I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 242 You have heavy armor, I have cannons, come on, have the courage to face up.

Zhu Zhangui, who was leading the Shenji Battalion to attack from the right wing, sighed slightly when he saw the small-scale chaos in the front line.

Unexpectedly, Alutai was so crazy that he even used a suicide attack.

Although this method is cruel, it has to be said that it works very well.

It is not surprising that Alutai has gunpowder Zhu Zhangui.

Gunpowder had already spread in the Song Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty army was also equipped with gunpowder weapons.

Back then, the Mongolian Legion brought these destructive gunpowder to beat up the European white-skinned pigs in the West.

Later, these weapons were circulated in Europe, and then they were developed into various weapons, and finally became their weapon for world hegemony.

Feng Shui turns.

These white-skinned pigs seemed to recall the scene when they were beaten by Meng Yuanpang. With the awakening of the blood gene, they set up a strong boat and sharp guns, and blasted open the gate of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, gunpowder was not a patent of the Ming Dynasty, but it was carried forward by the Shenjiying of the Ming Dynasty.

Glancing at the Fifth Army Battalion, which was fighting to the death with the Tatar Heavy Infantry Corps, Zhu Zhangui forcibly withdrew his mind, commanded the soldiers managed by God, and launched fierce shooting at the Tatar Right Wing Corps.

He is not the commander-in-chief of the entire army, he is only in charge of commanding the Shenji Battalion, how to fight and how to arrange it is up to the old man to decide.

Worrying about it now will only distract him and affect the command of the troops.

The old man on the podium looked at the Fifth Army Battalion fighting with the Tatar Heavy Infantry Regiment without any expression on his face.

As a general, it is the most basic requirement not to show emotions and emotions, not to be affected by a momentary defeat.

war?
There are those who take advantage and those who suffer.

"Order the Tank Battalion to attack from the left!"

Chariots, this kind of combat equipment that emerged from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, have been passed down for thousands of years, and have not withdrawn from the stage of history. They are still on the battlefield to this day.

Especially when fighting against the northern grasslands, the power of the chariot can be maximized.

During the Ming Dynasty, the number of chariots was very large. For example, King Ning Zhu Quan, who once guarded the north, had thousands of chariots under his command.

So far, Ming Dynasty chariots have developed various models.

There are as many as 10 types of box vehicles for defense bases, assault vehicles for assault operations, and logistics vehicles for logistics.

The chariot that the old man ordered to attack was the assault chariot of the Chariot Battalion.

There are a total of more than 3000 vehicles for the battalion and various vehicles.

Among them, there are 500 assault vehicles.

Two horses on the frame, running on four wheels, with heavy wood and sharp blades on the outside for defense.

The carriage can hold six soldiers, two with long guns, two firemen, and two archers.

However, with the emergence of new types of firearms, the Chariot Battalion also upgraded their equipment.

The musketeers and archers are all equipped with new muskets and a small cannon.

This cannon is custom made and designed for the tank.

It can launch solid bullets, grape bullets, shot bullets, etc.

"Haha, it's my turn to show off!"

Looking at the battalion commander who was fighting in full swing ahead, he shouted excitedly when he heard the order from the walkie-talkie.

Since the emergence of new guns and artillery, his chariot battalion has been used as a logistics battalion, which made him very aggrieved.

Now the emperor finally remembered them, and it was their turn to play.

After boarding the front assault vehicle, the commander of the chariot battalion waved the command flag fiercely, and 500 chariots rumbled forward.

On the battlefield, soldiers are desperate, generals are brave, and generals are wise.

For the coach, the battlefield is like a game of chess.

Seeing each other's tricks, testing each other, finding the enemy's weakness and killing them with one blow, this is the most basic skill.

The Ming army dispatched chariots, and Alutai did not hesitate, and ordered a troop of cavalry to meet them.

The two sides are on the open grassland, you chase each other and fight each other.

The gunshots kept ringing, and the bowstring kept vibrating.

People kept falling off their horses and chariots.

Both the old man and Alutai are very stable.

No one ordered the cavalry to attack, they were all waiting for the other party to show their flaws.

The Fifth Army Battalion is worthy of being an elite unit, although at the beginning, it was caught off guard by Alutai's suicide attack.

But under the desperate counterattack of the Fifth Army Battalion, the front line was pulled back again.

The battle reached a stalemate.

The infantry of the two sides refused to give in to each other, and stood against each other stubbornly.

In order to prevent the Ming army from being killed by artillery, Arutai let the soldiers supporting the rear spread out very widely.

In this way, it can not only reduce the damage of the artillery to the side, but also quickly support the front.

The attack launched by the Shenji Battalion from the right flank was stopped by the opponent's heavy infantry regiment.

Although the Tiger Crouching Cannon was firing desperately, it faced such a huge number of enemies. In addition, the enemy's forward troops were all wearing heavy armor, so the killing effect was very weak.

"Hu Yu, Hu Yu! Is the cannon here?"

Zhu Zhangui, who led the troops to launch a round of attack and retreated, shouted loudly.

Hu Yu, who originally accompanied Zhu Zhangui to protect Zhu Zhangui, led a hundred artillerymen and led horses to pull over a dozen light artillery pieces.

After withdrawing from the front line just now, Zhu Zhangui noticed that the offensive force was weak, so he asked Hu Yu to go to the artillery position and pull some light artillery over.

The reason why they didn't bring it at the beginning was because the Ming army launched an attack on its own initiative, and the heavy artillery could not follow quickly at all, so they could only carry relatively light tiger squatting cannons.

Unexpectedly, the Tatar on the opposite side had such a hard head and was so badly bombed by the tiger crouching cannon, so he didn't take a step back.

At that time, Zhu Zhangui was thinking that if there were several cannons around him firing shotgun shells, no matter how thick the enemy's shield was, they would still be blown away.

After all, the ammunition fired by artillery is not comparable to that of guns.

"Hurry up, aim for me!"

Looking at the Tatar army pressing towards the right flank under the artillery fire, Zhu Zhangui commanded the artillery to quickly adjust the muzzle.

"Filled, ready!"

The artillerymen were very fast, with more than a dozen artillery pieces lined up, aiming at the Tatar army rolling over from the opposite side.

The Tatar officer who was directing the army to press on the opposite side changed his face slightly when he saw a dozen artillery pieces lined up on the opposite side, and roared loudly.

"Rush... rush up and mingle with them!"

The Tatar soldiers didn't hesitate, they knew how powerful this thing was.

The cannon blasted from a distance, they suffered a lot of casualties, and it was worthwhile to hit them face-to-face.

Especially the piece that was aimed at by the artillery, rushed forward almost crazily.

Originally there were still some heavy shields that were struggling, but under the burst of potential, they rushed forward like a wooden plank.

"fire!"

Zhu Zhangui roared angrily when the enemy was close in sight.

More than a dozen cannons fired one after another.

Shotguns are marbles wrapped in a thin iron barrel. The moment they fly out of the muzzle, they scatter, and hundreds of steel balls are sprinkled directly towards the opposite side like a goddess scattering flowers.

The steel balls fired by artillery are many times stronger than those fired by muskets.

The heavy shield, which can block bullet attacks, was pitted by steel balls, and some directly penetrated through.

Even those that could be blocked, the powerful kinetic energy carried by the steel balls broke Chong's arm, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Fire!"

As a large part of the Tatar front shield soldiers fell, the armored infantry behind them were directly exposed.

Jiang Huai, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, waved his hand suddenly.

Thousands of gunmen, who had been on standby, aimed at the gap where the shield had fallen and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Thousands of bullets were like a sickle cutting wheat, directly sweeping down a large area.

Regardless of the heavy casualties, the Tatars rushed towards the formation of the Ming army desperately.

Now that the two sides are within dozens of steps, it would be foolish to retreat at this time.

"kill!"

Zhu Zhangui, who asked the old man for the command of a group of guard soldiers, saw that the opponent had launched a desperate charge, and without any timidity, he raised the treasured sword in his hand, swung it forward fiercely, and led the officers and soldiers of the guard who had already been full of blood to rush forward. go up.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two sides collided fiercely, and hundreds of people from both sides fell to the ground just after meeting each other.

Holding a knife in one hand and a round shield in the other, Zhu Zhangui led the guard battalion behind him and rushed to the front.

There's no one-knife fight for a rookie.

Those who dare to charge forward are all masters of various armies, and they are all dressed in iron armor.

War is not a show on TV, and the iron armor worn by the weapon is still hacked and killed by the protagonist, as if the armor on the soldier is made of paper.

That's just video rendering.

In a real battle, he would often be hacked more than a dozen times, and he would be half-dead from exhaustion, while the other side would still be alive and well, apart from being shaken and uncomfortable.

Hu Yu, who was following Zhu Zhangui, held a huge mace in his hand.

The knife and shield in Zhu Zhangui's hand locked an enemy's weapon, and the guy smashed it hard on the head with a mace.

With the cooperation of the two, they succeeded several times.

"Ming dog seeks death!"

Just when the two cooperated to kill another guy, a short and thick Tatar man who seemed to be related to the guy they killed, with red eyes, rushed up with a sledgehammer.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the strong man fell down with his eyes wide open.

On his forehead, a blood hole is bubbling red and white liquid.

Zhu Zhangui didn't even look at this guy, and led Hu Yu to kill another person.

The battle lasted until the evening, and the two sides withdrew to the main formation.

Both sides did not return to the mountains, but set up camps on the grassland dozens of miles apart.

The large account of the Ming Army Center.

The clerk in charge of statistics reported today's battle damage loudly.

"The Shenji Battalion killed 238 people and injured 530 people."

"The Fifth Army Battalion killed 723 people and injured 1158 people!"

"The chariot battalion destroyed the chariot..."

The old man sitting at the top listened to these numbers with a calm expression.

It seems that these numbers are just simple numbers, not representing individual lives.

On the whole today, the Ming army suffered more than 2000 casualties, and three or four thousand were injured.

But for the Ming army with hundreds of thousands of legions, this number of casualties is negligible.

"What about the result!"

After hearing the number of casualties on our side, the old man asked about the results of the battle.

"According to the military officer's statistics, excluding the artillery, our army beheaded a total of 4570 people. As for the number of wounded enemies, it is temporarily unknown!"

Smiles appeared on the faces of the generals on the battlefield.

A 2:1 casualty figure is acceptable.

And this is only infantry, the artillery guys have been bombarded for a day, and at least two to three thousand people died on the opposite side.

After this calculation, the battle loss ratio of the two sides is at least 4:1.

The old man nodded.

"Take good care of the wounded soldiers, and try to meet their needs."

"For those who can't be rescued, ask them what they have to say, and tell them that I will take care of them at home, and no one dares to bully them."

The meritorious officer saluted and retreated.

The old man rubbed, stared at some sore eyes for a day, and said to the generals below who were still stained with blood.

"Today is just a simple investigation, and tomorrow we will play for real."

"Of course, I can't guarantee that old boy Alutai, he will come tonight!"

"After all, our artillery is a sharp sword hanging over their heads. If it is not pulled out, the number of casualties will be even greater tomorrow."

Look at Li Hu standing behind Zhu Zhangui.

"You kid made my eyes widen tonight. Something happened, and I chopped off your head, so I can't protect you, brat!"

Li Hu hurriedly cupped his fists to accept the order.

Then the old man explained the arrangements of the generals for tomorrow, and finally emphasized the mental problems of the soldiers.

The incident of Ying Xiao had just happened to the Western Regions Legion, and the old man didn't want it to happen to himself.

So I ordered all the generals to have a heart-to-heart talk with the soldiers when they go back, and speak in the same tone as they would treat their own father.

If any legion is in chaos at night, all the generals of any legion will be apologetic with death.

"Little brat, wait a minute!"

When the generals left, the old man called Zhu Zhangui, whose face was covered with gauze, to stop.

"Grandpa, do you have anything else to say?"

The old man stepped forward and looked at Zhu Zhangui's face wrapped in gauze.

"How is it? Is the injury serious?"

Zhu Zhangui grinned, and touched the wound that was still aching.

"It's okay, I just got stabbed by a Tatar bow and arrow, and I'll be fine in a few days."

The old man didn't speak, and patted Zhu Zhangui's body to make sure there were no other wounds, so he was relieved.

"Come on, sit down!"

The two sat cross-legged by the fire, and the old man filled a bowl of mutton cooked on the fire and handed it to Zhu Zhangui.

"Grandpa, you plan to attack at night tonight!"

Zhu Zhangui felt warm all over his body while drinking the mutton soup with pepper.

Watching the old man Zhu Zhangui drinking the mutton soup, a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is what he likes about Zhu Zhangui.

This brat is like a roundworm in his stomach, he can guess any new ideas he has.

But as an elder and an emperor, if someone can guess his mind casually, it will appear that he is too cheap.

The old man coughed lightly and shook his head.

"Alutai is not stupid, you have sneaked so many times, he must have been prepared!"

This is indeed the truth when Zhu Zhangui thinks about it.

Anyone who has been attacked so many times should have a long memory.

"What do you mean?"

At midnight, three miles away from the place where the Ming army placed artillery.

Thousands of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion covered in green grass camouflaged stared at the Tatar camp in the distance.

Although the two sides are more than ten miles apart, on this endless grassland, you can still vaguely see the distant flames.

At the front of the ambush team, Zhu Zhangui had a piece of grass in his mouth and leaned on a cannon with his eyes slightly closed.

beside him.

Hu Yu and Jiang Huai each held a folding fan and were chasing away mosquitoes for him.

The entire ambush was silent, no one dared to make a sound, even breathing was kept to a minimum.

Even if I was bitten by a mosquito, I only dared to gently support it with my hand, and dared not slap it.

For fear of making a sound, the enemy will find that the ambush fails.

This wait is approaching dawn.

The soldiers who had fought for a day were a little dizzy and wanted to sleep little by little.

But thinking of the big camp behind him and the explanation from above, he could only bite his cheek to keep himself awake.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

Seeing that it would be dawn in a while, just when everyone thought that the ambush was about to fail, there was a rustling sound not far from the opposite side.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Hu Yujianghuai, who kept fanning him beside him, slowly put down the folding fan, pulled out the revolver at his waist, and looked towards the dark side.

At this moment, all hearts were brought to the climax, and the soldiers pointed their guns forward with minimal movements, ready to shoot.

Dozens of cannons hidden in a pile of grass are also ready to shoot.

Xixi Suo Suo's voice was getting closer and louder.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth.

These guys finally came, and they didn't let themselves feed the mosquitoes in the middle of the night for nothing.

Hu Yu: ...

JAC: ...

Zhu Zhangui listened carefully, and probably judged the distance of the other party.

He reached out and patted Hu Yu behind him, and Hu Yu patted back too.

According to legend, he soon arrived at a deep pit dug out.

There are dozens of tiger crouching guns here.

The gunners who had been waiting for a long time received the signal, carefully lifted the rain cloth on the muzzle, took out a slow incense and put it on the fuse.

"呲呲呲呲..."

The fuse burned quickly and disappeared in the muzzle in an instant.

"Dong dong dong..."

With a muffled sound, dozens of Martian objects flew into the sky.

The Maoli boy on the other side was startled when he heard the movement, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.

"Boom, crackling..."

Huge fireworks exploded in the sky, illuminating an area for miles around.

Both sides saw each other at the same time.

Zhu Zhangui raised a rifle, aimed at the Maoli boy in the front, and tapped the trigger in his hand under his frightened expression.

(End of this chapter)