The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 345
Tachi has no choice. When the domestic interest class has solidified, it means that the country is about to perish.

As a reformer, in addition to possessing wisdom, one must possess great strength.

If he wants to save the country by means of thunder, he must have military exploits and a powerful army.

Without these things, it is simply impossible to achieve it with empty teeth.

The sky became dark, and after the meal, clouds came from the sky.

The desert, which doesn't rain much, actually ushered in the rain.

Crackling, thunder roaring.

The heavy rain is like beans, falling from the sky.

The rain drenched on his body, bringing a lot of chill.

Tachi's clothes were all soaked by the rain, but he didn't care about it, instead he showed excitement.

"Hahaha, it's really raining, let the rain be more violent, more violent!"

He drew out the long sword at his waist, pointed at the sky, and shouted excitedly.

The heavier the rain, the better for them.

The heavy rain is set off, which can block people's sight.

The heavier the rain, the bigger the blocked view.

Advancing in heavy rain, the diffuse rain can provide sufficient protection for soldiers.

There is no need to be afraid of being shot and killed by the enemy while walking.

For them, it is indeed a good thing, but for Niu Ben and the others, it is a bad thing.

There is no rain in the desert, there is no soil, and there are no plants. Heavy rains often wash away the gravel and form torrents one after another.

The closer to the coast, the lower the terrain and the more vulnerable it is to flooding.

Although the rain is heavy now, it is not for a long time, and there is not much torrent on the ground.

It's just some small running water, spreading on the ground.

"God has no eyes, damn it, it's really raining!"

Standing on a small sand dune, Niu Ben holds up his binoculars and looks ahead.

As far as the eye can see, thin streams of water are rushing towards this side. If this continues, these torrents will converge.

The line of defense is located on high ground, but the bottom of these places is not thick rocks, but soft gravel.

Eroded by rainwater, it tends to gradually collapse.

Once the torrent is too large, it can cause great harm even without the enemy's hands.

In addition, they had not had enough food for several days, and the soldiers were cold and hungry, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

The food could only last for three days, but Zheng Zhilong's fleet was not seen for a long time, so they could only save money and only eat one meal a day.

Over the past few days, the soldiers are much tired.

"These grandsons will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity, they will definitely attack!" Niu Ben looked at the orderly wearing a raincoat behind him, and shouted: "Pass my order, pay attention to the enemy, today's weather, this group of people I will definitely not let it go, be careful."

Niu Ben and the others are all wearing heavy raincoats, which can keep out the rain and keep warm.

The soldiers squatted on the ground, holding up their guns and looking ahead.

To deal with the feudal army that was still in the era of cold weapons, there was no need for soldiers to dig trenches at all. They only needed to line up neatly to kill all the enemy troops.

The rain fell from the sky, clattering on the raincoat.

The soldiers remained motionless, letting the rain slide off them.

This is an elite team, which was personally selected by Sun Jie from the pro-guard army.

From Chang'an to here, it is more than tens of thousands of miles. If you don't have a strong will to fight, you may have died on the road long ago.

The environment is very difficult, but for them, it's just mediocre.

Hunger, also in the firm will to fight, was suppressed by them.

At this time, the only thing in my mind is how to kill the enemy.

In the heavy rain, the sky was foggy, making it difficult to see the road ahead, and the vision could only spread to a very close place, and the farther away was barren.

Niu Ben didn't dare to be sloppy for a moment, the telescope in his hand was almost in his eyes.

A drop of rainwater flowed into his eyes, and Niu Ben wiped it away.

When he picked up the binoculars again, a few small black spots suddenly appeared in the career.

"What is this? It wasn't there just now!"

Niu Ben instantly became vigilant and watched intently.

The black spot in the field of vision is getting bigger and bigger, and a clumsy catapult is slowly approaching here.

Around the catapult, surrounded by a large number of soldiers, they were drenched in the rain, pushing hard to this side.

After seeing the person coming, Niu Ben put down the binoculars in his hand, and shouted to the orderly behind him: "The enemy is coming, prepare to fight!"

Then he focused his attention on the catapult in front of him.

Catapult, this is a very traditional siege weapon.

After the firearms came out, they were gradually phased out.

But in this backward and perishing country, it is still the main battle force.

It is raining today, the artillery is difficult to use, and the fuze will be soaked by the rain, so Tuqi had to give up the artillery and get out this kind of catapult.

At this time, the catapult was less than two miles away from the line of defense. If it advanced a certain distance, it would enter the range of the catapult.

It was raining heavily today, and because he was not familiar with the terrain, in order to prevent accidents, Niu Ben did not send out Yebucollect.

In the heavy rain, with two legs and not familiar with the terrain, it is not very useful to send them out at night, and it is easy to cause losses.

The catapult came closer.

Niu Ben watched the catapult approaching helplessly.

"Fire, order the first line of defense to fire, and block it with all your strength!" Niu Ben shouted.

After receiving the order, the soldiers on the first line of defense quickly began to counterattack.

The soldiers pulled the bolts, aimed at the soldiers pushing the catapult ahead, and pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

The sound of gunfire roared, and the bullets flew out, breaking through the rain curtain and hitting the enemy.

Heavy rain has a great impact on the accuracy and lethality of firearms, but it cannot support the large number of soldiers.

If one bullet fails, then two bullets, and if two bullets fail, then three bullets. Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

The soldiers around the catapult were knocked to the ground, blood mixed with rainwater, flowing quietly on the ground.

The desert was dyed red.

The splashed blood mixed with the rain that was about to fall in mid-air, forming a blood rain.

A machine gunner named Chen Jun, with the help of the deputy shooter, completed the final preparations before firing.

Looking at the catapult ahead, he took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

The bullets whizzed out, and the tracer bullets carried light in midair, like a bright light, indicating the direction for the subsequent bullets to fall.

Even the rain curtain couldn't stop it.

The bullets fired by the machine gun, like the torrential rain in the sky, splashed forward.

Once involved, they all fell to the ground and howled, or died directly.

A soldier who was pushing a cart suddenly felt his chest stop, and he backed up uncontrollably.

There was a sudden chill in his chest, and then, a piercing pain hit him.

Before he could figure out what happened, he fell to the ground.

Just stuck the front wheel of the catapult and couldn't move forward.

"Move him, hurry up!"

The squad leader wiped the blood off his face indiscriminately, pointed at the corpse on the ground, and shouted.

Soldiers on the left and right rushed over and removed the bloody corpse.

Not long after moving out, a few more bullets flew in and hit them in the chest.

There were a few more corpses on the ground, and the blood became thicker.

Holding the knife in his hand, the team leader shouted forward, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

"Oh!"

A bullet flew and hit the knife in his hand.

Outdated smelting technology and outdated sabers, how can they resist fine steel bullets?
After a crisp sound, the knife snapped.

Before he could react, a high-speed bullet hit his neck.

A thick gash was torn open in an instant, and blood gushed out as if money was not needed.

Not long after, he fell to the ground and let the rain wash away.

The wooden catapult in front of him couldn't stop the machine gun fire at all.

Not long after, it was broken into parts and soaked in rainwater.

The wooden catapult parts, washed by the rain, drifted with the current.

And the squad leader was also shot in the head by a soldier.

The situation here quickly spread to Tachi.

But he didn't panic and remained calm.

From the beginning, he didn't think these catapults could play any role.

It is expected to be destroyed now.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for more rain.

Desert climates have a hard time getting rain, and when it does, it's downpours.

Tucci has been here for many years and is already familiar with these things.

The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the lightning became stronger.

The thunder across the sky is like a long sword used by a god, fierce and ruthless.

The rainwater gathers on the ground, gets bigger and bigger, and flows to the coast.

Mixed together, gradually gave birth to momentum.

The rain in the sky even formed a thick rain line, looking up from the ground, it was like countless iron chains falling from the sky.

The heavy rain continuously flows down from the face of the person. If there is no umbrella or something to cover the rain, it is like wearing a mask for the person.

It was this opportunity that Tucci had been waiting for.

"Order all the soldiers to attack and wipe out all these damned enemies in one fell swoop!"

Tachi looked at the adjutant behind him and roared loudly.

"God help me, such a heavy rain, if you can't even deal with these hateful orientals this time, what's the point of reviving the country?"

Tachi's eyes were full of excitement.

He didn't even let his subordinates hold an umbrella, standing in the rain, feeling the gift from heaven.

"Under this heavy rain, the terrifying firearms in the hands of the enemy will be greatly reduced. Relying on the superiority of numbers, it might not be possible to wipe out all these enemies.

What's more, our side has a high terrain, and the enemy's side has a low terrain. Under the erosion of rainwater, their defense line will also be destroyed. In this way, our advantage will be infinitely expanded!Hahaha! "

The more Tachi talked, the more excited he became, and finally he danced.

He jumped off the horse, and danced on the spot like a madman, congratulating the victory in advance.

He was thinking really well.

Under the cover of the heavy rain, the soldiers in his hands will launch the final charge with the momentum of Mount Tai, the soldiers all over the mountains and plains.

As he expected, he would definitely beat the enemy to pieces and piss the crap out of him.

Once these enemy troops are eliminated or defeated, his prestige will reach a very terrifying level.

At that time, leading the army to triumphantly, under the general situation, who else would dare to oppose him?

The rain became heavier, and ten thousand soldiers rushed forward, charging in ten phalanxes and steps.

In order to run faster in the rain, they even threw away the armor on their bodies, wearing only thin clothes and holding a weapon.

"Kill, kill!!!"

"Kill it, kill it!!!"

These soldiers shouted fanatical slogans, and even the heavy rain could not extinguish their inner fire.

These soldiers are recruits trained by Tachi. For a long time, they are well-fed and well-clothed. They are basically passionate youths in their 20s.

People in this age group, no matter what country or nationality they are from, have one thing in common, that is, they are prone to incitement.

At this time, these soldiers have been incited.

Hormone levels in their bodies are high, adrenaline rushing.

Even the heavy rain couldn't quench the blood in their bodies.

Some soldiers even took off their clothes, took only a weapon, and rushed forward in the rain.

Tachi stopped dancing, looked at the soldiers rushing past, and laughed wildly again.

……

The waves on the sea were rough, and Zheng Zhilong sat in the cabin with an ugly face.

The place where he is now is not far from the place where Niu Ben reported before, but the radio station cannot be contacted.

Looking at a chart in front of him, he slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn it, it should be here, but why can't I receive the radio station? Could it be that their radio station is damaged?" Zheng Zhilong cursed secretly, and came to the radio cabin.

The undulating waves made the ship bumpy, Zheng Zhilong could only drive along the coastline as much as possible while reducing the speed.

The boat fluctuated in the wind and waves, as if it was about to capsize at any time.

Zheng Zhilong, who has experienced many battles, is not worried about the waves. It is not so easy to overturn a ship, let alone a huge iron ship.

As for the wooden boats behind, these boats are huge and have been reinforced before departure, so they can also resist the storm at this time.

Walking in the passage below the deck, Zheng Zhilong held on to the handrails on both sides of the passage and proceeded carefully.

This was originally a cabin for storing fish, but it was later dismantled and replaced with a grain warehouse, a freshwater cabin and a sailor's sleeping cabin.

The electric lights in the cabin fluctuated with the undulations of the hull, and Zheng Zhilong finally came to the radio cabin.

There is a high-power radio installed inside, and the signal is strong.

"Is there no news yet? There has been no news since entering this sea area. Now that it has been so long, no news has come?"

Holding the handrail of the door, Zheng Zhilong looked at the anxious crew members inside and asked loudly.

In the cabin, you can still hear the sound of waves and lightning outside.

Zheng Zhilong could only shout at the top of his voice.

Zheng Zhihu stumbled out from the inside, his face was full of anxiety, "Brother, no, there is still no reply!"

"Damn it, these people are extremely important to His Majesty, if we can't find them, then don't go back!" Zheng Zhilong's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

In order not to miss any news, he just sat inside and did not leave.

Time passed by, and there was still no reply from the radio station.

"My lord, there is the sound of guns, there is the sound of guns!"

(End of this chapter)