Chapter 385 384. Gunfight
After learning what the dreamland he was pulled into was, Lan En decided to go to the hunter's workshop first.
First of all, it is very close to the chapel, so it is very convenient to go there.
Secondly, the old man who chatted with him in his dreams and even once tempted him to inject the blood of Yharnam into his body.
Lan En always felt that he was a difficult and dangerous guy.
At the end of the last dream, he couldn't remember what happened when he came out.
The more I can understand now, the more likely it will be smoother when I take action in the future.
Lane found the elevator on the side of Orton's chapel.
This kind of ladder that operates on a mechanism looks like a platform. As long as you step on the raised part in the middle of the platform, it will start automatically and lift the rider up.
Lan En climbed six or seven floors on the ladder, then walked down and saw that it was exactly level with the bottom of another tall tower.
The roof and the foundation are on the same plane, which can be said to be very characteristic of a mountain city.
There were a few mediocre lycanthropic patients along the way, and they hid in this tower when the night of the hunt began.
But this could not stop the spread of the plague. Without enough incense, they could not last long, and they all turned into long-haired humanoid beasts.
A few patients were armed with simple weapons such as sabers and pitchforks, and in the corners of the tower building, there were lycanthropic patients wearing top hats and holding rifles.
None of this is challenging.
Not to mention that they are unconscious now, even if they have clear intelligence, they are unlikely to cause too much trouble to Lan En.
The gap in basic quality can be made up by firepower, but a few single-shot rifles are not enough to suppress firepower.
Lan En used the Lake Lady's Sword and the small flying knife at his waist to easily deal with these lycanthropic patients, and then prepared to enter in the darkness of the tower.
But at this moment, a sound of shaking metal wheels came from the darkness in the tower.
The demon hunter's scalp suddenly tightened as he entered the door, and then he instinctively ducked out of the stone door frame without thinking!
The next moment - "Crash!"
The bullets like raindrops crackled on the wall of the tower, and the fragments of the mercury bullets and the broken wall fragments flew in all directions!
The corpses of lycanthropic patients on the ground that had been processed by Lan En suddenly seemed to have been brushed with an iron brush, and another layer of their bodies that were already thin due to the plague was shaved off!
"Hand-cranked Gatling. Tsk, it really fits the background of the times."
Standing outside the door frame, Lan En smacked his lips.
The prototype of the Gatling gun appeared in the mid-19th century, which is consistent with the Victorian-style architecture of Yharnam.
This was originally invented by a doctor in order to cause a large number of casualties in an instant on the battlefield, so as to make the enemy surrender in fear and reduce the overall casualties of the war.
But the doctor is not a sociologist after all. He doesn’t know that for a normal country or force, after being suddenly stunned by a new technology, what they think about is definitely not ‘no more resistance’.
But 'what you have, I will have too'.
New technology can gain advantages in a single battle, but in a larger field, it has limited effect.
As a result, an invention that was supposed to reduce battlefield casualties instead opened up innovative competition in the field of firearms.
It’s just that Lan En has never seen a weapon of this level in Yanan, so he didn’t put it into the tactical plan at all.
But faced with the unexpected ferocious firepower, the young man did not panic, nor did he instinctively have shortness of breath or random thoughts.
On the contrary, his eyes were rational and calm, as if he had seen more ferocious bullets and bullets and knew how to deal with this situation.
The Space Marines are the fortified soldiers of the interstellar age. The superb swordsmanship of the Emperor's Children is just a habit and tendency within the Legion.
As a group of Space Marines, they are also top-notch in gunfights.
Lan En pulled the corpse of a lycanthropic patient from the ground beside him and threw it directly from one side of the door to the other.
As expected, the hand-operated Gatling in the room followed the corpse crossing the door and swept over. The corpse was blown into a rag doll by a series of mercury bullets. The patient controlling the machine gun realized that he had been shaken in less than a second.
Then the scorching gun line was pulled to Lan En's side again, with an aura that seemed to penetrate the wall of the tower directly.
The gap between them was less than half a second, but for Lan En, this was already a large enough tactical gap.
An alchemy bomb that had been prepared long ago was sent back into the gate by Lan En during this gap.
The young man didn't even look back. He just counted silently and started to act without hesitation.
Almost at the same time as he set off, the alchemy bomb [Dancing Star] exploded with a dazzling white light inside the door.
The role of shock bombs in street gunfights is undoubted.
The moment before Lan En stuck the alchemy bomb and exploded, a trace of his clothes appeared from outside the door.
Sure enough, the gun line of the hand-operated Gatling swept past.
The gunman saw Lan En's clothes at the last moment before he was dazzled, and he would naturally think that the target had begun to sprint and change position.
But after the flash exploded, Lan En only exposed half of his body in the door frame, and his steps did not move at all.
A series of bullets from the hand-cranked Gatling wiped out the air around him.
The small flying knife prepared in his hand stabbed directly into the gunman's head with a whoosh.
The gunfire stopped.
The blessing of tactical thinking and tactical literacy allowed him to counterattack the opponent's fire suppression.
It was an old man in a wheelchair, and he had modified the hand-cranked Gatling into his wheelchair.
Lan En walked to the wheelchair, took off the heavy machine gun and looked at it for a while, but finally did not put it into his alchemy leather bag.
A hunter's pistol can be said to be an "unrealistically expensive toy" for warlocks in Margarita's hands. But if this thing appears on the battlefield, it is estimated that no generals and kings of any country can refuse it.
Lan En does not want to increase the intensity of war in the magical world to that point.
“This old man must have bled a lot to save these mercury bullets.”
Lan En clicked his tongue as he looked at the ammunition box the old man put on the wheelchair.
The quality of blood is not enough, the quantity of ammunition is needed.
During this long night, the old man's ammunition box was almost empty.
But the dawn that represented peace never came, until everyone here was infected with the beastly plague.
Lan En did not stay any longer, he began to explore under the foundation of the tower.
Most of the wooden beams and boardwalks inside the tower have decayed, which is consistent with Eileen's statement that the hunter's workshop has long been hidden and sealed.
If Lan En were an ordinary Yharnam hunter, he would probably risk breaking his legs by jumping down one by one on these beams.
But fortunately, the techniques learned from ninjas are very useful in current application scenarios.
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(End of this chapter)