The Weapon Tycoon Who Traveled to Great Qin

"Come on, come on." The officer waved his arm to sign up, and two soldiers followed closely behind him.

"Woo." The howling of bullets came. Just as a soldier climbed up the **** to show his head, he was hit by a flying bullet in his shoulder, and then fell down. The person behind hurriedly lowered his body.

"Bang. Bang." Qin Jun began to fight back.

"Ah." The wounded soldier covered his wound, and the blood kept flowing.

"Medical soldier. Where is the medical soldier dead?" the soldier shouted.

Private Marton came over quietly to check the situation.

"You, come here." A second-class soldier grabbed a soldier's hand and came over and pressed the wound.

"Waiting for the medical soldiers." The sentence was simple and clear. The soldier waited blankly. The pain showed on the soldier's face. This is war.

"Follow me. Quickly." Corporal Zhao dragged Marton away. If a soldier sees these things, many of them will be stiff, and at least they will have to bear a lot of psychological pressure, despite the Xiongnu's Boys have accepted these things since they were young, but they are all cold weapons, and compared with hot weapons on the battlefield, they still have a lot of impact. Corporal Zhao Cai experienced this way.

"Woo." They were so crushed that they were too humble, the Dawan people gathered a lot of people, and they seemed to be relieved from the explosion just now.

"Throw a grenade, open the passage, hurry up." The officer ordered his grenade.

"Puff." Corporal Zhao Cai had already done so.

"Wow." After throwing out a grenade. Zhao Cai immediately threw the second one. The third one, and more and more people participated. They keep throwing grenades, it seems that only this can make them feel calmer.

"Hand cannon. Where is the hand cannon?" the officer shouted loudly. At this time they need to suppress the opponent's firepower. Although the flintlock has a limited range, the bullet has a large caliber, and if it hits it, it will be crippled. Just like the soldier who was shot just now, it is already very difficult to save. The only way is to amputate the limbs, which can save your life, which is not bad.

"Hand cannon. Hand cannon." The officer shouted loudly.

"Boom. Boom. Boom." The six hand gunners were at a later position, and when they heard the order, they knew they were going to fight. Aim and fire immediately. They can only blindly hit the target without seeing the target. Anyway, they only need to suppress the opponent's firepower.

"Stop. Follow me." Corporal Zhao gestured, and then he was the first to pass, and then he saw a wall and hid behind. Marton followed closely, and he held up the bayonet of the rifle. Looks very brave.

The hand cannons still exerted their firepower advantage, and Corporal Zhao Cai checked the surrounding situation.

"Wow." Marton moved too much, and he almost hit the wall.

"Damn it, take your bayonet away. He almost stuck me." Zhao Cai said.

"Sorry sir. Someone stirred me a bit." Marton said apologetically. Then he took a look at what had stirred him, and this look shocked him. It was a corpse, to be precise, half a corpse, a corpse of the upper body of a Dawan, with internal organs all over the floor, bloody. This made Marton feel vomiting, but he still resisted it. But then he couldn't help it anymore. Because he stepped on the ribs of the corpse, all the **** stuff on the boots, and the other side's ribs, he stepped on the ribs.

"Wow." A soldier also came over.

"What's wrong with him?" A second-class soldier came over.

"The battlefield is unwell. Same as a pregnant woman. Vomiting." The corporal said, taking out his pistol. He held a bayonet in one hand. With the rifle behind, the Huns and Qin soldiers are allowed to carry personal weapons on the battlefield. After all, doing so can strengthen the soldiers' firepower. The officer will not object.

"Can you throw a grenade? Pregnant woman?" Zhao Cai asked.

"Yes. Sir." Marton replied. He feels much better.

"Okay. Throw the grenade and we'll leave." Zhao Cai motioned.

"Boom." A grenade exploded. Zhao Cai rushed out with the second-class soldier, and Marton followed behind. He still held a long rifle, but didn't take the bayonet off.

"Bang Bang." The blown-out Dawan person staggered out, and Zhao Cai was very rude and gave him twice. Then they fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

"Go." Zhao Cai said. More and more Xiongnu soldiers appeared in the back, and they finally came in.

"Bang Bang." Dawan kept rushing out and trying to kill them, but Zhao Cai quickly wiped out the opponent with a pistol.

"Puff." As they continued to advance, the privates suddenly fell. They still couldn't see what was going on when they fell to the ground.

"Ah." A Dawan yelled and threw himself on Marton. The second-class soldier was stabbed in the abdomen by a Dawan man with a bayonet.

"Bang. Bang." Two shots in a row. The bullet was out.

And Marton is entangled with two people. Marton's gun is too long. He couldn't react at all, and the opponent's gun could shoot him with a bayonet. Fortunately, he blocked the opponent's attack.

"Damn it." Zhao Cai grabbed the opponent's head with a bayonet, and solved the opponent with a standard throat cut.

"Take the bayonet down. A gun that is too long is not suitable here." Zhao Cai avoided and reloaded the bullets. The people behind had already followed. The Dawan people charged wildly, and they initially established a line of fire. But it is also difficult for them to move forward. Because there are too many people on the other side. Their strength cannot be deployed.

"Hand cannon. Hand cannon. Hand cannon." The officer shouted loudly from behind, and Marton pushed the corpse away and removed the bayonet. He feels a little better. He aimed and shot, not caring about the blood on his body.

Inside the twenty-sixth regiment headquarters.

"In the morning, we had already opened a gap. At noon today, with our help, we opened a gap for the Dawan people, and they finally rushed in. However, the Dawan people resisted fiercely and they took advantage of the streets. With the advantage of, shot and killed a large number of Dawan cavalry units. They were unable to expand further and could only guard the entrance to prevent the opponent from appearing.” A staff officer introduced.

"Damn it, in that kind of place, how could they have room to display, the cavalry enters it as a target." Meng Kai said.

"But, sir, our progress is also extremely slow. The Dawan people seem to have learned street fighting. They use those street houses to defend little by little. We are moving very slowly. We need to spend too much time to clear those Dawans. People." The staff officer asked at a loss. They feel a great headache for street fighting.