediately leaned back on the sandbag with a medium-sized rifle with a fixed bayonet, ready to kill these guys who almost didn't scare them to death from behind.

As a result, he put the butt of the gun on his shoulder and discovered it when he pulled the bolt.

In the previous battle, after firing sixty or seventy shots in a row, Zhongzheng used full-power bullets and the powerful recoil of the old-fashioned rifle. Now the entire right shoulder is painful and numb, so that there is not much strength left in the right hand.

What was originally a simple action of pulling the gun bolt and loading the bullet was actually done two or three times in a row without success; he could only let the natives flee further and further before his eyes.

Fortunately, the old snake's shouts immediately made the two of them react.

He quickly called to a few Chinese men around him, hurriedly climbed out of the defense line, and moved towards the locations of the sought-after corpses.

Ten seconds later, Onion picked up a rifle from a corpse whose face was smashed.

After pulling the gun and looking inside, the night shift security guard, who was half a military fan in the modern world, suddenly showed a look full of disgust.

Mainly because the rifles used by these natives were actually the old Beaumont 1871 rifles of the Dutch.

Although this thing is also a bolt-action rifle that uses copper-cased custom-loaded bullets, at first glance, it seems that there is not much difference from the mid-level rifles in their hands.

But in fact, the propellant used in this bullet is still granular black powder.

Moreover, every time you fire the weapon, you have to pull the barrel, eject the empty cartridge case, and reload a bullet inside. The rate of fire and power are more than twice as bad as those in China.

But then again, no matter how old this thing is, it is still a gunpowder weapon.

It can attack from a distance, and it can still kill people after hitting the target; holding it in your hand for defense is much better than fighting with cold weapons.

So, we took advantage of the opportunity when the natives had just retreated and it would take a while to surround them again.

After some searching, Onion and others found a total of 21 old-fashioned Dutch rifles.

On the spot, let the Chinese men change them.

Unfortunately, there was a little shortage of bullets. After emptying the pockets of the corpses that the natives wanted, only a total of 200 bullets were found.

Later, during the interval when the natives were beaten away.

Qiong and Banerzhuan quickly taught a group of Chinese men how to load, aim, and fire the rifles in their hands.

In the process, I suddenly thought of some onions.

He raised his head to face the two people on the roof and shouted: "Old Snake, these should be the weapons in the inventory of the Dutch people. Under normal circumstances, they should not leak out; so be careful of the Dutch people. It’s a conspiracy.”

After hearing such a statement, the old snake was about to say something.

But he saw the AT at a street corner outside Li Xu, waving a dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and rushed out at the lead.

The whole figure looked like it had been fished out of bloody water. It was not clear whether it was his own or a native.

Soon after, at a little distance behind him, there were more than a hundred Chinese compatriots holding pot lids, dustpans, and wooden boards in their hands.

Under the baptism of raindrops of stones, we are moving forward with difficulty.

With the amazing sharpness of the blue weapon of this system, no matter what is in front of you, it will be completely split.

Therefore, the speed at which the team is moving forward looks pretty good.

Just from the frequency of dragon slaying swings from the AT hand, Old Snake knew that this buddy had rushed out to save people many times in a row.

In terms of physical strength and internal strength, he was already exhausted.

After looking at each other with Shi Polu, they both jumped off the roof and supported the AT.

In the next period of time, the two of them would need to act as a fire brigade, constantly rescuing the scattered natives from outside.

When they jumped from the roof, they suddenly heard a familiar explosion coming from the second security zone.

If I heard correctly, it should be the sound of an 80mm mortar exploding; I think the situation over there is also quite bad, and it's time to use mortars with few shells.

In short, even if they know that the Dutch people may be holding back some bad water, they can't do anything at the moment.

The only thing we can do is to block it with soldiers, cover it with water and cover it with soil, and deal with everything at hand first.

And a few seconds before the sound of gunfire, on the roof of a two-and-a-half-story Western-style building outside the second security zone, Lao Hei was holding a Chinese-style rifle wearing a sniper scope, entrenched like a god of death. .

Wherever he looked, he would immediately cause panic among the natives in that direction.

The main reason is that this guy has only one shot per person. His firepower is limited and he cannot suppress all the natives.

But in his sight, as long as any native with a gun appears, he will shoot him immediately; if any native dares to pick up the gun, he will also greet him with a bullet.

After he killed thirty or forty people in a row, the rifle was clearly on the ground, but no native dared to pick it up.

This was the situation until he suddenly discovered with horror that seven or eight nearby houses were already burning. For this reason, he could only jump off the roof.

Perhaps out of hatred for this guy, hundreds of natives immediately surrounded him.

"Quickly, fire at me~" Lao Hei shouted before the natives were overwhelmed.

After hearing such a shout, Yuan Hai immediately called out two 80 mm caliber artillery shells; while saving Lao Hei, he put them in the shell box at hand.

There were only two shells left, and they were completely used up...

In fact, Onion, a novice, was right in predicting that the emergence of these old-fashioned black powder rifles was indeed inseparable from the Dutch.

At this moment in the Surabaya Colonial Governor's Palace in East Java, Governor Vic stood on the balcony on the third floor.

Looking at the fires rising everywhere, the sound of gunshots, explosions, and shouts of killing reached my ears from time to time. It can be said that the city of Surabaya was completely in chaos.

This guy's face was indeed full of contentment and even expectant looks.

Because this morning, I learned that the legendary Xuange Camp actually established three safety zones in the city in an attempt to protect the natives.

The first reaction that arose in the governor's heart was not fear, but an opportunity, an opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune.

Naturally, there is no need to have the slightest doubt about the power of Xuange Camp; it is a reputation gained time and time again from powerful opponents such as the Great Yin Empire and France.

At any other time, Governor Vic would not have dared to provoke him.

But today's situation is completely different. In order to protect the Chinese people, the people in Xuange Camp cannot retreat at all and can only stay there and fight to the death with the natives.

Even if they defeat the natives, they will suffer heavy casualties.

Moreover! Not only did he acquiesce to his patrol policemen and soldiers who were served by natives, they could carry weapons to fight.

These firearms will definitely put more pressure on Xuange Camp.

More importantly, the fleet in the port is already lighting fires at this time. In another hour or two, the boilers will generate enough power to allow the fleet to adjust its berth and provide artillery support to the city.

Another light infantry battalion, a grenadier battalion, and a coastal defense artillery battalion.

Even all the patrol police, a direct force composed of more than 2,000 Dutchmen, are currently fully armed and on standby.

After the people of Xuange camp are exhausted from fighting with the natives, it will be time for them to officially take action; then they will be able to drive away the remaining natives and obtain most of the wealth accumulated by the Chinese over the past century.

But what he values ​​most is that he can capture the people of Xuange camp and achieve the glorious deeds that the Great Yin Empire has been unable to accomplish for nearly half a century since 40 years ago.

To use a famous Chinese saying, what is it called?

correct! Yes: When the mantis thought he would catch a cicada soon, he didn't know that there was an oriole staring at him from behind.

Anyway, Governor Vic didn’t think there would be any surprises in today’s action.

With this achievement, he was ready to rise to at least one level and become the governor of Batavia, a governor in charge of the entire Java colony.

(End of this chapter)