Li Dingguo took a breath and did not speak.

He understood the feeling of the vomiting soldier. In the hands of the machine gunners, 130 bullets were fired in one minute, and the Indian coalition forces on the opposite side were so dense that the bullets could hit the target even if they were fired indiscriminately. As the enemy got closer to the infantry fighting vehicles, the machine gunners got more and more hits.

For a machine gunner on an infantry fighting vehicle, almost every second, he had to kill a person with his own hands.

What is the concept of killing a living person in a second? It takes seventeen or eight years for a man to grow up and take up arms on the battlefield, which requires the nurturing of his parents and the teaching of his division commander. From a croaking baby boy to a warrior sprinting on the battlefield, I don't know how many hardships it takes?

The laughter of frolicking in the countryside, the appearance of fluttering by the river, the throbbing of seeing the opposite sex of one's favorite, and every training with a weapon wielding is a precious memory for a person.

But the difficult experience of more than ten or even twenty years ended in just a second in front of the Gatling gun.

Life, in the face of epoch-making weapons, is just a worthless number.

The machine gunner had been strafing for half a minute, and had already killed more than twenty people. Even the butcher in the bazaar has never been so efficient in killing pigs and sheep, how can a machine gunner who has not killed several people not vomit?

However, Li Dingguo was worried at this time that the machine gunner would come out and vomit and delay the battle.

After all, the Indian coalition forces were too numerous, and Li Dingguo didn't want to see any Gatling guns stop firing and give the enemy a chance to charge the infantry chariots.

Li Dingguo pointed to Li Laosi and pointed out the location of the vomit machine gunner.

Li Laosi frowned. With a wave of his hand, he let the trumpeter blow the morale-boosting horn.

The machine gunner, who was vomiting on the side of the chariot, suddenly heard the sound of the horn, was stunned, quickly wiped his mouth and got back into the chariot. Even if you spit out your intestines, you have to carry out orders on the battlefield. Soon, the machine gun on this combat vehicle erupted again.

The soldiers of the Indian coalition army were strafed by machine gun fire for half a minute, and they were already suffering heavy losses.

The Indian soldiers were a little stunned, and after dozens of seconds of strafing, the soldiers who were screaming and rushing up just now all had a panicked expression. This epoch-making massacre is something that no one has ever seen, and the shock to the slaughtered people is indescribable. The faces of the Central Asians on the other side widened their eyes, and the pace of the charge was much slower.

The incomprehensible roars of the Central Asians on the battlefield were much weaker, and the rattling of machine guns was even more harsh.

Boss Wei stuck out his head again and looked at the situation on the other side of the battlefield. He peeked out half of his eyes from behind the chariot to minimize the possibility of being shot by the Indian coalition soldiers.

He saw a tall officer in the Indian coalition army, with his scimitar held aloft, roaring loudly at the front of the battlefield to boost morale.

The officer was dressed in elaborate Persian plate armor. Although the armor of the Persians is not known in history, in fact Persia in the seventeenth century had armor-making techniques that were not inferior to those of Europe. Because of the slow development of firearms in Central Asia, Persian steel armor in the seventeenth century reached its peak in the history of armor.

The helmet on the head of this Central Asian officer is called the Turban, and the armor on his body is typical of jashan armor - the bottom layer of the body is leather armor, and the outer layer of leather armor is an iron plate armor. The joints of the plate armor are made up of chain mail, but they are protected by hard iron plates on the chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs. On the left chest there is a very heavy round heart guard.

However, these hard protections could only withstand swords, and were just a joke in the face of the large-caliber Gatling guns of the nineteenth century.

The morale-boosting officer immediately attracted the attention of a machine gun, and the fire-breathing Gatling aimed at him. Boss Wei only saw that blood suddenly splattered around this officer.

The machine gun, which strafed at a distance of more than 100 meters, did not hit the officer at first, but killed other Central Asian soldiers next to the officer.

To the left of the officer, a thin soldier with a white turban was hit by a bullet in the face, and in an instant a flower bloomed on his face, and he fell to the ground without saying a word. Next to the emaciated soldier, a Persian soldier who was about to raise his gun suddenly fell forward with a shudder, and was hit in succession under the right ribs and lower abdomen, spurting scarlet blood.

To the right of the officer, a soldier holding a Persian flag suddenly shook his forearm, and his entire right wrist was hit by two consecutive bullets, which were broken alive, leaving only a bit of flesh and skin.

The machine-gun bullets that swept around the Persian officers shot out of the soldiers' bodies with an unknown amount of blood. In just seven or eight seconds, six or seven Persian soldiers were killed by machine guns aimed at Persian officers. In Boss Wei's field of vision, it was like a huge blood-colored flower blooming around the Persian officer.

The soldiers around the Persian officer were all panicked and did not dare to rush any further. Quite a few people were lying on the ground, trying to reduce the probability of being hit by machine gun fire in a prostrate position.

The roaring Persian officer had a look of fear on his face. However, as a Central Asian nobleman, he did not fall to the ground at the moment of the charge.

Then, strafing machine guns hit him.

Four 9.6mm machine gun bullets struck the Persian officer in succession, sending sparks flying on the Persian plate armor. Even the heavy goggles could not protect against the copper conical bullets in the metal case, and as the metal sparks shot out bright red blood, four blood holes opened in the Persian officer's chest and stomach in an instant.

The Persian officer glared at his fleshy belly, and his body went limp, and he collapsed on the steppe.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Indian coalition army fell to the ground one by one as if they had touched the weeds of a lawnmower.

On the hill, two tears flowed from Abbas II's blood-red eyes.

The Gatling guns fired only for a minute, but this minute was so long for the Persian emperor.

In just one minute, the dream of a Safavid expansion to an unprecedented level with Persia ruling the whole of India seemed to be shattered.

Where is that fire-breathing Gatling gun? It was simply a murder weapon in the world that specialized in killing.

Abbas II stared at the situation on the battlefield, and the whole person had lost his bearings.

At this time, the fire of the Gatling guns was too fierce, and the strafing of 600 guns completely dominated the battlefield. The Indian coalition forces on the battlefield could not rush forward, but they could not retreat. Because the defensive circle composed of more than 100,000 shock chariots has lost its formation. As soon as they withdrew at this time, these hundreds of thousands of people were defeated.

But it could not be withdrawn, and Abbas II could not find a way to approach the infantry fighting vehicles.

On the battlefield, Gatling is harvesting lives at a speed far ahead of his time. In just one minute, the 170,000 Indian coalition troops had already fallen in front of the Gatling guns, and more than 20,000 had fallen, and the morale of the Indian coalition army was already shaky.

Obviously, the result of this fight is defeat.

Abbas II's body trembled violently, and he looked at the battlefield in the distance with his binoculars, unable to do anything.