Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 39: If the people were to be led to this point, both the ruler and his subjects should be killed.
The picturesque mountain village in southern Anhui, the clear stream, the ancient stone arch bridge...

Then a man on the bridge, wearing golden Ming Guang armor and a phoenix-wing helmet, grabbed the two brass handles of the Maxim, pressed the shooting plate and fired wildly.

This painting style is already very messy.

And the targets he shot at were equally messy.

The warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty are still wearing cloth armor!

They walked along the winding mountain road, treading on the stone pavement, each step only one meter wide, like a winding colorful insect, and then shattered under the impact of the 11.43mm bullets...

The Maxim that Yang Feng wants!

Of course, what he was given was the Maxim, the genuine Maxim, the 11.43 mm bullet, which was made of brass parts and looked golden. More importantly, it was black powder, so at this moment, the muzzle in front of him was emitting spectacular flames, black powder smoke was gushing, and bullets as thick as fingers flew out one by one. Fortunately, the child was standing upwind, otherwise he would have been almost blackened by now.

Although it was set to a low speed, this was Maxim, the creator of a nation that loved singing and dancing. Especially in this special terrain, all Yang Feng needed to do was move the muzzle a little bit, allowing two hundred rounds of bullets per minute to sweep along the mountain road. And because there were no tracer bullets, some aiming skills were required. Fortunately, this problem was not important to him, and the flesh and blood of the Eight Banners warriors splattered wherever the bullets passed.

Their limbs were broken.

The bullets that penetrated their bodies flew out with blood and flesh.

……

They dodged in terror, but could do nothing. The terrain constrained them. One panicked cavalryman even rushed out of the stone road, but the mountain was too steep and his horse could not stand. He fell down with him and rolled down the mountain. His screams and those of his horse echoed in the valley.

Those on the cobblestone road who wanted to escape faster or turn around ended up falling off the cobblestones or even rolling down the mountain due to the crowds...

This kind of road is like this. If it were flatter, there would be no need to pave it with stone slabs. It is very dangerous for a person who needs to balance on two points to walk on it, let alone a war horse that needs four points to balance.

In the end, all the Eight Banners Manchu warriors stretching along the mountain road stared at Yang Feng's gun in horror, as if waiting to die. They watched their companions in front of them fall down with blood and flesh splattering, and watched the horrific death approaching them rapidly, until a bullet pierced their bodies...

"Gone!"

The child shouted excitedly.

Yang Feng took out a bullet belt as quickly as possible and added it, then quickly pulled the safety. The child held the gun as before, watching the flames and smoke from the muzzle spew out again.

Before they had finished firing the bullet belt, there were no living Qing soldiers in their sight ahead.

On the long mountain road, the corpses of people and war horses were also stretched out. Their blood was flowing, even flowing out of the stone road and dyeing it red and green.

The few surviving war horses stood there at a loss.

"Watch out, call me if anyone comes."

Yang Feng said.

Then he lay down leisurely on the recliner, basking in the sunlight which was obviously quite warm.

“Boom…”

Gunshots suddenly rang out.

He sat up speechlessly, looking at the kid who was trying to learn how to fire like him. However, because he had no one to hold up the belt, the gun jammed after just a few shots.

"Someone has to hold this for you."

Yang Feng said.

The child stood up, looking at the forest behind him, then took out a bamboo whistle and blew it vigorously. Then another child emerged from the forest. It looked like twins. They had probably been watching for a long time, but they didn't dare to come out without the whistle. Now that they had received the order, they hurried out. Soon, the other child came over. The previous one acted like a boss and let the other one hold the ammunition belt. Then, like Yang Feng, he grasped the handle with both hands and pressed the brass pressure plate forward. Although this action was a bit strenuous for the child...

This thing is designed for adult fingers, and children's fingers can barely reach it. Moreover, it is not something that can be pressed without effort.

It would take at least several kilograms of force.

The bullet was not fired after all...

Yang Feng casually pulled the safety pin for them.

The child immediately pressed the pressure plate, and the muzzle flame suddenly spurted out. The other child holding the bullet screamed in fear and cried, but intimidated by the boss's power, he still stood there obediently holding it.

It is said that children who have been working since childhood still have some strength.

"Do your best, I'll leave this job to you!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Because of the terrain, they could only attack a straight line of two or three hundred meters away, along a mountain road also two or three hundred meters long, so they were basically within a straight-line range. At this time, several more Qing soldiers tentatively turned around the mountainside and moved forward cautiously on the mountain road. Because the mountain road was full of corpses, they could no longer ride horses and could only walk. The child immediately noticed and turned the muzzle of the gun without hesitation, and then the bullets poured out, but still missed. The Qing soldiers were frightened and ran back quickly. Yang Feng casually adjusted the height of the machine gun, and the bullets instantly landed among the Qing soldiers. With the obvious smoke and dust flying on the stone slabs, the Qing soldiers fell immediately.

The child finally figured out the way, then stopped and waited quietly. A few more Qing soldiers appeared on the mountain road. The child deliberately did not fire, waiting for them to move forward cautiously. When he saw that there were no one following them, he immediately opened fire again, and the bullets hit the Qing soldiers accurately.

The dead bodies fell again.

The child stopped again.

"Sister, there are people on the mountain."

The kid holding the bullet belt shouted.

Yang Feng looked at his machine gunner in astonishment.

This is actually a girl.

The latter had also discovered that several Qing soldiers appeared on the mountain and were looking at this side from a rock. She immediately adjusted the height of the machine gun like Yang Feng, while aiming and looking. After facing the Qing soldiers, she immediately fired bullets.

Smoke and dust rose from the rock, and the Qing army was frightened and ran down hurriedly, but she had already completed fine-tuning and the bullets covered the area in an instant.

The head of a Qing soldier even turned into a bloody mass.

Yang Feng lay on a recliner, admiring the scene with satisfaction. Suddenly, he swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji, which flew straight to a melon field not far away and returned with a watermelon stuck in its body. He broke the watermelon apart and, under the drooling gaze of the child holding the ammunition belt, gnawed on it while instructing his machine gunner. The Qing army continued to explore. After all, they had no other choice. This was the only road in this area. If they didn't take this route, they couldn't reach Shidai. If they didn't go to Shidai, they could only go to Jiande.

But it can't be opened there.

Or go to Chizhou, but there are hundreds of thousands of troops coming from there.

They kept trying in various ways, holding up their shields, climbing up the mountain, and moving forward from the ravine...

But no matter what method was used, it was eventually within the sight of this side, and was then hit by the little girl's increasingly accurate point shooting.

Of course, she likes tapping not because she knows it is more efficient, but because she cannot keep pressing the pressure plate due to the length and strength of her fingers.

This Maxim can be said to have locked up all hopes of the Qing army.

If it were flat ground, the cavalry could still charge through thanks to their numerical superiority, but the problem was that this was a narrow passage between towering mountains, so narrow that even two cavalrymen couldn't advance together. They could only rush towards this flame-breathing monster, which would be like committing suicide...

Half an hour later.

"I, the former Censor Jin Sheng, kowtow to the Emperor Taizu Gao."

A voice sounded behind Yang Feng.

Of course, Emperor Taizu did not turn around, but the child holding the bullet belt turned around and looked at the group of people kneeling behind him.

"Rise up! You have done your duty by raising an army to resist the Qing monsters."

Yang Feng said.

This was a reinforcement from Huizhou to Wu Yingji, but the group was led by Huang Shu's cousin, the martial arts champion Huang Geng, and Jin Sheng's student Jiang Tianyi. They were defeated and retreating at Shidai, and presumably encountered Jin Sheng, who had returned to reinforce them. They then reunited with the young and strong men sent from Chizhou who had been ordered to reinforce them, and followed the Qing army in pursuit. Of course, their only purpose was to block the Qing army's return to Shidai. After all, if the Qing army returned to Shidai, they would definitely not head towards Chizhou, but would have to move south to Qimen, which would have put the entire Huizhou region in jeopardy.

This is equivalent to nearly 100,000 bandits, who will turn Huizhou into the next Yangzhou. The Huizhou merchants who have just suffered a bloodbath in Yangzhou will have to face the danger of their own nest being massacred.

In this situation, they had no other choice but to take out silver to arm Jin Sheng with young and strong men to guard Shidai, which was arguably a crucial point.

Jin Sheng, Huang Geng, Jiang Tianyi, and the others rose silently, staring in shock at the young girl before Yang Feng. The latter, still gripping the rifle with both hands, fired at yet another group of Qing soldiers on their way to their doom. The spectacular plume of black powder smoke was blown away by the wind, and a distinct jet of flame shot out from the muzzle as the bullets whistled. In the blink of an eye, the Qing soldiers fell one after another, their bullets sending up a shower of stone and dust around them, piercing their bodies and creating a faint mist of blood in the sunlight.

She had already skillfully adjusted the elevation and then lowered the muzzle. A group of Qing troops who were moving forward bit by bit on the steep mountainside were immediately covered by bullets. She even increased the rate of fire. The rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute not only covered the Qing troops, but also made the surrounding trees a mess.

Yang Feng then waved his hand and six ammunition boxes appeared.

The Maxim, whose belt had just run out of ammunition, stopped, and the deputy gunner quickly took out a new one, while the machine gunner picked up the bucket, but found it was a little high.

Jiang Tianyi quickly stepped forward to take it, and under her guidance, he added water. The few remaining Qing soldiers who had saved their lives fled in panic. However, because they fled too hastily, one of them even rolled down the mountain. The machine gunner who had added water pulled the safety with both hands, kicked the two-wheeled gun carriage with his feet and pulled it open, then calmly aimed at the Qing soldiers. Just as they were about to turn out of sight, flames erupted in front of the Maxim again...

"Their entire village was slaughtered by the Qing demons, and even their bodies were used as military rations. They were the only ones who escaped because they were picking mushrooms in the mountains. They've been hiding in the mountains for the past few days, sneaking down to find some items to bring back to their hiding place. There have been tens of thousands of people like them over the past few decades. To have brought the people to this point, no matter who is the emperor or his subjects, they should all be killed."

Yang Feng said.

Jin Sheng and others were silent.

(End of this chapter)