Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 71

In the middle of the night, although the moonlight is very bright, it cannot illuminate the whole earth.

In the dark night, even with the bright moonlight, things in the distance are still gray.

Therefore, the accuracy of these soldiers is far from that of the day.

Out of ten bullets, at least half will miss.But even so, they still beat the Tartars to the ground.

Soldiers in this era, especially at the end of the dynasty, had insufficient food intake and long-term lack of vitamins, which caused most soldiers in this era to suffer from night blindness.

Although Zhao Wen was very kind to his soldiers and had a sufficient supply of vegetables every day, this night blindness could not be cured overnight.

Among Zhao Wen's soldiers, there are still some who have not completely cured their night blindness.

Although not all of them were cured, it did not cause any major impact.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tartars who were still charging forward and still not retreating, and immediately shouted: "Give me a Type 56 light machine gun to serve me. I want to see how hard their heads are."

Zhao Wen looked at the snowflake-splattered Tartars in front of him, with fierce eyes dancing in his eyes.

Since you want to fight me to the death, let me see today whether it is your brains or my machine gun.

The middle-aged man in charge of transporting grain and grass was attracted by the sudden gunshots, and stood stealthily not far away, looking at everything in front of him.

He covered his mouth in horror, "This, this, how is this possible? How can there be such a terrifying weapon in the world? How is this possible?"

His body was shaking non-stop, like chaff sifting.

He pointed ahead, terrified.

He didn't believe those rumors until now.Without seeing it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that there is such a powerful firearm in this world.

This is not like what the world can have, it should be a firearm used by gods.

If the Ming army in Liaodong had this kind of weapon, what would have happened?

Does Nurhachi still dare to rebel?Dare to publish the Seven Great Hate?

It is estimated that Nurhachi had given up the idea of ​​rebellion long ago, and continued to be his Jianzhou Guard commander honestly.

"No, I must report this news to Da Khan as soon as possible." The middle-aged man hurried back to the motorcade, hurriedly found a few cronies, and took advantage of the night to rush away with his handwritten letter.

If this person can't be won over, he will definitely be the enemy when he enters the customs profusely in the future.

Song Hu took the Type 56 light machine gun from the soldier, opened the safety directly, pulled the trigger, pointed it forward, and fired.

For a moment, the muzzle of the Type 56 light machine gun spewed out orange-red flames and kept shaking.

Fortunately, Song Hu was tall and powerful, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to control the powerful recoil of the Type 56 light machine gun.

The bullets in the magazine disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bullets of the Type 56 light machine gun shot towards the tartar at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

The moment he came into contact with the Tartars, he tore off the armor on the Tartars, pierced through their flesh, directly through their chests, and punched a big hole the size of a bowl in the back.

After being reinforced by the rifling, the constantly rotating bullets crushed the internal organs and brought them out of the body.

Those Tartars who were shot fell off their horses without even wailing, turning into a cold corpse.

The war horses under the tartar's crotch were also stunned by this blow for an instant. Countless horses stood up, pulsating and galloping backwards in place.

The Tartar in iron armor quickly retracted his body, his legs were tightly clamped on the horse's back, and he hung upside down under the horse's belly, allowing the horse to gallop around.

For a while, the Tartars' assault formation was beaten to pieces by Zhao Wen.

It took only a few dozen breaths to fight back and forth, but more than 150 people were directly killed.

There were only thirty or forty Tartars running away in panic.

Zhao Wen looked at the fleeing Tartars and shouted loudly: "Stop shooting and clean up the battlefield. Cut off the heads of those Tartars that are still intact. I will be of great use. As for the horse corpses, any edible Take it away for me, and throw the uneatable ones where they are."

In the middle of the night, Zhao Wen didn't want the soldiers to go after him.

Is it so easy to chase a tartar who wants to run for his life?Besides, my side is basically infantry. How can two legs chase four legs at night?

It's better to let them go, after all, these Tartars are already terrified, and they can't pose much threat.

Zhao Wen gave an order, and the soldiers hurriedly put away the 56 and a half, pulled out the Yanling Saber on their waists, and rushed towards the distance.

Half an hour later, Zhao Daniu ran back with his soldiers covered in blood.

With three heads hanging from his waist, Zhao Daniu shouted excitedly at Zhao Wen: "My lord, I chopped off three heads!"

Zhao Daniu wiped the blood from his face, put the Yanling knife back into the sheath around his waist, patted the heads of the Tartars on his waist, and said: "My lord, you should reward these three heads of Tartars well. me."

Zhao Wen looked at Zhao Daniu's look of being a money fan, and said with a smile: "I reward you, I reward you, every day, I fell into the eyes of money."

Zhao Wen patted Zhao Daniu's shoulder with a smile, and smiled appreciatively.

Regarding things like cleaning the battlefield, Zhao Wen was still very relieved of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu.

Just when Zhao Wen was about to return to the big tent, Li Xiaosan ran over excitedly.

I saw him holding a head with only half of his head in his hand, and rushed to Zhao Wen excitedly.

"My lord, look, this is the head of a Tartar that I chopped off. Isn't it great?" Li Xiaosan said with a stinking face and Zhao Wen kept laughing.

Zhao Daniu looked at Li Xiaosan's stinky fart, and kicked him directly on the buttocks, "What's so great, this half-pull of the head is not considered military merit, even if you grab military merit."

Unconvinced, Li Xiaosan rolled his eyes at Zhao Daniu, covered his buttocks, and yelled loudly: "What do you know, if it weren't for my short legs and slow running, I would definitely be able to chop off seven or eight heads. Unlike you , such a big man, only cut three, it's really not shameful enough."

Song Hu stood aside, listening to Li Xiaosan's words, coughed in embarrassment, "I said, let's pack up quickly and go to sleep first, it will be dawn in two or three hours. Don't sleep , how to hurry tomorrow?"

Can Song Hu not be embarrassed?At this moment, he didn't even have a fart in his hands.

He looked at the soldiers who were beheading their heads on the ground with waist knives, and he wanted to go too.But after thinking about it, I am already the general flag, how can I fight against the soldiers as heartlessly as Zhao Daniu?
So, Song Hu watched helplessly as his subordinates swung the waist knives in their hands and chopped off the tartar's head, but he remained indifferent.

The soldiers who came back from cleaning the battlefield were beaming with the heads of Tartars hanging from their waists.

Of course, there were those who didn't grab the heads of the Tartars.After all, under such intensive firepower, there are still too few complete heads left.There are only about sixty of them.

Some soldiers had two or three hanging around their waists, while others had none.

Fortunately, the military discipline of the team was strict, and no head snatching happened.

If this happened to the frontier soldiers in other parts, I don't know what will happen.

Zhao Wen looked at these soldiers and asked them to bury the heads in place, leave a mark, and dig them out when they returned.

After all, it's not convenient if you take your head on the road.

After Zhao Wen arranged everything, he said a few words of encouragement to the soldiers, and Zhao Wen returned to the big tent.

Not long after sitting down, the middle-aged man ran in stealthily.

"The villain Fan San has met the great general." The middle-aged man hastily saluted Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen looked at Fan San and said with a smile: "Get up, I have already beaten the intruder away. You don't have to worry anymore."

"The villain thanks the lord!"

Fan San saluted Zhao Wen again and stood up from the ground.

Sitting in the center of the big tent, Zhao Wen looked at Fan San and asked, "Your surname is Fan? Then what is your relationship with the Shanxi merchant Fan's family?"

"The small one has nothing to do with the Shanxi merchant Fan's family. The small one is Fan Wencheng's family in Liaodong. (Family here refers to family members who have children.)"

"Fan Wencheng?" Zhao Wen looked at Fan San in surprise.

How could Zhao Wen not be surprised by the most famous big traitor in history, Fan Wencheng, who was a traitor and a man who wanted to be honored?

(End of this chapter)