After these matters had been explained, waves of uninterrupted gunfire rang out from the various target ranges in the military camp, especially from the machine-gun range.
The rattatata of automatic fire immediately drew over many soldiers, and most of them were utterly stunned.
"What kind of gunfire is that? It's all connected together! I can't even count the shots. That rate of fire is incredible!"
"It sounds like it's called a General Purpose Machine Gun."
"Come on, let's go take a look."
"Wow! This machine gun is way too powerful, isn't it? Look at those bullets—they're strung together! The moment the trigger is pulled, the gun just sucks them in, while the empty casings tumble out below with a clatter, like threshing wheat!"
"I really want to become a machine gunner. I just don't know how many of these guns they'll issue. They definitely won't give one to every man like a rifle, right? How many bullets would that waste?"
"I think so too. A gun this powerful would be lucky to have one per company, I'd guess. The entire Shence Guard only has nine companies, so that makes nine machine guns total."
"Forget it, forget it. After hearing you say that, I'm giving up right now. A military camp with more than two thousand six hundred men has only nine machine guns. There's no way one of them will ever reach my hands! I'm so jealous!"
Qu Bing, who was some distance away, heard the soldiers' discussion and began pondering as well. He had been thinking about the techniques for using machine guns, but had never considered how they should be issued or how to employ machine-gun-specific tactics. After all, the equipment had not even been issued yet—how could he know how to use it?
Thus, eager to learn,