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

Chapter 405 This is not war, this is ruthless massacre!
In order to prevent the soldiers from killing their own people, Omurad directly assigned his own troops.

"Prepare!"

Under the roar of the officer, nearly a thousand soldiers equipped with rifles similar to the second generation of Ming Dynasty aimed at the hundreds of Polish cavalry retreating in embarrassment.

But the unlucky Polish cavalry only noticed the back, not the front.

By the time they rushed forward, it was too late to discover this scene.

"Fire!"

With the officer's order, the soldiers pulled the trigger neatly.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a burst of gunfire accompanied by gunpowder smoke, dense bullets whizzed out, and a blood mist erupted among the cavalry.

"Damn it, we are our own people..."

The Polish cavalry general who was shot in the shoulder roared angrily.

It's a pity that the other side ignored him at all. Under the shout of the Ottoman officer, the second round of gunfire rang out again.

As the bullets flew by, the remaining dozens of Polish cavalry fell to the ground roaring.

"The order continues, and those who attack the front will be punished as traitors."

Looking coldly at the corpse in front of the position, Omurad gave an order coldly.

Joan of Arc, who also retreated in embarrassment, remained silent about this, obviously acquiescing to Omurad's order.

"Crackling...Crackling..."

As soon as the Western Alliance settled the Polish cavalry, there was the sound of track friction in the distance.

Hearing these demonic whispers, Omurad's expression was gloomy and ugly.

For this strange steel monster, he was terrified to the extreme.

"No, we must find a way to deal with this thing, otherwise the second front will not be able to defend!"

Looking towards the direction where the smoke and dust rose in the distance and the sound of track friction was heard, Omurad punched his fist hard.

"How to deal with them?"

Also looking at Joan of Arc in the distance, her face fell into distress.

"Their defenses are so strong that it's completely useless to shoot them up. Even the shells left only a little trace. We can't stop them at all. I'm afraid the only thing that can deal with this thing is God descending."

"who said it!"

Aumurad shouted coldly, and under the expectant gaze of the crowd, he said coldly: "No matter how strong the defense is, there is a critical point. Bullets and shells can't penetrate because they are not powerful enough."

"As long as we find something powerful, we can destroy these demons."

Having said that, he looked towards the artillery position.

"Our researchers have tested that when there is enough gunpowder, it will explode with super power."

"We can gather the gunpowder and let the soldiers get close to those steel things and detonate the gunpowder."

"what!"

Hearing this method, the people around screamed, and Joan was even more excited: "But even if you destroy that steel thing by doing this, the soldier will not be able to come back alive."

"Then what else!"

Aumurad glared at her sharply, and said through gritted teeth, "Compared with the loss of a dozen people or the entire front, which one do you think is more important?"

The people around fell into silence again.

"Continue to inform, organize brave warriors who dare to die, and everyone who participates will be rewarded. Their sons can become nobles and obtain the status of baron. If they can destroy one, they will be promoted to viscount. If they destroy two, they will be promoted to viscount." Promoted to Earl, and so on..."

"If only five of them can be destroyed, I am willing to make his child the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire, and give the corresponding land as a fief."

Aumurad also fought hard. In order to inflict heavy damage on Daming, he offered the heaviest reward ever.

With such a high reward, let alone those soldiers, even the surrounding officers were envious.

God, that is the Grand Duke, and he is the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire. His status is no worse than that of the kings of some small countries. Even the kings of some small countries are polite when they see the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire.

"What are you doing in a daze, pass the news on, 20 minutes... I need 20 minutes, then these people and things will reach me."

Seeing that the people around were stunned when they heard his reward, Omurad roared angrily.

In an instant, the officers rushed out quickly and notified the soldiers of the reward offered by Omurad.

As soon as the news spread, the soldiers were all excited.

Especially those who are old and have sons and daughters, their hearts are touched.

They are already so old, and their hard work on the battlefield is nothing more than for their children.

Now that there is an opportunity to soar into the sky, they will naturally not let it go.

"I go!"

"Count me in!"

"Damn it, I fought for the nobility."

"Bastard, your title of nobility was earned by me with my life."

There must be a brave man under a great reward. This sentence is applicable in the East, and it is also applicable in the West.

Such a heavy reward made many people give up life and death at once, especially those who were a little older and had children, and they signed up enthusiastically.

In less than 10 minutes, hundreds of people joined the Death Squad.

The artillerymen in the rear were also bundling explosive packs. In order to blow up the Ming chariot that was a great threat to them, they didn't even intend to use the cannons, and directly bundled all the propellant into explosive packs.

On the other side, in order to buy time for the recruiters to tie up the explosive packs, Aumurad personally waved the white flag and blocked the chariot army led by Zhu Gaosui.

Zhu Gaosui didn't want to answer at first, but so many people looked at him, and they all came out holding white flags. If he didn't answer, it would be rude, so he ordered the team to stop.

"I don't know what the status of the commander is in Daming."

Looking at Zhu Gaosui who was sitting on the chariot and squinting at him coldly, Aumurad asked with a smile.

"Tell him to speak quickly, to fart quickly, to surrender, hurry up, and stop playing tricks!"

After listening to the translator's translation, Zhu Gaosui waved his hands impatiently, and at the same time glanced at the panting infantry running behind the tank.

He stopped not to gossip, but more importantly, after fighting for so long and running so far, the heavily armed infantry had almost reached their limit of physical strength.

There is still a bitter battle to be fought, and now that there is a chance to breathe, it is natural for the infantry to take a breath.

Aumurad, who was on the opposite side, didn't care about it after listening to the translator's translation. Instead, he continued to smile and said, "Your Excellency, there is no absolute conflict of interest between us. Why can't we sit down and have a good talk."

"Talk about your mother's size!"

Arrogant layman is not easy to talk to. He is very easy to talk to his eldest nephew and two elder brothers, but he has a bad temper in front of others.

Hearing the other party's unnutritious words, Zhu Gaosui directly scolded back.

"Why are you looking at me? Translate the original words!"

After scolding, seeing the interpreter next to him looked embarrassed, Zhu Gaosui slapped the interpreter angrily.

"His Royal Highness Zhao, it's not that his subordinates don't translate, but that I don't know how to translate."

"you…"

Zhu Gaosui stared, causing the translator to shrink back in fright.

"Forget it, you tell him, either surrender immediately, or continue to fight, there is nothing to talk about."

"Yes!"

The translator wiped off his sweat, and quickly translated Zhu Gaosui's words.

"Beep beep beep..."

After listening to what the interpreter said, Omurad, who was about to continue rambling and buying time, heard a whistle coming from behind him.

This is the signal he agreed with Joan of Arc, once the rear is ready, he will be notified immediately.

"That's really a pity. In fact, we can really sit down and talk about it. There is no need to kill people like this..."

Aumurad shrugged regretfully, took off his hat and saluted slightly, and walked towards his position without fear.

"Your Highness... Do you want to mess with him, this guy seems to have a high status!"

A rifleman squatting next to Zhu Gaosui's command vehicle squinted at Omurad who was walking back carelessly, and suggested shooting black guns.

Zhu Gaosui's heart fluttered instantly.

As the guy who used to manage Beizhen Fusi, how can he be a good bird.

However, just as he was about to nod, Omurad, who was walking forward carelessly across the street, suddenly jumped down when passing a ditch, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Your uncle, it's late, you shouldn't hesitate!"

Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaosui was so angry that he scolded your mother, jumped into the chariot and shouted: "Attack and kill them for me, catch that bastard, I will skin him alive!"

"Rumble rumble..."

The chariot corps rumbled forward, and the infantry behind the chariot were also staring ahead with full vigilance.

It will take time for the artillery to switch positions, and the air force is going back to reload. The second line of defense has not suffered a large-scale attack as a whole. Although there are tanks covering it, no one knows where they are in this chaotic battlefield. Will it be unlucky, so it's better to be careful.

"Go brothers, the great God and Allah will bless us..."

"Fight for our children, for the title of nobility!"

Just when the Ming Army was less than 2 meters away from the second western line of defense, there was a heart-piercing roar from the opposite line of defense.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Western Union soldiers holding shields, wearing light armor and carrying explosive packs charged over in a skirmish line formation.

"Fire, kill them, don't let them get close to the chariot..."

An officer in charge of commanding the infantry, seeing the explosive pack on the back of the opposite side, instantly understood the Western Alliance's idea, and immediately yelled at the infantry to shoot.

Received the order, the infantrymen pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the same time, the chariot that noticed this scene also launched a barrage attack.

"Da da da…"

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets that were as dense as a rainstorm rushed over, and the death squads that rushed out from the Western Alliance were directly subjected to the most ferocious attack.

Facing Daming's powerful firepower, the shields in their hands hardly played a role.

In just the blink of an eye, half of the hundreds of death squads that rushed out fell down.

If you were lucky, you were killed by a single shot. If you were unlucky, you were directly hit by the explosive bag behind you. The explosive bag was penetrated, and the gunpowder spilled out. When it hit the flames caused by the bombing just now, it exploded instantly. That unlucky guy disappeared into the world without even making a scream.

Looking at the death squads one by one, there was no wavering in Omura's eyes.

These rushed out are just the bait he threw out, the real killer is his absolute killer.

As early as when these people rushed out, Omurad asked his most loyal men, leading two hundred dead soldiers from the Ottoman Empire, to bypass the frontal battlefield, pull out the front from the two wings, and crawl forward close to the battlefield of Ming Dynasty. Car Corps.

The order that Aumurad gave them was to wait for Da Ming to launch an attack, and take advantage of the fact that the Da Ming army was not paying attention, and directly pounce on them and give them a heavy blow.

It's a pity that Omurad didn't know.

Zhu Gaosui, who has fought cold weapon warfare for half his life, has a habit in combat. He will place flanking troops on both sides and behind the main force to prevent other enemies from suddenly attacking, and the frontal army cannot react.

Although the number of these flanking troops is not large, ranging from only a few hundred, they are equipped with the most sophisticated weapons.

The officers were all armed with submachine guns, while the soldiers on the other flanks were holding fourth-generation semi-automatic rifles of the Ming Dynasty.

Although they only have a hundred people, their powerful firepower is not worthless against thousands of enemies, let alone a hundred little mice.

"Hehe, I thought we brothers could only watch the fun, but I didn't expect to get some dessert."

In the direction of the chariot legion's flank, an officer wearing a camouflage uniform couldn't help chuckling as he watched the Ottoman death squad sneaking close to the chariot legion through the binoculars.

"Brothers, the opportunity to fight mice has come, don't grab one by one."

The order was given in a low voice, and amidst a burst of suppressed laughter, the riflemen who were also wearing camouflage uniforms raised their guns and aimed at the soil mice in the distance.

"beat!"

After waiting for a while to feel the same, the officer let out a low shout, stood up abruptly, aimed at the soil mouse not far away, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

There was a burst of gunfire in an instant.

The Ottoman Death Squad who sneaked forward with explosive packs met their Allah in a daze before they could figure out what was going on.

The two wings stopped after only a brief exchange of fire, but the frontal battlefield was full of gunfire.

Against the bullet rain from the opposite side, the chariots advanced steadily.

The artillery and machine guns on the chariot did not stop for a moment, frantically suppressing the firepower on the other side.

And the infantry behind the chariot kept looking for opportunities to shoot at the opposite side.

At this time, there was no aim at all, and the bullets were completely vented in the opposite direction.

In this kind of frontal battlefield battle, whoever can fire more bullets in a short time and who can suppress the opponent will be the final winner.

The result is obvious.

Although the main force of the Ming Dynasty who was in charge of the attack still used the third-generation bolt-action rifle.

But not worse, only worse.

On the opposite side of the Western Alliance, except for a small number of elites equipped with paper shell rifles, [-]% of them use front-loading flintlock guns.

Facing the crazy firepower of Ming Dynasty, the soldiers of the Western Alliance were stunned.

They had just fired one shot, and before the bullets were loaded, at least three shots had been fired from the opposite side.

And that's just rifle fire.

The heavy machine guns on the chariot and the submachine guns in the hands of the officers made them even more desperate.

Seeing the companions around them being brought down one by one, the soldiers of the Western Alliance were about to break their hearts.

What the hell is a war? It's a naked massacre.

Even worse.

The gunpowder used by their artillery is all made of explosives, and now those artillerymen can't shoot a single shot, they can only watch as Ming's chariot corps howls towards their own position and slaughters their companions.

(End of this chapter)