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Chapter 90 - Spencer's Bead Gun
”Eight …” Weren't you very arrogant just now? Didn't you want to kill me? Was the Bladeless Blade that knew the new Yin Liu really that powerful? ”I do not care how great your reputation is on the Japanese island, you do not have the qualifications to act so arrogantly in that domineering place …”
E Balang held a short gun in his hand, the ammunition inside had long been installed, this was his life saving technique. E Balang was a rascal in nature, he did not have the honor of being a warrior, as long as he could achieve his goal in his eyes.
”Come, come and hit me, I want to see if you are fast or not. This world is no longer the world of warriors, whoever has Gun s is the boss …” E Balang arrogantly used the gun in his left hand to slap his face, which meant, ”Please hit me.”
Just at this time, an extremely lazy voice came out from outside the casino. ”I never thought that you, the lower class nine, would actually have hidden firearms! Fuck or a front-loaded musket? Is this the style of Spain or the Portugal? ”
While they were talking, a handsome man in luxurious clothing walked in. Everyone could recognize him at a glance, isn't this Xiao Letian, the one who had been tricked on the dock? Why did he suddenly appear?
”Looking at the inscriptions on the lance, it has a bit of the scent of a Portugal. Your Japanese has been doing business with the Portuguese since the beginning, and it seems like you have been deeply influenced by the Portugal's culture … ”But let me tell you, playing with guns is no longer the style of the Portugal anymore. Brothers, let these bumpkins see our treasures …”
”Ah …” Xiao Letian shouted from behind him, following that, a group of soldiers holding Gun rushed in, with Luo Huo in the lead. There was the sound of a hammer being smashed, and the strange Gun aimed at the lackeys, suppressing them before they could even shoot.
E Balang and his men only had around 10 guns, they were all hundred-year-old antiques, this kind of musket was a product of the Napoleon era, after launching it, they would need to clear the gun barrel with a piece, then pour in the gunpowder, then use a piece to compress the gunpowder, and finally stuffed the bullet in again, and then use a piece to compress the powder.
He had to use a complete rifle three times. This kind of old weapon was unable to keep up with the trend of the times. They could only look at Xiao Letian's side. Although no one knew the name of the fire spear in their hands, they could tell that it was extremely terrifying just by looking at its strange appearance.
”Do you understand? I'll teach you a good lesson today. This is a famous American gun, called the Spencer's Bead Rifle. ”After loading ammunition, bullets are completely customized bullets. There are at most seven bullets hidden in the rifle's butt. With the spring's power, one of them can be loaded and then another can be loaded …”
Xiao Letian did not care whether these people could understand him or not. Carnegie blushed a little and tugged at his sleeve. ”Are you playing the lute to a cow? Isn't it a Chinese saying that you can't play the lute to a cow?”
Xiao Letian held in his anger for a while, and in the end, glared fiercely at E Balang. ”Damn it, even if I told you, you guys wouldn't understand.
The difference between a reloaded gun and a reloaded gun was completely like that of an entire era. Xiao Letian knew that as long as he gave the order, it would not even take a minute for the locals in casino to die. In such a short distance, with Spencer's continuous fire attacks, wouldn't he be able to turn them into a sieve?
Just as he was hesitating whether he should cut the grass and cut the roots, a disheveled woman rushed in from outside. She knelt in front of Xiao Letian and begged in Chinese, ”Esteemed guest elder, I beg you, please save us siblings … E Balang stole the silver coins that you bestowed to me, I was prepared to ransom my brother … ”
After talking for a long time, Xiao Letian finally understood what happened to Qian Xia. At that time, he was extremely angry, ”Damn, you actually dared to take my reward money, you really don't want to live …” Xiao Letian took out the Colt from his bosom and shot it three times at the ceiling.
”You pig, return the money to Qian Xia and take out the IOU. It's really the opposite of you …” The three gunshots scared the group of people and made them shiver. However, no one dared to shoot. Putting aside the fact that they didn't know much about technology, just the number of guns was enough to make them lose the upper hand.
The gunshot was the order, Luo Huo shouted loudly, ”Raise the gun by two fingers... ”Triple Shot …” As soon as he said that, the thirty Musketeers raised their guns and pulled the trigger.
In the gathering area of the Japanese, a wave of muffled thunder could be heard. The sound of 30 Spencer Fire Bursts could no longer be heard, and all they could hear was the sound of muffled thunder.
This was the Naha Harbor of 1865. The Minzhiweixin had not even started, and their ignorance was far greater than that of the commoners of Qing. After the thundering sound, everyone, including E Balang, laid on the ground. All of them were so scared that their heads were trembling, and they did not know what they were shouting.
”Launch...” ”Launch...” Luo Huo was excited as well. Previously, the musket team he led were all using birdguns produced by Qing Qing. They were the most primitive model used to store iron sand seed s. He actually used the most advanced after-wear rifle in the world at that time, causing all the Musketeers to forget themselves for a moment.
The Spencer, which had a standard ammunition capacity of seven rounds, had not yet been loaded, and the bullet was hidden in a tubular space on the butt of the rifle, propelled forward by the pressure of a spring. All the shooter had to do was load the gun in advance, then pull the hammer, aim, and pull the trigger... Just loop around like this.
With such a simple shooting pattern, the Stable Bombs were still powerful. They were so excited that they kept pulling the triggers and had long forgotten about the order to fire three rounds in a row. In the end, not even half a minute had passed and all seven bullets had been emptied.
Looking at the wooden wall across from him, it was riddled with holes. More than two hundred rounds of bullets had blown a huge sieve. A breeze blew across half the wall and the entire wall collapsed.