Lu Ming

Chapter 461
The maximum range of the M2 machine gun is 2500 meters, so when the unique "dong dong" sound sounded in the valley, the Ming army retreated a few hundred meters away and still suffered a major blow.

The dense queue on the mountain road was instantly smashed into a bloody alley, people turned on their backs, and their stumps danced wildly.

Humans cannot react to bullets whose speed is calculated in milliseconds.So it wasn't until several seconds later that the people in the back team were awakened from the shock by the blown bodies and blood in front.

After a wild cry, the cavalry group began to pull their horses and turn around, and the mountain road fell into chaos, and more people were pierced by bullets.

This round of machine gun strikes, including the time to adjust the aim midway, took only half a minute to complete, and used up a full 100 rounds of 12.7MM armor-piercing bullets.

Half a minute later, the valley returned to calm, and all the Ming troops hid behind a corner one mile away.It's just that in the mountain road where the horse team stayed before, there were two or three hundred dead and wounded, as well as fragments and horse corpses everywhere.

Zuo Liangyu, with disheveled hair and blood on half of his face, supported the rock with one hand, poking his head out at the corner, looking at the flesh and blood alley ahead in disbelief, his eyes full of horror.

During the terrifying 30 seconds just now, although Zuo Liangyu was lucky not to eat peanuts, the horse under his crotch was broken, causing him to fall to the ground and his face was scratched by stone chips.

After that, with the support of his own soldiers, he even rolled and crawled to the corner of the mountain. He walked through the hail of bullets and experienced the daily life of soldiers of later generations.

Zuo Liangyu, who couldn't feel the blood dripping from his face at all, looked at the corpses of the Ming army lying on the road as broken as the Tartars at this moment, and he completely figured out a riddle: those Tartars under the city How did he die.

"What kind of weapon is this? Francophone? How can it be so fierce?"

No one can answer Zuo Liangyu's question.This kind of cannon is not like a cannon, a gun is not like a gun, and it is a fantasy weapon that is as fast as lightning, which has completely exceeded the cognition of the Ming army.

After seeing the Ming army disappearing into the corner of the mountain in embarrassment in the distance, everyone passing through the city wall looked at each other and smiled, leaving Qian Tieshan to sit in command, and the rest withdrew.

Then the peasants who just ran back to the city from the south gate were released again, and began to continue their promising jobs in the meat factory.

This time, the peasants went out with arrogance.After seeing those bastard officers and soldiers being beaten to pieces just now, the militiamen knew that the army on the top of the city was willing to support them, so now this group of people is not afraid.

The situation was so strangely deadlocked.The soldiers on the top of the city changed their guards on time and were ready to shoot at any time.

This situation continued until the arrival of the Ming army.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Cao Wenzhao, Zuo Liangyu's immediate superior, and even Ma Shilong, who led tens of thousands of Chinese infantry, rushed to the field one after another.

"What is the reason for blocking my army on the mountain road, don't lie, and call me from the beginning for [-] cents!"

Ma Shilong, with a big cake face and beard, sitting on a big rock, holding a horsewhip, wearing a red official robe and embroidered with a lion patch on his chest, is questioning Zuo Liangyu who is kneeling in front of him, surrounded by people from all walks of life King Qin's deputy general.

"Reporting to the general plan, the humble officer led the team so far, and for no reason, they encountered artillery fire from the top of the city, killing brothers."

Ma Shilong stretched out his left arm, pointed to the alley of flesh and blood not far away and asked in disbelief: "For no reason, you are still holding the banner, and the city is fired?"

"Perhaps the southern soldiers did not know the banner of our officers and soldiers."

Since Ma Shilong won the martial arts examination when he was young, he has successively served as guerrillas in the Xuanfu, the commander-in-chief of the Santunying, and the commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan. It can be said that Ma Huihui's military career was basically dealing with the mud in western Liaoning.

So seeing the woman in front of him speak hesitantly and dare not answer the question directly, Ma Shilong thought with the soles of his feet and knew that there was something tricky in the middle.

So the old horse stopped talking, and looked up to admire the dead trees and wild mountains.

After a while, Ma Shilong's personal captain slipped over and whispered in the general's ear.

"Come on, cut it off."

After listening to the insider information, Ma Shilong's face remained calm, and he waved his hand as if I knew it a long time ago, and ordered people to arrest Zuo Liangyu, and he was about to chop off his head.

The next moment, as if they had made an appointment in advance, all the generals of Guan Ning, including Cao Wenzhao and Zu Dashou, clasped their fists in salute, and kept Zuo Liangyu alive with good words in their mouths.

With a sneer, Ma Shilong remained indifferent, as if he was tired of the routine: "Forget it, let's save your life for now."

Having said that, Ma Shilong lashed down hard, leaving a scar on Zuo Liangyu's intact half of his face: "Haven't you really summoned him?"

After receiving a whip that had never happened in history, Zuo Liangyu knew that if he didn't tell the truth, no one would protect him a second time.So he was dejected, and honestly told the bloody case that happened because of the steamed buns just now.

Ma Shilong, who already knew the general situation, began to ask carefully at this time, asking clearly about the firepower on the top of the city, the strength of the troops, and the details before and after.

"This is the pride of holding a weapon!"

After asking, Ma Shilong stood up, put his hands behind his back and pondered for a while, then turned his head and said, "You take my banner and go to the gate."

Zuo Liangyu said that his left cheek was bloody and his right cheek was red and swollen, but when he heard Ma Shilong's words, his entire face turned green—just now his messenger was beaten to death in the city.

However, military orders are hard to violate.Ma Shilong is now a martial artist who holds Shang Fangjian, and has basically reached the peak position of a warrior in the Ming Dynasty.Today's Ma Shilong, although it is stressful and difficult to kill a general on the spot, but Zuo Liangyu is a small captain, if he dares to resist orders, even the gods will not be able to save him!

So Zuo Liangyu had no choice but to wipe his face hastily, and alone, holding Ma Shilong's general flag, he walked slowly towards the Santun camp under the watchful eyes of thousands of Ming troops.

Along the way, he stepped over the corpses of his subordinates, passed by the pile of heads of the Tartars, and finally passed by the corpse of the messenger under the city. Zuo Liangyu, who was sweating coldly, didn't know how he came to the city of Santunying.

Standing in front of the suspension bridge, watching the knights slowly driving out of the south gate, Zuo Liangyu finally let out a sigh of relief: It seems that his life has been saved.

Here came three men in drab floral dresses.

Although the clothes of the visitors were strange and they didn't wear armor, but there were thousands of Tartars and hundreds of corpses of the Ming army as endorsements, and now no one dared to underestimate these beggar-looking people.

"The last general, Zuo Liangyu, came to knock on the pass on behalf of Mr. Ma."

"Oh, you are Zuo Liangyu!"

Seeing the playful smile on the face of the burly man opposite, who seemed to be very familiar with him, Zuo Liangyu blinked, not wanting to understand.

After saying something inconsequential, Qian Tieshan stopped joking and started talking about business: "I know what you're here for. Go back and tell Ma Jinglue that my Cao Zongbing was injured in a battle with the Tartars a few days ago, and it's inconvenient right now." See you."

Qian Tieshan showed no shame when he said this: "It's getting late now, and the security is tight. Who knows if there will be any Tartars coming to grab the head again? Why don't you wait until tomorrow morning, and then invite Mr. Ma to come to discuss the matter."

"This, I'm afraid this is inappropriate?"

Zuo Liangyu was dumbfounded.

He never thought beforehand that there would be such a crazy thing: a deputy general dares to ask Wu Jinglue, who is in charge of the soldiers and horses of the kings of all roads, to wait outside the city overnight before meeting him?
It was as if the commander of the army had blocked the commander of the group army who came to inspect him from the defense area. He had completely lost his superiority and inferiority. It was almost a rebellion!

However, Qian Tieshan didn't respond to Zuo Liangyu's words at all, and continued to say: "I warn you, don't make any trouble at night. The road in front of the city is now allowed to take small groups of horses. If there are any changes in soldiers and horses , the gun has no eyes!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Tieshan turned around and left as soon as he pulled the rein, leaving Zuo Liangyu standing at the foot of the city, puzzled.

The transmigration crowd is so domineering, not because the heads of Tartars are inflated, but there are other reasons that are not easy to talk about-delaying time.

Of course, this kind of action will definitely be interpreted by the generals of the Ming Dynasty as domineering, but it's just that the crossing people don't care, or in other words, it's exactly what they want.

After the helpless Zuo Liangyu went back, he told Ma Shilong everything Qian Tieshan had said, and then he swore that he would not change a single word.

At this moment, Ma Shilong was still sitting on the boulder, but he had an extra handful of bullets collected from the corpse in his hand.

Ignoring Zuo Liangyu, the old horse picked out a deformed warhead from his palm, took a closer look at the copper-plated armor around the warhead under the afterglow of the setting sun, nodded and said, "He's a rich man."

Speaking of this, he got up and looked around: "People don't allow them to enter the city, there is probably a reason for not allowing them to enter. The old man is still in good health, and he is not afraid of sleeping in the open for a night. Let's make arrangements for ourselves."

Although the generals around him were a little surprised by the old horse's soft attitude, no one jumped out to pretend to be aggressive-now everyone knows that there are a group of killing gods in the Santun camp, did they jump out to die?
As for the domineering Cao Zongbing, because of the many Tartar heads, his level is already very high, as high as several floors.No matter what kind of filth there is with the boss, it must be resolved in the court, and it has nothing to do with everyone.

So following the old horse's order, three thousand cavalry and tens of thousands of infantry began to set up a camp in the mountain road.

At this moment, on the mountain road to the east of Santunying, the sound of rumbling horseshoes came again. The old grandson came.

Lao Suntou, holding the banner of "Sun" on his back, brought the veteran Zhu Mei all the way from Yongping, and almost broke Lao Suntou's old bones.

After finally reaching the ground, in the golden light of the setting sun, seeing the long road of corpses and piles of human heads in front of Santunying City, Old Suntou was also dumbfounded?
Fortunately, the old horse on the opposite side found Lao Suntou in time, so the old horse rode the horse himself, fearing that the city leader would misunderstand and shoot him again, so he brought only one soldier and rushed over across the road of death.

Then Lao Suntou saw his close comrade-in-arms Ma Huihui, and after hearing everything that happened in the city, he was stunned on the spot: he is a deputy commander, and if he has some Tartar heads on hand, he dares to despise the boss , not even let in the door?Santunying is not your Cao family's!

However, the old grandson only lost his temper for 2 minutes, and then he became discouraged.Lao Sun came here from Yongping, so he knows better than Lao Ma how many Tartar heads are in the hands of the crossing crowd—there are so many heads, that, it seems, the arrogance is also arrogant, as if the two old men, What can't be done to the person surnamed Cao?
That night, on the left and right sides of the Santun camp, in the tents on the mountain road, there were respectively the Grand Scholars and Wu Jinglue resting.And a certain deputy chief soldier with a small rank and low rank slept soundly on the Babu bed in the back house of the general soldier's mansion after eating barbecue, like a child.

(End of this chapter)