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

Chapter 241 I thank your eight generations of ancestors.

"Boom boom boom..."

Uniform footsteps, accompanied by the rumbling drums, slowly pressed forward.

Boxcars followed the team closely, and there were countless murderous arrows inside.

Although the Shenji Battalion is already equipped with advanced muskets, a swarm of bees, a weapon of mass destruction, is still an important configuration in the Shenji Battalion.

It's really cool to feel like a dense rainstorm when this thing is launched.

Standing in the first row of the army, Zhu Zhangui strode forward with his colleagues beside him, holding a gleaming sword in his hand.

The battle flag with red characters bordered with yellow was fluttering in the wind.The blood-red flag exudes a strong smell of blood, licking its fangs bloodthirstyly, staring at the prey on the opposite side.

Alutai on the opposite side, watching the Ming army slowly pressing in, took a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Woooooooo..."

The horn of attack sounded.

"bass!"

The Maoli boy pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and slashed forward.

"Enter!"

"what!"

The Tatar heavy armored infantry roared angrily, carrying a heavy shield weighing nearly a hundred catties, and walked forward slowly step by step.

Behind the heavy shield, a famous archer is ready to shoot, raining death arrows on the enemy at any time.

And the strange thing is.

Behind these archers, there are some soldiers in heavy armor without weapons.

They were wrapped tightly, with a cowhide box on their backs, holding a thread and holding a torch in their hands, and they strode forward amidst the armored infantry holding heavy weapons.

This is the secret killer prepared by Alutai.

After fighting the Ming army for so many years, how could Alutai not pay attention to the fact that Shenjiying became famous in the first battle a few years ago.

He spent a lot of money to obtain the gunpowder ratio of Shenjiying, plus some materials left over from the Yuan Dynasty, and after the research of his subordinates, he also formulated the gunpowder.

The musket couldn't be made, so Alutai listened to his subordinates' opinions and chose another crazy method.

The drums and horns resounded.

The two armies moved forward slowly in silence.

Two miles, one mile, three hundred steps...

When the distance between the two sides reached 200 steps, the sound of rumbling cannons sounded from the rear of the Ming army.

An iron ball whizzed out and smashed into the Tatar army fiercely.

"Puff puff…"

The iron ball fell and smashed through the bodies, and the bloody stumps flew wildly in the army formation. The screams of death and the wailing of injuries resounded everywhere in the army formation, destroying the ears and heartstrings of the Tatar soldiers.

Although there is fear in the heart, no one retreats and no one is timid.

This battle is a battle of life and death for the race, and only by defeating the enemy is the hope of survival.

The Ming army is for race, so why not them.

Many people have said their final goodbyes to their families before setting off.

Arutai even preached before the battle that we all must die in this battle to fight for a way out for our wives, children and descendants.

"Row!"

When the distance between the two parties was 180 steps, the Maoli boy suddenly shouted.

The Tatar heavy infantry, who were slowly advancing with their shields in hand, gritted their teeth and carried the shield, and quickened their pace.

It can be said that they have a deep understanding of Shenjiying.

Knowing that at this distance, the power of the Shenji Battalion is at its maximum.

There is only one way to defeat the Shenji Camp, and that is to withstand several waves of attacks from the opponent and directly fight in close quarters.

The Shenji Battalion without heavy armor, although capable of melee combat, is still far behind those who wear iron armor and hold heavy weapons.

Zhu Zhangui, who led the team forward slowly, saw the other party started to move forward quickly, smiled coldly, and swung the big knife in his hand towards the sky.

"stop!"

Order the troops to stop!

The team of Shenji Battalion stopped instantly.

"war!"

No order was issued on how to fight.

As the elite of the Shenji Battalion who have been trained for many years, they already have dozens of tactics in the face of various enemies.

As Zhu Zhangui issued the combat order, the first two rows of soldiers holding new muskets.

The first row directly crawled on the ground, and the second row squatted on the ground.

The old musketeers in the third row are ready to fire a salvo.

The enemy was 150 steps closer, and many people could clearly see the pattern printed on the opposite heavy shield.

This is not the style of the grassland, it should be supported by others to the Tatars.

Looking at those patterns, Zhu Zhangui felt a bit like the style of the Western Regions.

He just said, the grassland is so short of iron, where did Alutai get so many heavy armor and heavy shields.

The relationship was supported by the raisins in the Western Regions.

The account of the two parties added another sum.

The knife in his hand was raised high, Zhu Zhangui narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung the knife fiercely.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

With an order, the gunshots shook the sky.

The 5000 fusiliers who were ready to shoot pulled the triggers almost simultaneously.

Gunpowder smoke was like billowing clouds, instantly covering the army formation of Shenji Battalion.

Five thousand rounds of projectiles whizzed out, like pouring rain, and slammed towards the opposite side fiercely.

"Crackling...poof!"

The bullet hit the shield like rain hitting a plantain, and there was a ping-pong-pong sound.

For the lucky one, the shield blocked the bullet. Although his arm was numb from the shock, he temporarily saved his life.

The unlucky ones were pierced through the arms, ankles, and even necks by the bullets passing through the gaps.

After a round of shooting, hundreds of people screamed and fell down on the other side, revealing a large gap.

"Bang bang bang..."

The new type of rifle soldier, who had been preparing for a long time on the squatting ground, pulled the trigger without hesitation at the neutral position.

"Pfft..."

"Ah, my legs!"

"My eyes, my eyes..."

There was a sound of flesh being penetrated, and the sound of bullets colliding with armor and clanging iron sounded on the opposite side.

Knowing the heavy armor worn by the opponent, the new riflemen who can accurately aim are aiming at those places that are weak or not protected by armor.

Although many people missed the shot, they still achieved considerable results.

In this round of shooting that was added, hundreds of people fell down on the other side.

Zhu Zhangui frowned slightly, and sighed softly in his heart.

It was exactly as the old man said.

There are no perfect tactics in the world, nor are there perfect weapons.

Enemies are not idiots, they will find ways to restrain themselves after suffering a loss.

Hot weapons are not completely crushing cold weapons.

Don't say it is in this era, even in the Anti-Japanese War period of later generations.

Isn't the big knife team still holding big knives, chopping down devils with airplanes, cannons and tanks, and their heads are rolling.

In the two rounds of shooting just now, it seemed that the battle was not small, and thousands of people fell on the other side, but Zhu Zhangui estimated that there were not even 100 people who were actually killed.

The distance between the two sides was less than 100 steps, and the archers behind the Tatar heavy infantry had already put their arrows on the string and were ready to call.

"Boom boom boom..."

As the distance between the two sides narrowed, the tiger squatting guns behind the Shenji Battalion began to show their power.

The 200 tiger squatting guns of the front troops fired a salvo, and the opposite side was directly enveloped by the explosion.

The screams and wailing sounded on the opposite side, and countless Dada soldiers sprayed blood and fell to the ground clutching their wounds.

But the pace of the Tatar Legion did not stop.

Regardless of the dead and injured of the same clan, the Tatar soldiers trampled on their corpses and moved forward quickly.

80 steps.

The Tartar archers had drawn their bowstrings, raised them to the sky, and were ready to throw.

The heavy shield in front of him gritted his teeth, stubbornly resisting the rain of bullets from the opposite side, and walked forward step by step.

One fell, and another followed, filling the gap in front of him.

At this moment, everyone is not afraid of death or sacrifice.

There is only one thought in their minds, rush up, rush up, and kill the Ming army without leaving a single piece.

"Damn, I knew I brought the Heavenly Arrow!"

Looking at the Tatar army who spread their corpses without fear of death, Zhu Zhangui scolded Gou Niang in a low voice.

As the saying goes, those who are arrogant are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying.

In the past, the Shenji Battalion was able to establish its prestige because the enemy did not understand muskets, and under a sudden attack, they must have panicked.

Coupled with the fact that it is not a desperate battle to protect the clan, it is normal for the defense line in the heart to collapse.

And now the Tatars on the opposite side have roughly figured out how to use firearms.

When encountering artillery formations, disperse to reduce their own casualties.

When encountering musketeers, use heavy armor and heavy shields to resist. Even if you can't completely block the enemy's shooting, you can greatly reduce the distance between the two sides and reduce the casualties of your own side.

At this time, the tactics of the musketeer army were three tricks.

Artillery bombarded, infantry salvoed, bayonets charged.

Once these three axes are no longer effective, retreat is the only option.

Using a bayonet to fight an enemy in heavy armor at close quarters, only a person with a deep brain will do this.

So Zhu Zhangui retreated.

When the distance between the two sides was 50 steps and the Tatar archers were about to let go of the bowstring, Zhu Zhangui gave an order, and the chariot soldiers ignited a swarm to cover the retreat of the infantry of the Shenji Battalion.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

The New Year's atmosphere suddenly arrived.

Nearly a hundred chariots swarmed, emitting a burst of gunpowder smoke.

More than 3 feathered arrows moved forward rapidly under the impetus of the sky-changing monkey.

"Defend!"

Maoli Boy, who had been staring at the Ming army, immediately gave the order to defend on the spot when the swarms were ignited.

The Tatar soldiers who rushed to the front were all the elite Tatars.

Although they couldn't follow orders and prohibit orders like the Shenji Battalion, they were all veterans of the battlefield, and they responded extremely quickly.

As soon as Mao Lihai's order sounded, the heavy infantry who was charging slowly stopped immediately, and the heavy shield in their hands hit the ground fiercely.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

Driven by the Sky Piercing Monkey, the arrow feathers smashed onto the shield.

Occasionally, a few of them flew over, but they were also blocked by the armored infantry with their round shields.

This round of swarming fire only brought about a hundred casualties, which was not as great as that caused by muskets.

Zhu Zhangui, who was retreating to the rear of the Fifth Army Battalion with the Shenji Battalion, turned around and saw the situation, and he was unwilling to scold Gou Niang severely.

The old man in command of the Chinese army saw the situation with a telescope, his expression remained unchanged, but there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Sure enough, as long as the enemy understands any weapon, the combat capability will be greatly reduced!"

He had thought that the Shenji Camp would be restrained, but he didn't expect it to come so early.

"attack!"

A swarm of bees is a one-time weapon, and its play time is extremely short.

From igniting the fire to the end, it was just that trembling effort.

Before the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the Maoli boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he ordered the troops to attack in an all-round way.

"kill!"

The ancient army battles are not like those shown on TV, where they yelled and ran with all their strength at the beginning of the battle.

That's stupid behavior.

The battlefield is chaotic in order to let the voice of the officer be transmitted to every soldier, so that the officer can clearly hear the drums and horns on the podium.

Shouting is generally not allowed.

When attacking the enemy, it is even more impossible to rush forward in a mess.

Bandits don't fight like that.

Before the commander has issued a full-scale attack, no matter what the situation is, the soldiers must keep the entire army formation intact.

Even if you beat the dog in the water and launch an all-out charge, you must be consistent with the team.

Running around, shouting and screaming, without any appeasement, all will be executed.

The Tatar heavy armored soldiers dragged their shields and slowly attacked the Fifth Army Battalion, which was also approaching.

The two parties were like fighting cocks, approaching each other very slowly, while resisting the rain of arrows shot by the archers of the two parties.

"Grenade!"

When the distance between the two sides was less than 10 steps, there was a burst of shouting from the Fifth Army Battalion.

Hundreds of bombardiers transferred from Shenji Battalion took out grenades from their pockets, ignited the fuse and threw them out forcefully along the gap left by the shield hand.

"Dang bang bang bang..."

The grenade that hit the heavy shield was bounced off, and the one that fell on the iron armored soldier's round shield behind was photographed aside.

"What is this thing? Is it an iron stone?"

An armored infantryman who saw a grenade for the first time, looked suspiciously at the iron bump that fell at his feet and was emitting white smoke.

"To shut up!"

His captain glared at him, glanced at the smoking iron lump, raised his foot and kicked it to the feet of the heavy infantry in front to prevent anyone from being curious and distracted.

"Boom..."

A loud noise sounded from the front, and the captain's ears were buzzing. He looked at the heavy infantrymen who had fallen in front of him in a dazed way, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

"Captain, you..."

The ironclad stared at the captain.

"Shut up, I saved your life!"

The armored infantry was silent for a moment, and at the same time thanked the captain's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.

"Boom!"

The two Great Walls of steel collided fiercely, and the shield soldiers squeezed hard against each other, blocking the opponent's impact, and at the same time trying to squeeze the opponent's defense line.

The spearmen and the sicklemen kept stabbing from under the feet of both sides.

People kept screaming and fell to the ground, and then they were stabbed into sieves by sickle spears.

Rain of arrows, smoking grenades, and throwing guns kept flying over the heads of both sides.

"Long live Longevity!"

Just when the infantry on both sides were killing each other, dozens of roars suddenly sounded from the Tatar side.

Immediately afterwards, several strong men threw a tightly wrapped and thin man directly from the opposite side, and smashed it heavily into the ranks of the Fifth Army Battalion.

Regardless of the pain of the fall and the swords being cut from all directions, the man who was thrown roared and rushed towards the shields in the front row of the Fifth Army Battalion.

"Boom..."

Red flesh and blood stumps shot up into the sky, and the surrounding soldiers were knocked down by the shock wave.

A junior officer of the Fifth Army Battalion shook his stunned head vigorously, and got up from the ground leaning on a knife.

The blood in front of his eyes was bloody, and the brothers who had blocked the Tatar heavy infantry in front of him had disappeared at this time.

"Roar!"

Before the smoke and dust dissipated, a heavy ax fell from the sky and struck the young officer.

The little officer with rich combat experience didn't even hesitate, and raised his knife to block it.

The heavy ax is powerful and heavy, coupled with the blessing of homeopathic strength, a thin knife can't block it at all.

The heavy ax fell straight on the officer's helmet.

The steel knife made of fine steel was broken into two pieces, and the thick helmet was cut in half by a heavy axe like paper paste, and the officer's head was attached.

A scuffle broke out on the connecting line between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)