The Myths and Legends Never Bragged This Much

A minute and a half passed quickly. "Brrrrr..." At the window on the third floor of the Red Building, the Gatling's gunfire continued to ring out. In that brief minute and a half, nearly twenty thousand bullets poured out. The spent shells, falling like water, had already submerged Wang Han's calves. On the plaza, the Scum Soldiers' corpses had piled up layer upon layer, one atop another. Their number had already exceeded four hundred.