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Chapter 135 Northern Expedition!Northern Expedition!
In the Rhona tribe, it was originally a sacrificial place for the high priest to rest.

The statue of the god who was sacrificed high above has been smashed into pieces by the fierce Ming army.

All kinds of belief pictures drawn with animal skins and various worship pictures depicting how powerful the gods were placed inside were all torn up and smashed, and discarded on the ground at random.

It was specially used to offer offerings to the gods and placed tributes on the altar table. At this time, those tributes had been taken away, and only Peng Ke sat on this table swaggeringly.

No way, there is only such a suitable place to sit in the whole room.

"That high priest, with three senior priests, killed 38 heavy armored soldiers of our army?!"

Peng Ke was holding a pile of nameplates that had just been picked off from the corpse, looking at the nameplate that read "Zhenhai Camp Sanshanwei Heavy Armor Thousand Households XXX" on it, with a very dignified expression.

"Those four priests, can they resist the attack of weapons blessed with talismans?"

After a long time, Pen Ke sighed, and said with some regret:
"Sure enough, these savages can live in Jianzhou for so long. Back then, the northern barbarians looked at them with high regard. They didn't capture them all as slaves, but incorporated them into their tribes. There are still a few brushes."

"Without large-caliber artillery, it is still difficult to crush these priests."

The artillery Qianhu of the Zhenhai Battalion was brought by Peng Ke's own headquarters.

Wu Xuanshu and Lu Ming only had some portable mortars deployed to hundreds of households to use.

But mortars with a caliber of two or three inches couldn't quickly break through the defenses of the senior priests of the Rhona tribe.

Whether it's these foreign priests, or Huaxia's own alchemists.

The supernatural power they possess is not endless.

Generally speaking, there is a tolerance limit.

Some weaker ones, such as Qi refiners in the cave realm, or young priests who have been priests for less than ten years, may have their mana able to resist ordinary rifle bullets.

Even resisted a few rounds of small-caliber two or three-inch mortars.

But it can't resist heavy howitzers with more than five inches!
It's just that a cannon with a caliber of more than five inches is no longer a heavy weapon that is easy to maneuver.

It is not easy for Wu Xuanshu and Lu Ming to drill into the mountains and forests with large-caliber heavy artillery. They can only rely on the heavy armored soldiers to grind the priest's mana little by little with magic-breaking weapons.

This is also the way of confrontation between Ming and Northern Man in the past.

It all depends on the heap of human life.

At that time, Ming's heavy armored soldiers didn't have any enchanted weapons, so they didn't dare to fight in small groups. Every time, they had to pull at least twenty five-inch heavy artillery pieces and an army of more than [-] before they dared to fight the northern barbarians. piece.

This is why the saying that the Ming people are invincible came out from the northern barbarians.

Because for the priests and cavalry troops of the northern barbarians, the Ming army with less than 1 people lacked heavy weapons. In a head-on confrontation, the battle loss ratio can sometimes reach one to three.

Beiman one, Ming army three!

It all depends on the heaps of heavy armor soldiers, three or four heavy armor soldiers can fight against a warrior who has been strengthened by the priests of the northern barbarians!

And once it rises to a general battle with more than 1 people, the Ming army has gathered enough heavy artillery, and the battle loss ratio will be reversed immediately.

If there is a big battle with more than 10 people, then the Ming army will be able to rely on artillery to wash the land and gain a big advantage.

But even so, it was not easy to drive Beiman out of the Great Wall back then.

After all, Beiman is not stupid, and he is also very good at cavalry mobile warfare with one hand, and he does not fight large-scale frontal battles with the Ming army at all.

At that time, Emperor Hongwu relied entirely on the lives of heavily armored soldiers to drive Beiman out of the Great Wall.

But it's different now.

In the last ten years, heavy armor soldiers have begun to have enchanted weapons, and the steam armor has also been upgraded.

Only in this way can one fight several fighters who have been strengthened by shamanism.

Originally, Peng Ke thought that now the upgraded version of heavy armor soldiers of Ming Dynasty could go head-to-head with the priests of the northern barbarians.

But it's a pity that without the help of artillery, it is still impossible to quickly deal with the priests with strong magic power only with enchanted weapons.

Moreover, this is the ignorant and backward priesthood system of the Jianzhou Savage Tribe.

It may be even more difficult to face the priests of the northern barbarians who have used shamanism to their full potential.

"Hey, we still have to rely on cannons. No wonder those ink scholars in the Mo Academy are almost bewildered by the research on large-caliber and powerful artillery."

Penke shook his head and sighed.

It seemed that, if the troops were to be divided for the next campaign against the savage tribes, the artillery would have to be divided into thousands of households and equipped with several five-inch and eight-inch heavy artillery for each department.

Without heavy artillery, if you want to face senior priests, you have to go back to the way of war with the lives of heavy armored soldiers.

Although it seems that human life is not worth as much as shells.

But Peng Ke, who came from the 21st century, would rather choose to consume more shells and hope that his soldiers would die less.

Every soldier does not represent themselves, but the whole family behind them.

"Where are the bodies of the fallen soldiers?" Peng Ke asked lightly.

Wu Xuanshu clasped his fists after returning to his command: "After recovering the equipped weapons, they were buried on the spot."

Peng Ke smacked his mouth and sighed: "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, so why return the corpse wrapped in horse leather?"

After sighing, he stood up, patted the dust on the armor, and restored his stern expression.

"Transfer a thousand households and send all these captives back to the camp for custody."

"Let the wounded follow them back to the camp!"

"Other soldiers, rest in place and bury the pot for cooking."

"Call back the steam chariot and hide in the tribe."

"Spread out the warning nets, including the mountains and forests behind, and leave a warning."

"According to what the savage warriors who surrendered said, the people sent by the Rona tribe to ask for help set off yesterday."

"If you act quickly, maybe the first wave of reinforcements will arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!"

"Speed ​​rest!"

Just when Penke was fighting the savages in the land outside Jianzhou.

Thousands of miles away in Yingtian Mansion, the capital city, a battle meeting about him, or about Nine Frontiers, is going on.

The governors of the five armies' governor's mansions, as well as the powerful generals in Beijing, gathered in the Hall of Martial Arts in the imperial palace.

Above the main hall, there is a dragon chair.

Under the imperial steps, there is another smaller gold-inlaid wooden chair facing the ministers.

A eunuch shouted loudly with a squeaky voice: "Welcome Your Majesty, Grandson!"

Emperor Hongwu walked out from the back of the hall swaggeringly with his grandson.

The governors and generals who were whispering at first, all immediately silenced, bowed and clasped their fists in the direction of the dragon chair and saluted: "Your majesty and grandson!"

"Your Majesty, Holy Grail!"

"Grandson Chitose!"

Sitting on the throne, Emperor Hongwu raised his eyes slightly, waved his hands and said flatly, "Excuse me."

"We summoned you today, and there is only one topic to discuss."

"This Northern Expedition, when should we fight!"

"how to spell!"

"As for the words that want to persuade us to stop fighting, stuff them back in my stomach!"

"The world has only been in peace for less than ten years, have you forgotten the hatred of the northern barbarians?"

"I, Da Ming, and the Northern Man will never die, and will never be reconciled forever!"

"Xiutina's peace talks, if you don't, you will be killed without mercy!"

Emperor Hongwu's words set the tone for today's imperial meeting.

This founding king, who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, possessed the arbitrariness of the universe that no one could question or oppose!
All the governors and generals in the hall looked at each other a few times, then bowed and shouted:

"Follow Your Majesty's orders!"

(End of this chapter)