The situation suddenly reached a stalemate. The other party seemed to have no good solution to the carriage of a carriage, and did not want to waste arrows, so no more arrows came.
Weiss also lost his voice after reminding Tang Mo Roger. He was probably hiding in the dark and observing everything around him.
From time to time, strange sounds of insects could be heard, and the howls of wild beasts could even be vaguely heard in the distance. The forest is not silent at night. On the contrary, it is noisier and more prosperous than during the day.
In this way, time passed by, and after loading another rifle, Old Roger also found a suitable angle to help Tang Mo guard the other side of the carriage.
"Wes?" Tang Mo seemed to see a vague figure on the edge of the light. He shouted. He didn't know whether he was confirming friends or foes or simply calling his companions.
Soon, the ugly face of the first man carrying an ax broke out of the darkness, and he rushed straight towards Tang Mo, already shouting to increase his momentum.
Tang Mo kicked open the door panel of the carriage with his foot, slightly adjusted the position of the gun muzzle, and aimed it at the target. Because the two gas lamps are on the outside of the carriage, the inside of the carriage is not very realistic from the outside.
The man who was charging forward with the ax above his head saw that the carriage door suddenly opened, and the arrows stuck on it were even broken, and his feet were obviously sluggish for a moment.
Then, he saw a flash of fire in front of his eyes, and a crisp gunshot sounded in his ears. He could feel his chest being hammered by something, and then his feet lost strength and mixed together, and his body fell forward involuntarily.
Tang Mo, who had shot the target, threw the rifle behind him, and then picked up the second rifle from a convenient position.
"Bang!" A second gunshot rang out outside the carriage. I don't know if it was Weiss who fired the gun, or if the gangster also had a firearm.
"Ah!" The second bandit rushed out of the darkness, holding a tattered long sword in his hand. He also wore an iron helmet on his head, but there was no armor on his body.
"Bang!" Tang Mo was not polite to him and aimed at him and pulled the trigger again. A bullet flew out of the gun, and the roar of the man in the helmet suddenly turned into a scream, and then, like the first idiot, he fell in front of the carriage.
As soon as Tang Mo stretched out his hand, Old Roger handed him the specially carved K1 rifle that was intended to be displayed to Count Fischereau.
The next second, Tang Mo prepared his shooting posture for the third time, and continued to watch the darkness not far away vigilantly through the white smoke billowing in the light.
Unknowingly, those hair-raising insects and low roars of wild beasts could no longer be heard, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
"Hmm..." Outside the carriage, a muffled groan came from the silence. Tang Mo even heard the faint sound of the sword piercing the body and hitting the bones.
I don’t know if Weiss was killed by someone else, or if he killed another bandit who was trying to retreat. In short, after the rustling sound passed, there was no sound behind him.
It is actually incorrect to say that there was no sound, because Old Roger, who had been watching the other side behind him, was trying hard to stuff a paper-cased fixed-loading bullet into the barrel of the gun with nervous hands.
"They're reloading! Rush!" A voice shouted loudly in the forest, obviously the leader of this group of thieves.
As he shouted loudly, another person came closer with a long sword, but this time he did not shout or run, but approached cautiously.
Of course Tang Mo didn't give him any chance, he aimed directly and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed in the jungle, making the whole night even more silent and terrifying. It seemed that the entire forest was shouting, and the sound of gunshots echoed back and forth, gradually becoming blurry and distant.
Tang Mo handed the fired rifle to Old Roger again, but the other man failed to load the first rifle because he was nervous.
If measured by the reloading speed of a well-trained soldier, Old Roger's reloading speed is too slow. This caused interruptions in the firepower that should have been continuous.
Tang Mo, who knew that he had no need to worry about having no firewood to burn the mountains, knew that this was no longer the time to hide any trump cards. So he threw away the K1 gun and pulled out the secret weapon he kept from his waist - the only revolver in the world.
Although it is only a flash cap revolver, and although it only has six rounds of ammunition, in this era, there is no more ferocious close combat firepower than it.
This is his greatest reliance and a trustworthy weapon. Tang Mo felt that after all six bullets in his pistol were used up, Roger should have at least loaded three fast guns.
By that time, he can still shoot three more times! Including the three previous shots and one shot probably fired by Weiss, continuous shooting can kill at least 13 bandits. Even judging from the escort situation of a caravan, this is already a very powerful firepower that the bandits are not willing to provoke.
Moreover, even in this era, it is absolutely rare for a bandit gang to have 13 people. Even if there are twenty people on the other side, after half of their accomplices are killed in a row, it is more likely that they will choose to escape immediately.
Troops that refused to retreat even after losing a third of them were already known as iron troops these days. How could the bandits have the discipline to still fight to the death despite losing more than half of them?
The only thing to blame is that these poor bandits chose to attack at night. The fighting distance between the two sides was extremely close, so the accuracy of the muskets was guaranteed. If you fight at a distance, today's firearms can hit once in ten shots, which can be very incense.
While Tang Mo was thinking about this, the bandit over there made another move. Maybe they were going crazy from hunger, or maybe they were sure that Tang Mo and the others would not be able to prepare so many muskets, so two more people rushed out brandishing weapons.
Tang Mo was not polite either. This time, because he had a relatively short revolver in his hand, he had more room to move.
But it wasn't without its disadvantages, because three consecutive shots were fired in front of him, and the diffuse smoke began to obscure his vision a little.
There was no way, gunpowder in this era was so deceptive, so Tang Mo had made up his mind that if he could get out alive this time, he must first develop smokeless gunpowder technology.
He squinted his eyes and saw two bandits rushing over through the white smoke that smelled of sulfur. Both of them were very tall, and they seemed to be intending to take advantage of the diffuse smoke. They silently rushed over with weapons in hand.
"Bang!" A clear gunshot echoed in the forest again. From the gap in the rear sight where Tang Mo was aiming, he saw the man under the muzzle of his gun falling down, clutching his chest.
When he aimed at the bandit on the other side, he saw Weiss holding a bloody sword and killing him from the side.
His movements were very agile, and his long sword was like a snake spitting messages. He succeeded in sneaking a blow and cut the bandit's arm.
And the bandit, relying on his ferocious energy, actually waved the long sword in his hand, and forced back Weiss who wanted to entangle him.
As a result, at the moment when Weiss retreated, the musket in Tang Mo's hand fired again, and a bullet accidentally hit the strong man's neck.
Immediately, blood spattered, and the man's artery was punctured. He covered the hole in his neck with his hands, but found that he could not stop the gushing blood.
He wanted to speak but could only vomit blood. When he turned around to look at Tang Mo, his whole body had collapsed involuntarily.
Just now in the dark, Weiss watched Tang Mo fire a short gun in his hand. He expected that Tang Mo had no chance to reload, so he showed up to fight hand to hand and stopped the strong man from getting close to the carriage.
But he never expected that Tang Mo would actually hide a second pistol! After the second shot, he froze, seemingly reassessing the danger of the young man in the carriage.
How could an inexperienced weapons workshop owner hide two pistols on his person when he went out? When he got on the carriage, he looked at it. Judging from the bloated size, it seemed that Tang Mo should have a pistol on his waist, but he did not guess that Tang Mo actually had another pistol hidden on his body!
Of course he could not have guessed that Tang Mo had a musket in his hand that could be fired continuously. Because although he is a master, he cannot subvert his own experience.
While he was stunned, a bandit hiding in the darkness approached him with a long sword, wanting to kill the fat sheep in the periphery with a sneak attack.
Tang Mo waved away most of the smoke in front of his eyes, just in time to see everything clearly. He decisively picked up his pistol again, pointed it at Wes' side, and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!" The gunshot sounded like a heavy cannon, hitting Wes's mind. He watched helplessly as the pistol in Tang Mo's hand was fired twice in a row!
As the gunfire reverberated, the bandit who wanted to sneak attack paused for a moment as if he had been electrocuted, and then he hunched over and fell down with a groan.
At this time, six gunshots were heard in the woods. No matter how dull this group of bandits was, they still sensed that something was wrong.
Another bandit who did not believe in evil rushed out of the bushes on the side of the road. Then, while Weiss was stunned, Tang Mo fired another shot - this shot was smooth and coherent, without even making preparations.
The unbelieving guy staggered two steps, dropped the weapon in his hand, knelt on the ground, curled up and groaned.
Obviously this shot did not hit his vitals, but it also completely disabled him from causing trouble again.
The whole thing had obviously gone beyond the bandits' robbery plan, and the continuous sound of gunfire seemed out of place and weird in this era.
Who would have thought? The actual battle of the world's first revolver will take place in such an unknown forest, in such a dark midnight...
----------
The book has been signed, please recommend votes, monthly tickets, rewards... Well, shamelessly ask for it, wallow in cuteness...
