The power of the .45-inch caliber Gatling heavy machine gun is no joke. The copper-cased bullet with a diameter of 11 mm is enough to cause effective damage at a distance of 1,500 meters. The rate of fire of more than 400 rounds per minute was at that time The world can already be called a meat grinder.
With the copper sound, Xiang Ying's heart felt as if someone had grabbed it. His head was dizzy and he said, "This is bad. I'm in trouble!" He closed his eyes in pain and did not dare to look directly at the tragedy opposite him.
Chug tug tug... tug tug tug... Gatlin sounded for more than a minute. In the end, Lin Zhen rushed over and forcibly took control from the machine gunner, and then Gatlin stopped firing.
The entire military port was completely silent. In just this moment, at least 300 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets were poured out, and those were .45-caliber bullets! How many Baidao members will die...
No one died... All the soldiers present stared blankly at the cement ground in front of the Ba Dao team. It had been sieved by heavy machine guns. The deformed projectiles were embedded in the cement road. People could even feel it. The temperature up there.
The heavy machine gunner said, "How dare I really take action? They are all my brothers. Just scare them... I really don't dare to make a fatal move..."
Lin Zhen turned around and patted the machine gunner on the shoulder, extending a thumbs up to show his good work.
You can't talk about truth. Sometimes you have to talk about it with a gun. More than 300 rounds of bullets were fired, and the fanatical warriors of the Batto camp were like a bucket of cold water poured down their pockets. Now they were all honest. .
The soldiers of the Reach fanned out and surrounded them. Mauser aimed at these warriors and "put down their weapons... squat on the ground... put their heads in their hands!"
"We are all the Prime Minister's soldiers. Let's save face for you. Don't let us use force? Go back and wait for the Prime Minister to judge you... all squat down!"
Nohira Tai and Hyoutaro were desperate at this moment. They cried and rushed into the crowd from the end. They whipped the sword scabbards in their hands like riding whips, drawing out streaks of blood on the backs of the samurai.
"Baga...wuwuwu...you idiots!"
"You bastards! Why didn't you listen to the order... Did you hit the evil spirit? Why are you making trouble... How can you go to the friendly military camp to make trouble!"
"We can only apologize to the Prime Minister for disembowelment!"
The two of them were crying and beating these bastards, and it was only now that they finally woke up from their confusion.
Ryoma Sakamoto also had hairy claws. After sorting out the incident from beginning to end, he realized that he had made a huge mistake.
If this fight is only controlled within the Ba Dao camp, then internal adjustments can be made afterwards. After everyone calms down, they sit down and negotiate slowly. As long as everyone knows about it, even if the prime minister knows about it, it will only be an internal punishment. It will ruin the holiday atmosphere.
But how did this damn conflict break out of the military camp? Has it spread to the navy camp? Even the Zhiyuan had to take action to suppress it when it returned home?
The most terrible thing is that there are hundreds of Prussian friendly troops on board the Zhiyuan. Now the Prime Minister can't cover it up even if he wants to.
Thinking of this, Ryoma Sakamoto quickly turned around and bowed deeply to apologize to the navy and others. "I'm very sorry. The responsibility for today's conflict lies entirely with us! Please don't mind the friendly forces... Who is the officer on duty today? Who is the officer with the highest rank now? Bit?"
The officers and soldiers at the military port looked at each other, then stretched out their hands and pointed back at Xiang Ying, "Sir Longma, all the officers at the military port have gone to sea. The one with the highest rank in front of me... is the captain of the Zhiyuan, Xiang Ying!"
At this moment, the pedals of the Zhiyuan have been set up, and Xiang Ying and other officers are walking down quickly, with serious faces that are almost gloomy. At this time, Mr. Longma didn't dare to ask for help. He quickly ran over and bowed to apologize.
"I'm very sorry. This conflict was entirely because we had a few too many drinks at the banquet! These drunken and immoral children thought there was some conflict between our officers... It was only by various chances and coincidences that the matter became so big!"
"Please, for the sake of the Prime Minister's happy day, please don't make it public and don't make it known to everyone, okay?"
Xiang Ying was stunned at the time, "The Prime Minister is so happy? Why is the Prime Minister so happy? He married another wife!"
With a puff, Cai Bixia laughed from behind. Lin Zhen, Jin Sanshun and others laughed so hard that their molars were exposed. "What a coincidence that we dared! We will drink the Prime Minister's wedding wine when we get back..."
Sakamoto Ryoma and the others made a dumbfounding statement, "No, it's not the Prime Minister marrying a wife... It's the Prime Minister issuing the Chinese code. Ryukyu has entered a new era..."
Listening to Long Majun's brief introduction to the causes and consequences of the Chinese Order, all the officers and soldiers of the Zhiyuan present were stunned, and they were so surprised that they could stuff an egg into their mouths.
The Zhiyuan chose a less prosperous sea route to return home. If the Zhiyuan went directly east from the southern end of the Atlantic Ocean, passed the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa and entered the Indian Ocean and Southeast Asia, they might be able to learn about the Ryukyu New Year's Banquet halfway.
However, the Zhiyuan's way back home was not to take this prosperous golden waterway. Instead, it chose to cross the Pacific Ocean and deliberately avoided the main channel to avoid contact with merchant ships. That is to say, until their warship saw the trestle of the military port, they would not Know what happened in Ryukyu.
Not to mention that they didn't know, even Xiao Letian didn't know that the Zhiyuan would return to China today. After all, there was no radio technology at that time.
Shocked, everyone was shocked! The introduction of the Chinese Code not only stunned Xiang Ying and others, but also stunned Prussian engineer Kevin and others.
"What a big change! This is really an incredible big change in East Asia! If the Chinese code of law can really be promoted, I feel that its significance is definitely no less than the Declaration of Independence of the United States, the Magna Carta of the United Kingdom, and even the French Human Rights declaration……"
"This is truly an epoch-making change! God bless you, my friends!"
Everyone nodded to express their gratitude to Kevin, but Xiang Ying turned to Sakamoto Ryoma and his expression dropped.
"If the Prime Minister is marrying a wife, I don't think it's a big deal if you Japanese make such a fuss! But now is an important historical moment when the Prime Minister's Chinese Code is promulgated. You actually make such a fuss. I'm really sorry that I have to take action. !”
"All of them are here. Control these soldiers of Ba Dao Battalion and imprison them in the warehouse of the military port! If you come into contact with their armed forces, I will tie up those who resist!"
After giving the order, the soldiers of the Zhiyuan rushed over and were about to take action, but this group of wild and untamed Fuso warriors simply did not accept the scolding of such a young officer as Xiang Ying. They were squatting fine at first, but now many people were upset.
"Who do you think you are? Why are you imprisoning us? Even the punishment should be handled by the prime minister and our generals. Why do you do it...I think you dare to try!"
Xiang Ying was no longer a military cadet who had just left the country. He had killed countless people along the way. Moreover, the navy had been a proud service since ancient times. How could they tolerate the provocation of this group of 'captives'.
"Everyone is here, raise the muzzle to 45 degrees... shoot!"
