The smoke from the muzzle was dissipating.
The black slave fell in response, not even uttering a sound, directly shot dead.
Lin Baici stood still, watching the other black slaves rushing up, with a calm expression, covered the barrel with his left forearm, pressed downwards to open the ammunition chamber, then calmly took two rounds from the bullet strap and stuffed them in, followed by a flick of his right wrist...
Click!
The barrel returned to position, loaded!
Lin Baici supported the forearm with his left hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger!
BANG!
The head of the fastest charging black slave exploded like a watermelon crushed by a truck.
The headless corpse, in cotton shorts, stumbled forward a few steps due to inertia before falling to the ground.
BANG!
Lin Baici killed another!
Then continued to reload.
BANG BANG!
The black slaves with guns returned fire; these people were evidently trained, although using matchlock guns, their shooting speed wasn't slow.
