Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 307 Gatling Bodhisattva

'Puff puff puff~'

The whistling bullets came at lightning speed, striking the body with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The bullet shattered the armor, tore through the skin and muscles, and smashed the bones and internal organs.

It enters from the front of the body, leaving a hole about the thickness of a finger.

The next moment, it emerged from behind the body, taking away flesh and tissue, leaving a wound the size of a bowl!
The scouts, who were at the forefront and had stepped onto the earthen slope, were still shocked by the explosions not far away.

Before they could even worry about the archers' fate, they were riddled with bullets.

Agudamu was a member of the Niren tribe and owned a pasture outside Xiangyang City.

They raised hundreds of cattle, sheep, and men.

They eat rice and noodles and drink milk all day long, and occasionally they can eat meat.

He spent his days herding livestock and practicing archery and horsemanship, and his nights playing with Han women; he lived a very comfortable life.

The Darughachi of Xiangyang, Bolotemur, led his troops on an expedition.

He brought his own weapons, armor, and horses, and fought his way through many battles, earning numerous merits and being promoted to captain of fifty men.

During this siege, he led his troops at the forefront.

When the thunderclap exploded from the spot where the crossbowmen were not far away, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

But the next moment, I felt excruciating pain all over my body and the world spinning around me.

When he regained his last bit of clarity before dying, he found himself lying on a dirt slope.

The sky above was so blue, just as blue as the sky over Xiangyang.

Before he was plunged into eternal darkness, he had only one thought in his mind.

"~My slaves to cattle and sheep~"

The Gatling Bodhisattva has a single barrel and a relatively low rate of fire.

But if all six gun barrels are used at once, that's six times the number.

Its extremely high rate of fire results in a real hail of bullets.

The phrase "bullets raining down" was embodied at this moment.

Many of the Mongol warriors who charged ahead even took more than a dozen 7.62mm rounds in one go.

His body was completely wrecked.

In the modern world, various defense devices are constantly being upgraded.

Therefore, offensive weapons are constantly pursuing greater lethality.

Just like the Gatling Bodhisattva that Lin Dao is using now, which is actually a steel-core armor-piercing bullet.

The bullets, propelled by speed, hurtled in, and the Mongols fell in droves, like wheat in autumn harvest.

The rapidly spinning gun muzzle was slightly raised, and a hail of bullets swept down the slope like a spray of water.

The Mongol people, arranged in dense formations, danced and gesticulated wildly as bullets rained down upon them.

The powerful impact of the bullet caused them to lose their balance.

The body exhibited this uncoordinated shaking posture due to the excessive number of impacts in a short period of time.

From a distance, it does indeed look like a dance with raised legs and swung arms.

The intense pain caused them to emit strange cries in all sorts of tones.

Later generations have said that after the invention of machine guns, nomadic tribes became more skilled at singing and dancing, which is probably the origin of this idea.

"Get up!"

"dash forward!"

With bloodshot eyes, Bolotemur brandished his sword, shouting hoarsely, "Advance or retreat!"

As if to complement his performance, the Gatling gun fire from the city wall gradually subsided.

As the gunfire subsided, more Mughals stepped over the bodies of their comrades and onto the earthen slope.

Lin Dao shook his wrist and said to Shi Nai'an, who was staring in disbelief, "Change the ammo."

Empty ammunition boxes were discarded, and new ammunition boxes were dragged over.

The long ammunition belt was inserted into the breechblock.

Lin Dao smoothed the ammunition belt, and when Shi Nai'an, who was standing to the side, knelt down again and held the ammunition belt in both hands, he then grasped the Gatling Bodhisattva again.

By this time, the fastest-running Mongols had already reached the top of the earthen slope.

The one at the very front was only about twenty steps from the forest path.

The Mongol held a shield in one hand and a throwing axe in the other.

He stretched his arm back, ready to throw the axe.

'Da da da da~'

The Gatling gun's motor drives the barrel to rotate at high speed.

One after another, the bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, were ejected from the barrel.

It shot out at more than twice the speed of sound, tearing through the air and slamming into the Mughal people.

The shield, covered in cowhide, was pierced instantly.

Even an iron shield is the same.

Bullets swept across everything in front of him, tearing his body apart repeatedly.

Looking out from the forest road, the Mongol people surging up the earthen slope looked as if they had been blown down by a strong wind, lying in rows on the ground, unable to get up.

He was located at the very top center of the earthen slope.

On both sides of the earthen slope, which stretches for hundreds of meters, Mongol people also rushed up.

Lin Dao turned his gun to the flanks and fired from the side.

They were really harvesting wheat.

Wherever the gun was pointed, the Mughals there would fall in an arc.

Shi Nai'an, kneeling on the ground with a rapidly moving ammunition belt in his hands, peered out and was completely dumbfounded.

The ammunition belt moved so fast that he didn't even notice his gloves were wearing and getting worn through.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

'A celestial artifact, terrifyingly powerful~~~'

In a short period of time, hundreds and thousands of lives were taken.

This scene deeply shocked everyone.

Lin Dao's angry shout brought him back to his senses from the shock.

"Reload!"

As the Gatling Bodhisattva was reloading, the Mughals surged forward again.

It wasn't that no one wanted to retreat, but Bolotemur's attack this time was a reckless, impulsive charge.

Following the previous arrangements, the various forces pressed forward layer by layer.

At the very back was the supervisory team personally led by Bolod Timur.

I wanted to back up, but there were people everywhere behind me.

'Bang bang bang~~~'

The musketeers once again unleashed their power, filling the firepower gap during the reloading in the forest.

The archers weren't idle either; they would shoot an arrow, rest for a while, and then shoot another.

They had no choice. Archers couldn't shoot arrows continuously for long periods; they needed time to recover their arm strength.

Lin Dao changed the ammunition belt, and the Gatling Bodhisattva once again spewed out orange muzzle flash.

The flying shell casings gradually piled up at his feet.

These shell casings, emitting white smoke, are quite hot; without protective gear, your feet would be burned.

In less than ten minutes, the soil on the outside slope had clearly thickened by another layer.

Seeing that the ammunition belt in his hand had run out, Shi Nai'an dragged over another box of ammunition.

But Lin Dao stopped him, put on thick heat-resistant gloves, and began to replace the faintly reddened gun barrel himself.

The friction generated by high-speed firing produces terrifying temperatures.

Anyone who dares to reach out and touch it will immediately become acquainted with the part they touch.

This time it took longer, and the already numb Mongols approached again.

The musketeers and archers could not completely stop them, and the Red Turban Army's armored soldiers stepped forward to fight.

The battlefield instantly returned to a duel of cold weapons.

"so many people?"

Lin Dao, who was changing gun barrels, glanced at the dark mass of people outside the city walls.

"How much blood and flesh of Han Chinese must this have consumed?"

He always thought that the Mongol population was small.

In fact, compared to the Han dynasty, it was not many.

But if we only consider the number of people, it is quite a lot.

"I can't do it on my own; I need to gather as many troops as possible."

After the barrel was replaced, the ammunition belt was installed.

Lin Dao roared, "Get out of the way, you guys!"

The Red Turban Army soldiers, caught in the midst of battle, quickly moved aside to the sides, creating space for them to fire.

The roar of Gatling Bodhisattva rang out once more.

The continuous firing caused large numbers of Mongols to fall.

Gradually, a human wall formed on the earthen slope.

A human wall lying down.

Later, the Mongols were defeated when they tried to climb over the human wall, and they became new materials for the human wall.

Later on, the Mongols behind the human wall could only hear the gunshots of the Gatling gun, but could not see what had happened afterward.

Once they were gone, there was no chance to go back.

"come over!"

Lin Dao, busy shooting, shouted at Chang Yuchun, who was not far away.

Chang Yuchun, who had a bad temper, hurriedly ran forward and listened respectfully to his orders.

Lin Dao, busy changing the barrel, gestured to the mountain of spent cartridges and said, "Sweep them!"

Chang Yuchun hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to pry open the spent cartridge cases.

That is, he was wearing iron gloves and was not directly burned.

The heat that could be conducted still made him grit his teeth.

Shell casings rained down, instantly soaking the reserve troops below the city.

"The Mongols are truly brave."

Lin Dao also praised, "Even after fighting like this, they still dare to charge forward desperately. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

He's misunderstood.

No one is unafraid of death.

Under normal circumstances, the Mongols should have fled long ago.

However, the environment of this battlefield is quite unique.

Initially, I was encouraged and threatened by the supervisory team behind me, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward.

Moreover, the muskets on the city wall never stopped firing.

Too much smoke and fire has obscured the vision of many people.

In the middle stages, the human wall formed by so many people falling blocked the view of what was to come.

Swept up by the crowd, he climbed over the human wall, but by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late to run.

With Gatling gun barrels firing left and right, there was no way to escape.

It wasn't until Lin Dao changed the gun barrel again that the Mughal people, trapped in a blood-soaked hell, finally turned around and ran back over the human wall to escape.

When faced with a continuous influx of reinforcements, they simply turned their swords against each other.

During their rout, they dared to slash even the emperor standing in their way.

Bolot Timur's encouragement and the intimidation of the supervisory team were completely useless at this moment.

Upon seeing this, Lin Dao also stopped what he was doing.

He raised his hand and pointed outside the city wall.

"Charge out and fight back!"

On any battlefield, chasing down fleeing soldiers is always the simplest and easiest way to fight.

A large number of Red Turban Army soldiers scaled over the city walls.

They stood on the earthen mound made of Yuan soldiers' corpses and burlap sacks, shouting for a counterattack.

The reserve troops below the city wall also rushed up along the horse path to supplement the following.

The Red Turban Army soldiers, armored and strong, broke through the human wall formed by the Mongols and charged down like tigers descending a mountain.

Bolotemur's guards grabbed the reins of his horse and rode away.

The idea that anyone can kill me if I dare to back down is utter nonsense.
However, in such a chaotic scene, escaping is not an easy task.

The frenzied, routed soldiers rushed over, instantly scattering the guards and even dragging Bolotemur off his horse.

As he struggled to his feet, the Red Turban Army was already in front of him.

"die!"

Chang Yuchun roared and swept his spear across the room.

Bolotemur raised his weapon to defend himself, but was knocked to the ground by the terrifying force.

Chang Yuchun then thrust his spear into the face again.

Bolotemur swung his sword but missed, and the spearhead struck the ground.

Chang Yuchun suddenly lunged forward and landed on top of Bolotemur.

A single punch from a huge fist to his face made him see stars and struggle to breathe.

He grabbed the hammer hanging from his waist and smashed it down on Bolotemur's forehead.

Now it's completely still.

Chang Yuchun picked up his sword and immediately began to slit his own throat.

When Lin Dao saw the enemy general's flag fall, he nodded in satisfaction.

I hopped on my electric scooter and headed to another city gate.

(End of this chapter)