Scorpion of the Red Sand

"Rat-a-tat-tat...!" Gunfire erupted like a string of firecrackers. Under Yueguang Han's control, ten bullet-shaped streams of fire shot toward the charging herd of oxen and horses like a torrential downpour. The 20-millimeter rotary guns easily fired upon the wave-like targets two thousand meters away. In the distance, the oxen and horses charging wildly forward kept falling. Their bodies were riddled with blood holes the size of soccer balls, and even washbasins. Many were blown apart directly by the bullets.