More than ten minutes later, Henry returned to the corner of the slope.
After dismounting, he put his horse back into his space, then exposed half his body from the corner, took out his "one-thousandth" Winchester Rifle, and fired twelve shots, extinguishing the 12 gas lamps hanging on wooden poles on both sides of the road.
Henry then walked down the slope for about ten meters, and as he passed ten corpses, he put them and the rifles lying beside them into his space.
At this moment, a faint clamor came from the factory, whose gate was wide open.
In the darkness, Henry walked down about fifty meters along the far right side of the road, took out three granite stones from his space, and stacked them horizontally—this way, they wouldn't be unstable on the slope. Then, he half-squatted, reloaded his rifle, and began shooting at the 6 gas lamps near the factory entrance.
After 6 shots, all 6 lamps were extinguished; only the light inside the factory remained, all the outside lights had been shot out, and the sentries on the two high towers could only see about ten meters in front of the gate.
Henry waited for half a minute, only hearing loud shouts from inside the factory like "Don't shoot wildly, don't panic," and seeing no machine guns fire, he put away the granite stones and turned to sprint back up to the corner of the slope.
A few minutes later, Henry rushed up, placed a vertical granite stone, then hid at the edge of the corner, quietly waiting while reloading the two "one-thousandth" rifles he had just used.
At this time, Commander Tom in the factory quietly instructed 36 cavalrymen, then had guards climb the high towers to relay orders to the machine gunners above.
One minute passed.
"Bang!" A red signal flare rose, illuminating several hundred meters, as bright as day.
At the same time, 36 cavalrymen and two German Shepherds rushed out from the factory in groups of 6, and the two machine gun teams on the high towers also searched for enemies in the surroundings.
Henry knew there was a problem.
The factory not closing its gate late at night clearly indicated an intention to launch a surprise attack or ambush enemies.
If Henry had run towards the factory just now, he would have been surrounded by the enemy at this moment.
Now, of course, it was different. Henry flashed out, hid behind the granite stone on the slope, raised his rifle, and began shooting at the rushing cavalrymen.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Every shot Henry fired hit a knight, causing him to fall from his horse.
His upgraded super vision and dynamic vision made his marksmanship even more precise.
The remaining 34 knights and the German Shepherds quickly located the enemy and charged up the slope.
Immediately following, 60 more knights swarmed out from inside the factory, charging madly.
"Da-ta-ta!"
On the guard towers near the entrance, machine guns furiously spit fire.
Henry stood firm, shooting steadily.
He then fired 27 shots, felling 27 knights, leaving 7 knights and two dogs who charged within 50 meters of him, their faces contorted with a ferocious anger as if they wanted to devour someone.
At this point, out of fear of accidental injury, the machine guns stopped firing.
Henry instantly switched to two double-action revolvers and began shooting.
"Bang, bang, bang!" In 1 second, the two handguns spat out 12 bullets, causing all 7 people and 2 dogs to be hit and fall.
The leading guard and the two dogs each took two shots.
The leading guard fell about 30 meters from Henry, while the vanguard of the 60 knights behind them was already within 100 meters, arriving in about 5 seconds!
Henry took out a 5-pound satchel charge, activated its 3-second delay electric detonator, and threw it over the cavalry formation, then took out another satchel charge and threw it onto the ground thirty meters away.
He then took out two double-action revolvers and shot at the cavalry vanguard that had entered the 50-meter range.
Another 12 bullets were fired in 1 second, bringing down all 12 cavalrymen who had charged within 30 meters.
Another flare slowly rose into the sky.
At the same time, two explosions rang out in succession.
The shockwave that exploded above the cavalry instantly harvested lives within a 5-meter radius, and those within 10 meters were severely wounded.
The shockwave from the explosion on the ground injured and broke the legs of horses within a 10-meter radius, causing them to lose balance and throw their riders to the ground.
These two bombs severely impeded the charge of the cavalry behind, and six cavalrymen collided with each other.
Henry instantly switched to two new double-action revolvers, prioritizing shooting the cavalry who were less affected by the shock within the 50-meter effective range.
Three or four seconds later, Henry fired 3 rounds of 36 handgun bullets, precisely harvesting 36 heads within range.
Only the last 8 cavalrymen were still struggling to control their warhorses, which were rearing up and neighing.
Henry immediately switched to his Winchester Rifle and continued to harvest.
A few seconds later, the 8 remaining cavalrymen were hit and all fell.
And Henry quickly hid behind the corner, letting the granite stone be riddled with bullets from the machine gun that had resumed firing, sending stone fragments flying.
Another 15 seconds later, the flare extinguished, and the roar of the machine gun reluctantly stopped.
Even though he was hiding behind thick granite stones, Henry's upper body was hit 9 times by the 34 cavalrymen and swept 3 times by machine gun bullets, causing 3 green bead empty shells and 9 white empty shells to silently dissipate.
The latter 60 cavalrymen hit Henry 18 times, causing another 18 white beads to dissipate.
The machine gun's firepower was simply too fierce, and the 34 cavalrymen behind charged too close and had excellent marksmanship.
The latter 60 cavalrymen combined probably fired three or four hundred shots.
More than ten seconds later, the second flare extinguished.
On the slope, apart from occasional faint groans, no one could move.
Tom and Fabio in the factory felt a chill in their hearts.
Tom was like a gambler who, in a moment of impulse, had bet all his chips and lost everything; his bloodshot eyes stared helplessly, but he could think of nothing.
This time, he saw clearly: only one person acted, yet he managed to fend off a short-distance charge by over a hundred cavalrymen.
The small slope of about 350 meters had become a meat grinder!
The opponent was a devil! Absolutely not human!
This thought flashed through Tom's mind, and it grew stronger and stronger.
As long as Henry was prepared, he wasn't afraid of the opponent's charge at all.
He regretted in his heart that if only he had a Maxim machine gun that one person could barely use, he wouldn't need such precise calculations; a direct, passionate shootout could quickly eliminate the opponent.
Tom ordered the remaining ten guards to quickly close the factory gate tightly.
He now only had these ten guards and two machine gun teams of 5 each on the two watchtowers. He could only hope that the opponent would be wary of the machine guns and find them unmanageable.
At this moment, if there were a regret pill, Tom felt he would want ten doses.
How could he have been so foolish as to insist on sending troops to pursue the opponent?
It was just because of the sentinel's earliest words: "Only one person!"
How could one person dare to provoke so many elite soldiers and strong generals, and even kill more than a dozen guards early on, without making people furious?
Tom felt he had truly seen a ghost; none of this made any sense!
Fabio thought Tom was a good-for-nothing!
And he kept bragging about how mighty and popular he used to be, getting baited once wasn't enough, he had to send people a second time!
Utterly incompetent, harming himself and others!
What now?
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