Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 33 Type 56 Light Machine Gun
Looking at the fleeing Tartars, Zhao Wen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's too dangerous, I almost died." Zhao Wen lay on the ground, looking up to the sky and sighing.

Song Hu stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, looked at the tartars on the hillside in front of him, and said in a low voice: "My lord, I think these tartars haven't left yet, I'm afraid they will attack again!"

"What? Still want to launch an attack? Is this impossible?" Zhao Wen jumped up from the ground and looked towards the hillside.

I saw Monk on the hillside waving a scimitar, tying up the few Tartars who fled first, and making them kneel on the ground.Monk kept walking back and forth in front of those Tartars, waving the scimitar in his hand, as if he was about to chop off their heads.

"You are all a bunch of cowards, not worthy of being the descendants of Changshengtian." Munch looked at the few Tartars kneeling in front of him, and cursed sharply.

"Deserters? Haha!" Monk sneered, swung the scimitar in his hand, and headed towards the tartar who was kneeling in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The heads of several Tartars shot up into the sky, and blood spattered all over the ground.

Monk wiped the blood from his face, looked at the Tartars who had fled back, and scolded: "This is what happens to deserters, I advise you to stop thinking about running for your life as soon as possible. If anyone dares to run away first, then they will be what will happen to you. "

Monk rode a war horse, walking back and forth in front of the group of Tartars, shouting angrily from time to time.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Wen thought something was wrong.The Tartars seem to be organizing their team, and it is estimated that they will attack again in a short time.

Thinking about it, there are only four people on my side, and one of them is a woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken. No one can bear this tone.

"You guys wait here, I'll go back when I go." Zhao Wen turned around and said to Song Hu next to him and Zhao Daniu behind him.

"My lord, are you going to carry weapons?" Song Hu asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, we don't have much ammunition left, I'll get some more out. Besides, these rockets and grenades are too difficult to deal with the scattered cavalry. If it weren't for the lack of willpower of the Tartars, I guess We're all gone. So, I'm going to get some powerful weapons out."

As soon as Zhao Wen finished speaking, he disappeared in place.

Li Xiaoying looked at Zhao Wen who disappeared, her face was full of disbelief, her mouth was wide open, and she asked in horror: "Where did he go? Why did he disappear suddenly?"

Zhao Daniu turned around and said, "Hey, why do you care so much? My lord is not a mortal, but he is a fairy in the sky. Do you know the fairy?"

Zhao Daniu chatted endlessly at Li Xiaoying like a chatterbox.

"He is not human, he is not human?" Li Xiaoying's heart was full of turmoil, although she was very unwilling to believe what Zhao Daniu said, but the facts were there, she couldn't help but not believe it.

"Okay, shut up!" Song Hu frowned and scolded.

"I advise you to forget about this matter, otherwise, if there are any unforeseen consequences, don't blame me for not reminding you." Song Hu narrowed his eyes, completely ignoring that she was a helpless woman. A powerful woman, he looked at Li Xiaoying coldly, and threatened sharply.

Li Xiaoying looked panicked, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open, and she kept nodding her head.

"The best weapon against cavalry is the machine gun. I'll look for it and see if there are any powerful machine guns in this warehouse."

Zhao Wen hurried to the large warehouse in the center and rummaged through it.

Hard work paid off, and after a few minutes of searching, Zhao Wen finally found the box containing the Type 56 light machine gun.

Looking at the Chinese characters on the box, Zhao Wen immediately became ecstatic.

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then took the crowbar from the shelf next to him and pried the box open.

Three shiny, buttery Type 56 light machine guns appeared in front of Zhao Wen.

The Type 56 light machine gun is an imitation of the big brother's RPD light machine gun. It was finalized in 1956, and it was improved and designed in 63 to finalize the Type 56-1. It is equipped with a large number of troops. It is a machine gun with the longest equipment time and the largest amount of equipment.

该枪使用7.62×39毫米步枪弹，每分钟700发。枪长1041毫米，枪重7.9千克。在500米内对单个目标射击效果最好，集中火力可射击500米内的飞机、伞兵和杀伤800米内的集团目标，弹头飞行到1500米仍有杀伤力。

Zhao Wen carried the Type 56 light machine gun on his back, put a few empty magazines on his body, picked up a box of bullets, and disappeared into the warehouse.

"This warehouse really has the ability to heal injuries." Zhao Wen shook his injured shoulder, feeling no pain at all, muttered, and walked out of the warehouse.

Song Hu looked at the assembled Tartar cavalry in front of him, and then at the place where Zhao Wen disappeared, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

Why hasn't this come back yet?Could it be that he ran away by himself?But it's impossible, the adults don't look like that kind of person either.

Zhao Daniu tightly held the 56 and a half in his hand, lying under the cart, his palms were full of sweat.He kept looking in Zhao Wen's direction, feeling extremely nervous.

Li Xiaoying pressed the ashes urn tightly to her chest, lying on the back of the cart, her body trembling non-stop, apparently extremely frightened.

"Why haven't you come back yet? The Tartars are about to charge." Song Hu kept rubbing his hands with an anxious expression on his face.

"Shh!"

A slight voice sounded, and then a white light appeared where Zhao Wen disappeared.

Zhao Wen appeared on the spot with a strange firecracker on his back and a green box in his arms.

Zhao Wen lay down on the ground, opened the bullet box, and pressed bullets into the magazine.

"Hurry up, don't be dazed, hurry up and press the bullet for me!" Zhao Wen threw the empty magazine on his body to Song Hu, and then pressed the bullet into an empty magazine on his own.

When people face danger, they can always burst out their powerful potential.

At the moment when the Tartars were about to charge again, Zhao Wen knocked the loaded magazine on the ground, and then loaded it into the Type 56 light machine gun.

Zhao Wen opened the safety, pulled the gun, put his feet on the belly of the horse, leaned the butt of the gun tightly on his right shoulder, held the handle tightly with his right hand, put his index finger on the trigger, and tightly held the gun with his left hand. Attached to the gun stock.

"Hey, let me show you what the power of industry is." Zhao Wen aimed at the tartar, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"kill!!!"

Munch raised his scimitar and roared angrily.

"Kill kill kill!"

The Tartar cavalry burst into earth-shattering shouts and charged towards Zhao Wen again.

Song Hu looked at the incomparably weird firecracker in Zhao Wen's arms, and couldn't help saying in a low voice: "This thing looks too thin, can it stop the Tartars?"

The sound of horseshoes shook, like thunder, echoing on the ground.

Countless streaks of smoke and dust flew up from the ground, straight into the sky.

Zhao Wen took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

Song Hu lay beside Zhao Wen, constantly pressing bullets into the empty magazine.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The Tartar cavalrymen took off their bows and arrows from their backs, sat on their horses and raised their bows and arrows, shooting towards Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen looked at the arrows flying all over the sky, hurriedly lowered his head, and buried his body behind the dead horse.

"Boom!"

The arrows landed around Zhao Wen, stirring up countless clouds of smoke and dust.

Because of the obstruction of the corpse of the war horse, and the rapid movement of the Tartar cavalry, and the method of projectile, the accuracy of the head was much worse.

Zhao Wen leaned out again and looked out through the gaps in the arrows on the horse's corpse.

"Hmph, since you are determined to seek death, you can't blame me!" Zhao Wen grinned and pulled the trigger of the Type 56 light machine gun.

"Da da da da!"

There was a burst of intense gunfire that did not belong to this era. The muzzle of the 56-type light machine gun was spraying flames, and countless bullets that were buffed by rifling and spinning at high speed flew towards the army formation of the Tartars.

(End of this chapter)