Chapter 450: Double Ghosts Pounding the Door

It fired.

Yes, it fired.

In the end, it still fired.

Yes, in the end, it still fired.

As a gun produced three hundred years in the future, it should not have fired.

But your Time-Space Administration already approved it, so, it fired.

Then what are you here for.

I'm here to kill people.

Kill what people.

Kill the people who deserve to be killed.

What people deserve to be killed.

You... *cough cough cough*, boss, I got too deep into character just now, wrong, wrong, it's the Tartars who deserve to be killed.

(This passage is in fond memory of the great Gu Long)

The M2 Machine Gun is typically mounted on vehicles such as tanks, off-road vehicles, and helicopters, and is used to destroy lightly armored vehicles, bunkers, light aircraft, and various types of ships.

The. 50 caliber armor-piercing rounds fired from its muzzle have a muzzle velocity of 1185 meters per second. Within an 850-meter range, this bullet can penetrate 11-millimeter-thick hardened steel plate on an armored personnel carrier; within a 1000-meter range, it can penetrate 25 millimeters of ordinary rolled homogeneous steel plate.

Therefore, when the Special Operations Team members under Yongping City opened fire from a distance of 100 meters, the series of Ancient-Style Tank Protection Systems carefully prepared by the Tartar cavalry opposite were penetrated like paper.

Whether it was the thick wooden shields, or the wrought iron plates hammered out by Ming Dynasty blacksmiths whose impurity content could not even be tested, at such close range, they were instantly pierced through without the slightest hindrance.

Wooden shield, horse armor, horse bone, iron plate, Zhajia Armor Armor armor, leather armor, human bone... these seven materials of different textures were sequentially penetrated in an instant by the. 50 caliber bullet carrying Joule-level kinetic energy. Everywhere the bullet passed, a goose-egg-sized hole appeared.

The first short burst killed the two heavily armored Knights at the front, men and horses alike, right at the bridgehead; one of them, due to the angle, was even sent flying into the air.

After penetrating the men and horses, the bullets' momentum did not stop; they then pierced through the Knights in the second row before flying off into the sky.

After seeing this situation through the mechanical rear sight, the machine gunner immediately pressed the muzzle down slightly, adjusting the shooting angle.

Then the second short burst was fired.

This short burst killed several Knights in the second, third, and fourth rows dead on the surface of Liu Bridge, including the Horses beneath them, not a single one escaped. Among them, two bodies had been torn apart by the armor-piercing rounds and needed to be pieced back together.

Regarding armor-piercing rounds, the Transmigrators had learned from experience.

Back when a group of Transmigrators just starting their enterprise landed on Dayuan Island, they used the M2 Machine Gun to attack the Dutch and seized their Shang Hall. Afterward, they found the Battlefield a bloody mess, with human body parts everywhere, a horrifying sight. Many people vomited, and the cleanup work was even done by prisoners.

Having learned from that experience, this time when they came north to fight the Tartars, the Transmigrators, who placed extreme importance on intact heads, did not equip the M2 Machine Gun with Incendiary Burst Rounds, only with armor-piercing rounds.

But even using only armor-piercing rounds, it still caused the opponents to be torn apart.

This was unavoidable. Although the machine gun bullet looks only as thick as a finger, when fired, it is enveloped by an energy mass invisible to the naked eye—an energy mass similar in size to a goose egg, or even an adult's fist. Once it enters the human body and hits bone, it easily explodes and tears the body apart.

Armor-piercing rounds could only reduce this situation... even the much smaller caliber AK can still shatter a human torso on the battlefield, let alone this kind.

After two short bursts, seeing the Cavalry still charging but forcibly slowed by the corpses of men and horses on the ground, the machine gunner paused for a moment, then fired the first long burst.

The fiery red whip lashed straight toward one end of the Drawbridge. Before everyone's eyes, a series of "squelch" sounds erupted from all the Cavalry and Horses from the middle to the end of the Drawbridge, immediately followed by the sounds of men and horses collapsing and the neighing of horses—most people died the first moment they were hit, with no time to let out a scream.

Amidst the various fragments flying everywhere, the fiery red warheads shuttled unceasingly, finally plunging into the city gate tunnel, leaving a long string of corpses behind.

Inside the dark city gate tunnel, the originally crowded people met with equally terrible misfortune at this moment. The Cavalry, with no time to react, watched helplessly as the red dots rushed in, blasting their own bodies into two pieces.

One minute seems very short, but it can also become very long.

The machine gun only took 20 seconds. The wild. 50 caliber bullets drilled through the path from Liu Bridge to the city gate, replacing it with a bloody alleyway of flesh.

In the remaining 40 seconds, the machine gun, spewing a long muzzle flame, continued firing relentlessly, sending the Tartar Soldiers gathered on North Gate Long Street crying for their parents, their miserable howls shaking the sky.

The M2's maximum range can reach 2500 meters. Thanks to the Han People's standard urban construction Planning, the machine gunner could send bullets all the way to the Drum Tower in the city center.

Very soon, the machine gunner saw the Drum Tower—all living creatures that had previously been in the bullets' path had either fallen or moved out of the way.

And at this moment, only a short minute had passed since the first bullet left the chamber. The M2 Machine Gun had just finished firing one string of 250-round ammunition belt.

"Ah...!" A desolate, furious howl broke the silence of the long street.

The ancient long street paved with bluestone slabs was densely covered with men and horses. Independent human body parts and organ fragments were everywhere, impossible to tell who the Owner was because there were too many, in too much chaos. The blood at this moment truly converged into a river, gurgling as it flowed into the sewage ditch by the roadside.

A large number of Later Jin Wounded and injured Horses were squirming and Struggling on the long street. Some people were still trying to crawl toward the sides of the street, but their lower bodies were already gone.

The Remaining Wounded mostly had enormous wounds, some the size of chicken eggs, some like the mouth of a bowl. In this era, such wounds were fundamentally impossible to heal. For these people lying on the ground, groaning Constantly, death would come before long.

The one letting out the prolonged, miserable howl was none other than the Bordered Blue Banner's general, Baduli.

The Later Jin Nobility, originally gathered at the rear of the troops waiting to exit the city, after witnessing a line of fire send their own young men tumbling head over heels, all had their mouths wide open, their pupils constricting sharply.

Fortunately, these people were located at the rear of the troops. After seeing the flying severed limbs and human heads Constantly moving Closer to them, they immediately reacted, Turning Around and fleeing into the alleyways beside the street.

Thus, after just a few dozen breaths, looking at the corpses of his Banner's young men covering the long street, the incredulous Baduli could not accept such a drastic turn of events and began to howl long.

The Banner Lord Amin was equally Panic-stricken.

Even in his most exaggerated predictions beforehand, he had never imagined the outcome would become like this—three or four hundred of his Banner's young men had been beaten to death on the long street just like that, without even a chance to fight back.

"Where did these demons and monsters come from? If the Ming State possesses such demonic troops, how could they still allow our Great Jin warriors to besiege Beijing?"

Fortunately, Amin had spent half his life in the military. The next moment, he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and made himself cool down: "Close the city gates, quickly close the city gates!"

Hearing the Banner Lord's roar, the Banner Troops who had scattered to the two sides of the city gate finally reacted. They dismounted one after another and ran along the walls on both sides of the gate tunnel, dragging away the dead men and horses on the ground, and shut the city gates like madmen.

Seeing the city gates closed, Amin spurred his horse and rode onto the long street to issue orders: "Someone, go to the East Gate to inquire about the news."

"Brace the city gates, everyone stay inside the city!"

The current situation was extremely perilous. Amin did not know if the enemy forces surrounding the other three gates all possessed such divine weapons, so he sent someone at the First Moment to the East Gate to understand the situation—if the East Gate was the same, then he could only order the four gates blocked with bricks and stones, and then Defend to the Death while waiting for reinforcements.

Watching the scout cavalry hurrying toward the East Gate, Amin, while leading the main Troops in retreat toward the Drum Tower in the city center, secretly shook his head in his heart: just as the Drawbridge was lowered earlier, he had heard a loud boom coming from the east, so he was not optimistic about the situation at the East Gate now.

The scout cavalry returned very quickly, and the news they brought back had both good and bad aspects.

The bad news was: the East Gate was similarly impossible to charge out of.

The good news was: the enemy Outside the East Gate did not have that terrifying Repeating Bead Gun.

Time rewound a few minutes, to the moment the East Gate Drawbridge was lowered.

The one hundred soldiers stationed outside the East Gate were not the same as those at the West Gate. Because these soldiers were not equipped with an M2 Machine Gun team, they were positioned very far from the East Gate, roughly three hundred meters away.

Not only were they far away, but these men were also split into two squads, deployed separately on the left and right sides of Liu Bridge.

The moment the drawbridge was lowered, a lone fast horse that had been waiting right near the drawbridge head came galloping over.

At the same time, the East Gate swung wide open and two columns of Tartar riders charged out.

After steering his horse to the bridgehead, Mei Fuxi executed a beautiful side-saddle lean, then hurled the iron box in his hand with all his might.

Refined TNT is extremely stable; it is insensitive to friction and vibration, and does not easily explode even when struck by gunfire.

So the iron box rolled back and forth a few times on the bridge surface before coming to a stop, motionless.

In that very instant, several firearm guns and assault rifles positioned on both sides of the drawbridge opened fire simultaneously, forming a crossfire.

The superior firing angles allowed the crossfire to cover the maximum strike area at the optimal angle, and two of the Tartar riders who had not yet stepped onto the drawbridge were shot off their horses in the first volley.

However, no matter how formidable these few guns were, they could not compare to the M2, and moreover the shooters were still three hundred meters away, so despite riders constantly falling from their horses, the charging Tartars still gradually surged toward the bridgehead.

Mei Fuxi at that moment was desperately whipping his horse to escape... anyone who had ever witnessed the might of explosives would, at a time like this, wish they could graft wings onto their mount.

Yet even as he whipped his horse for all it was worth, before he had even reached two hundred meters away, the Tartar riders ultimately still charged to the bridgehead.

In the next moment, the White Armored Soldier at the front executed an equally impressive equestrian maneuver, preparing to scoop up this iron box and throw it into the moat — the messenger who had run over from Luanzhou City earlier had already recounted the story of the iron box. Though the White Armor did not quite believe it in his heart, it was always right to throw something the opponent had deliberately tossed over a bit farther away.

Under these circumstances, the Demolition Specialist watching through binoculars in the distance could no longer concern himself with Mei Fuxi's safety; he could only press the electric detonator in his hand.

Then the drawbridge was blown sky-high, the Tartars on the bridge were blown sky-high, a colossal column of water shot upward, and the moat erupted with towering waves.

Mei Fuxi likewise let out a miserable scream before being hurled up from behind by the shockwave. This gentleman flailed his limbs wildly in the air, glided for a stretch, and finally, with a last wretched cry, plunged headfirst like a dog eating dirt into the thicket of wild grass on the bank.