1890 King of Southeast Asia

"What are you standing there for? Shoot!"

When Lan Zijun and Tony arrived at the north of the city, the place had been surrounded and they were stopped outside.

Seeing that they were stopped, Lan Zijun immediately ordered the machine gunner to shoot.

If it were a government official or an official in the public security system, they would consider the subsequent impact when doing things, and the most likely option would be negotiation and non-lethal suppression.

But Lan Zijun was born in a military family and is still a soldier now. When the army is attacked, the first thing he does is not to ask questions, but to launch a counterattack on the spot and eliminate all hostile forces.

Bang, bang, bang...

As the machine gun mounted on the Warrior Command Vehicle began to shoot, the machine guns and rifles on the other vehicles of the accompanying team 5 also began to shoot.

The Jews only had simple homemade weapons, Molotov cocktails and even javelins and bows and arrows, and a few unknown guns, or black powder guns.

The caliber of the vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun is 7mm, the barrel length is 108mm, and the muzzle kinetic energy is 18,000 kilojoules. Ordinary double-layer red bricks cannot resist its power at all. The only problem is that the rate of fire is limited to prevent the barrel from overheating.

At the beginning of the design, Liu Yiming wanted a weapon that could accompany the infantry to advance against fortifications and light armored targets, but after the heavy machine gun came out, he found that he did not have a suitable target.

The current target of the Huaxia Empire does not have high-end weapons such as tanks, and there are not even many machine guns.

However, this thing is generally used as medium- and long-range suppressive firepower for infantry in field battles, and the effect is very good. It can effectively suppress or even destroy the enemy's field fortifications, and can also give the enemy psychological intimidation.

Such a huge bullet only needs one hit, no matter where it hits, it will be either dead or disabled. If you are hit on the waist by such a bullet at a medium distance, you will be cut in two.

Many Ottomans finally survived the bombardment in the field, and completely lost their fighting spirit in this round.

Why?

"Ugh! Oh my God! This is too cruel."

"Amen..."

Tony looked at the intersection where the smoke had dissipated and couldn't help but lie down by the window and vomit.

The walls of the two houses on the left and right sides of the intersection had collapsed, and even the walls of the houses themselves were also showing a tendency to collapse.

In the yard, the people who had just been shouting and even throwing stones and Molotov cocktails at the convoy were now everywhere.

The broken walls, limbs and body parts, and the blood foam splashing in four places suddenly made Tony's faith much more pious.

Isn't this hell? If there is hell, then there must be heaven?

"1 It seems that you have never been to the battlefield." Lan Zijun patted him on the back with a smile, took out a cigarette box, took out two cigarettes and lit them, and then gave one of them to Tony.

"I have been to the battlefield! But it was with the Germans." Tony emphasized, but his confidence was not very strong.

"When? Then why did you retire again?" Lan Zijun asked curiously.

At this time, the convoy began to move forward slowly again. The machine gunner hid behind the 1 cm thick gun shield, and his eyes were vigilantly staring at both sides of the road. Any place with suspicious situation would be greeted with several to dozens of 7 mm caliber ammunition.

Hitting on bricks and stones, the bricks will be directly broken, leaving a hole larger than a fist. Hitting on heavy marble or bluestone will also cause stone foam to splash, leaving a big pit.

"In the Battle of Paris, I was responsible for transporting supplies to the army in the south, doing clerical work, etc. Later, there was a shortage of officers, so I worked as a quartermaster for a few days." Tony took a puff of cigarette and didn't think about the tragedy just now.

"I have seen the front line, it is not so terrible and cruel. Whether it is the Germans or the French, they will not... splash in four places after being shot." Tony explained with difficulty. He should have not slept well these days.

"You are so lucky. You only saw 1 part of the battlefield, a small part, and it was still in the south where the intensity was lower." During the Battle of Paris, the Huaxia Empire was still "watching", so Lan Zijun got the first-hand intelligence.

Discussion and simulation of hot battles are what any regular army would do, not to mention that before the Battle of Paris, the Germans seemed only one step away from victory.

They were no exception. By the way, in the simulation, he often played the German army, and because of this, he was very familiar with the progress of the war.

Among them were the main outbreak points of the battle. The offensive and defensive forces of both sides were mainly concentrated in the north, and the south was the feint attack force of the Germans.

"I read some war reports from the European battlefield, and there are many photos. Some were taken by the observation group we sent to Europe, and some were taken by you... It's okay, it's been solved, you took it yourself."

While speaking, several bullets were fired at them in a short period of time. One shot hit the hood of the car, and one shot left a hole in the window and stuck on the seat.

The rest were all shot empty.

"What? The photos we see may be different. Is it really okay? Should we..." Tony looked at Lan Zijun in panic. Lan Zijun's strange expression made him realize that there should be something wrong.

"Don't panic. It's just a revolver. The distance is more than 50 meters. It's not accurate. Be alert!" Lan Zijun patted Tony's shoulder heavily.

Tony's panic was not without reason. The bullet that broke the glass was stuck in his seat, just to his right, only a few centimeters away.