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

Chapter 304 The nightmare of the west, the yellow-skinned devil from the east!
"You 5 to [-] people are being chased like this by thousands of Ming troops?"

On the Sarai border, the generals sent by the Golden Horde stared at the extremely embarrassed people from the east, and asked in disbelief.

The tens of thousands of people in front of them are not human at all, all of them are dressed in rags, their faces are sallow and emaciated from hunger, and their lips are chapped and bleeding due to lack of water for a long time.

Looking at the entire team, most of them are young people, and there are almost no old or weak people.

It can be seen from this that the gang of old and weak were either abandoned or killed by the Ming army.

And as the best partner in the grassland, the strong horse treated like a family member is also skinny at this time. Looking at it, if it weren't for the ears and tail that moved from time to time, he would have thought that there was a pile of bones in front of him. .

"Forty to fifty thousand people!"

Tuotuohua, the leader of the remnant forces of the Eastern Grassland tribe, glanced at his former enemy, and shook his head with a wry smile.

When they left Beihai, they had a total of 12 people. They fled in embarrassment along the way, lost, starved to death, and killed by the Ming army. Due to various reasons, the huge army is now only 5. Early.

That is to say, on the road of thousands of miles, more than 7 people fell down on the way to escape.

"Hmph, you Eastern tribes are really embarrassing to your ancestors and Genghis Khan."

The leader of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom cursed disdainfully when he saw his appearance.

Tuotuohua didn't make any excuses, just lowered her head silently and led the clansmen to the back of the team.

They came to flee for their lives and seek refuge in the Golden Horde, and they have to look like they are seeking refuge. If they are stubborn and refused to accept them by the Golden Horde, they can only continue to go into exile or be killed by the Ming army. No matter what the process is, the final result of the two is that they fall on the grassland that raised them.

"Woooooooo..."

A burst of horns sounded ahead, and the leader of the Golden Horde Han looked up, and saw puffs of smoke rising from the horizon in the distance.

"Boys, the two-legged sheep is here. The tribes in the east have forgotten the bravery of their ancestors, and they have nowhere to escape from being beaten by the weak two-legged sheep."

"Hahaha…"

There was a burst of mocking bombardment, and the Dongfang tribe led by Tuotuohua showed no shame or anger on their faces, they just lowered their heads silently, and continued to go to the hinterland of Jinzhanghan under Tuotuohua's command.

They have seen the strength of the Ming army, especially the weapon that can harvest human lives with a burst of sound and fire from a long distance.

It is simply the scythe of death. Wherever it points, a large number of people will die. If it is hit in the hands and feet, it will not even be possible to fish out the whole body.

As far as the 2 troops of the Golden Horde Khanate are concerned, it's not that Tuotuohua grows the enemy's morale and destroys his own prestige. According to his estimation, it is not bad that these guys can last an hour without defeat.

So take advantage of this cherished time, run as far as you can, if you can enter the city to hide, that would be the best.

Contemptuously glanced at the eastern tribes, the leader of the Golden Horde, pulled out the powerful flintlock gun from the west at his waist, and pointed in the direction of the smoke.

"Boys, take out your scimitars, draw your bows and arrows, and let these two-legged sheep in the Central Plains recall the fear of being dominated by our ancestors."

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho!"

The soldiers of Jinzanghan Kingdom raised their weapons and let out excited roars, all of them were excited and ready to charge.

As children of the prairie, they yearn for the domineering spirit of their ancestors to conquer the world, especially the legendary Central Plains, which they yearn for even more.

It's a pity that their fief is in the remote west, and they have only heard about the world in the east, but have never seen it with their own eyes.

They heard from their ancestors that the two-legged sheep in the east are very weak. When you swing a machete, they will kneel on the ground and let you kill them.

The skin of the women there is so tender that water can be squeezed out, there are gold and silver everywhere, there are endless fertile fields everywhere, and the army there is not even as good as a flock of sheep, and they will disperse as soon as they rush.

Although they didn't have the chance to fight in the Central Plains like their ancestors did, but being able to fight against the Central Plains troops today can be regarded as making up for the regret in their hearts.

"attack!"

"Woooooooo..."

The leader of the Golden Horde Han raised his flintlock gun and gave the order to attack.

The 2 legion was divided into several offensive troops, led by their respective leaders, and slowly pressed towards the place where the smoke and dust rose in the distance.

In the smoke and dust on the opposite side, dozens of Sanbengzi covered with iron sheets lined up in three offensive formations, followed by the cavalry corps, heading towards the enemy in an offensive posture.

In the three offensive formations, the three leading vehicles in front of them all had a gleaming heavy machine gun mounted on them.

In the carriage behind, a soldier of the Shenji Battalion equipped with a new type of pull-bolt rifle squatted beside each shooting hole, waiting for the order to shoot.

In the first echelon at the front, Zhu Zhangui drove three jumps, tried his best to control the direction, and maintained the most perfect attack speed.

The old man was holding two revolvers beside him. His eyes under the sunglasses looked coldly at the cavalry regiment that was slowly approaching from the opposite side, with a bloodthirsty smile on his corner.

"The ministries are ready, the left and right wings bypassed, and I surrounded them to death. I ate these more than 2 dim sum."

"Obey, obey!"

Jiang Huai and a commander who commanded the other two echelons quickly replied, then bypassed left and right, and surrounded the rushing Jinzhang Han troops.

Thousands of people surrounded 2. Even with advanced weapons and equipment, I am afraid that ordinary generals would not dare to make such a risky move.

The two legions were getting closer, and soon the commander of the Golden Horde heard a strange chug.

"What's that sound? Did the Ming army's mount change creatures?"

Just when the leader was curious, a group of steel behemoths split into three directions and protruded from the smoke and dust.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at Bao Tiesanbengzi, who was exuding a cold light under the sun, the leader of the Golden Horde raised his eyes, but his eyes were dazed and confused.

"Da da da…"

All of a sudden, some of the steel chariots rushing in front burst out bursts of flames.

Looking at the flames that radiated the light of death, the commander's heart tightened suddenly, and he always had a bad feeling.

Before he could recover, several warriors beside him fell directly under the horse without even screaming.

Even some steeds had bleeding on their foreheads and white and red blood gushing from their backs, and their bodies fell to the ground stiffly.

Massacre, naked massacre.

Before the old man set off on the craftsman camp, a total of 15 heavy machine guns were manufactured with 20 rounds of bullets.

When Zhu Zhangui went to North Korea, he brought two heavy machine guns and 3 rounds of ammunition, and the old man had 13 heavy machine guns and 17 rounds of ammunition.

With the consumption on the road, there are currently 10 rounds of ammunition in the transport battalion.

During the battle just now, each heavy machine gun was equipped with 1000 rounds of ammunition. This was the first time the machine gunners encountered such a fierce battle.

The unsatisfactory machine gunners chasing after the prairie savages, now they have let go of the sheep, pulled the trigger, and fired wildly at the crowd.

13 heavy machine guns fired intensively, not to mention the Mongolian cavalry charging in dense phalanx at this time, even the elite Western troops during World War I could not hold back.

In the case of such a dense phalanx, the powerful penetrating power of the heavy machine gun can not only kill one person, but also penetrate two or three or even four or five people.

13 heavy machine guns, cross-fired from three angles, reaping human lives, which is more powerful than a combine harvester harvesting wheat.

The distance between the two parties is less than 800 meters. For the galloping Sanbengzi, the distance of 800 meters is just the blink of an eye.

After hearing a few bangs, the middle troops led by Zhu Zhangui directly crashed into the cavalry array of the Golden Horde.

The front of the car swayed non-stop, and Zhu Zhangui held on to the steering handle tightly to prevent the direction from shifting.

He could no longer see the front windshield clearly, it was all covered with blood from the impact, and broken pieces of meat, the kind that even the wipers couldn't clean.

Unable to see the situation ahead, Zhu Zhangui could only rush in the predetermined direction according to the general direction in his heart.

In the rear compartment of Zhu Zhangui, more than a dozen soldiers from the Shenji Battalion kept pulling the trigger on the firing holes.

At this time, there is no such thing as aiming, let alone no time for them to aim.

The only thing they have to do now is to pull the bolt to load, aim at the firing hole, pull the trigger, and repeat the action just now.

The sound of gunshots, the sudden sound of three collapses, and the screams before death kept ringing on the Sarai border.

When the grip in Zhu Zhangui's hand regained its stability, Zhu Zhangui knew that they had smashed through the enemy.

The old man, who was also shooting non-stop at the shooting hole, took out the dagger next to him, wringed the minced meat on the shooting hole vigorously, took out a gap to watch, and looked outside.

"Rush out of the enemy line, turn around and go back!"

Seeing that there were no enemies around, the old man waved his hand domineeringly, and decided to go back and charge again.

"No need, Grandpa, they all ran away."

While the old man was observing the situation from the shooting hole, Zhu Zhangui had already opened the side door and had a clear view of the situation behind.

The cavalry of the Golden Horde Khanate who had been charged by a round was being chased and killed by the [-] battalion of cavalry following behind.

That's right, it's hunting.

The Thousand Battalion of less than 3000 cavalry was waving pistols and sabers at this time, chasing and killing thousands of Golden Horde cavalry who were running wildly.

The fleeing soldiers of the Golden Horde Han no longer had the arrogance and arrogance they had just now, and now they are like a bereaved dog, frantically fleeing with their tails between their legs.

The crazy shooting of heavy machine guns completely broke their courage.

They didn't want to try the feeling of being slaughtered hundreds of steps away.

After the death of the leader of the Golden Horde Khanate, the soldiers of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom had no command, and their discipline was normal, they just let go of the sheep and turned around and fled in embarrassment.

The enemy's escape made the soldiers of the [-] Battalion, who originally thought there would be a bloody battle, happy and helpless.

The happy thing is that they don't have to fight against several times the enemy, but the helpless thing is that since the appearance of this heavy machine gun and the three Bengzi, they, the cavalry who once dominated the entire battlefield, have become the logistics force to clean up the battlefield and chase the enemy up.

In the past, the old man was so rare about them that he even vaguely listed them as the first troops of the Ming Dynasty, but now looking at the figure of the old man who won't come down after the third Bengzi, the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion feel that they have fallen out of favor.

There was a gossip that circulated last year that the 10 battalion would be expanded to [-] people, but it has not yet been realized.

From the point of view of the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion, now that the emperor has three Bengzi and heavy machine guns, it is estimated that their expansion plan will come to nothing.

The battle broke out at noon, and both sides thought it would be a big battle, but it turned out that there was not even time for a shot, and the menacing Golden Horde Army on the opposite side fled in embarrassment.

Of the 2 men who attacked aggressively, under the siege of the Ming army in three directions, less than 3000 escaped.

On the nameless grassland at the battle site, tens of thousands of corpses and horses fell here, and the wailing of the undead and wounded horses was everywhere.

"Oh, I suddenly discovered that fighting is so simple."

The old man stood on the iron roof of Sanbengzi, looked at the whole battlefield, shook his head and sighed.

When encountering these 2 cavalry regiments before, Daming had to dispatch at least 10,000+ troops, and it took several months to end the battle with them, and sometimes even wandered on the grassland for several months without even seeing the enemy.

But now with the fast and durable Sanbengzi, the heavy machine gun with powerful firepower, and the new-style rifle with extremely fast firing rate, the old man suddenly found that fighting is not as passionate as before.

Zhu Zhangui, who was leading someone to wash the car below, heard the old man sigh and said with a smile: "This is normal. When the weapon is powerful enough to crush the enemy, the battle loses its original meaning. .”

"Grandson still remembers that when we went to sea, we only had a few muskets, and we all carried blades to attack the enemy."

"Blood, stumps and broken arms are flying around. From the beginning to the end of the battle, the blood on the body has not faded, and the whole body is extremely excited."

"But now, we can't even see the enemy's face clearly from a distance. We move our fingers and the enemy disappears."

"It's because we didn't bring the cannons. If we wanted to bring new types of cannons, this battle was said to be a battle, but it has actually become a meaningless massacre."

"Hahaha…"

Hearing that the eldest grandson felt the same as himself, the old man laughed out loud, stepped down the ladder, reached out and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

"Little brat, even though it loses the meaning of fighting in this way, it also makes us lose the passion for charging that we used to have."

"But all of this is a good thing for the common people of Ming Dynasty. We would rather suppress the enemy and fight, than let the soldiers give up their excellent weapons and fight the enemy for the sake of emotion or the blood of the charge."

"They were all raised by their fathers and mothers, and they all had a whole family. We feel sad when one of them dies, and their family also grieves."

"As a coach, defeating the enemy and winning is not a skill. The real skill is that you can defeat the enemy and win, and you can also let your soldiers go home safely to reunite with their families."

"As long as a coach achieves this step, no matter how dirty his fighting methods are, in the hearts of his subordinates and the domestic people behind him, he will be treated as the number one general in the world."

Just when Zhu Zhangui, grandpa and grandson were discussing that the war was becoming more and more boring, Tuotuohua was leading his tribe to Sarai dozens of miles away.

"Boss, there is no sound!"

A man on guard heard the faint gunshots behind him disappear suddenly, his heart tightened suddenly, he hurriedly picked up the horse that was still running, and came to Tuotuohua who was frowning, and reported The situation behind.

Tuotuohua glanced back, shook her head slightly, "It's faster than I thought."

After being hunted down by the Ming army for so long, they are very clear about the terrifying weapons of the Ming army.

Originally, I thought that the army of the Golden Horde might be a little rubbish, but with more than 2 soldiers, it is estimated that it can hold out for an hour.

But I didn't expect that these guys were not only garbage, but also garbage, and they collapsed before even holding on for half an hour.

Tuotuohua never thought that the Ming army was defeated, nor did she think that the Ming army was defeated.

Originally, the people on the side of the Golden Horde Han looked down on them when they saw that they had lost their city and land. 10,000+ people were chased by thousands of people and had nowhere to go.

If the Golden Horde wins the battle, their eastern tribes will lose face completely, let alone borrow troops to fight back. It is estimated that the Golden Horn will not even pay attention to them, so it is regarded as For the sake of the same clan, give them a bite to keep them alive.

It was precisely because of these worries that Tuotuohua really hoped that the Ming army would win in his heart, and it was a thorough one.

Looking back, Tuotuohua said to the subordinates around him without hesitation: "Inform the clansmen to hurry up. The army of Jinzhang Han has been defeated. It is estimated that the Ming army will catch up soon."

The slow-moving team speeded up, and a hungry, sallow and emaciated barbarian from the Eastern Grassland drove the hungry, scrawny warhorses towards the city of Sarai, which was faintly visible in the distance.

But before their leading troops approached the city, there was a sound of horseshoes behind them.

Hungry, dizzy, and sore from walking, the Eastern Grassland barbarian quickened his pace of action without looking back.

Tuotuohua looked at the army of the Golden Horde Han who threw away their helmets and armor and fled from the side, a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes.

These guys just laughed at them on the Eastern Grassland just now, but look at their bird-like appearance now, like a lost dog, this appearance is not as good as them.

After all, the Khans in the East fought Da Ming with real swords and guns. Although they also failed, they would not be defeated as soon as they came into contact.

"Hmph, I'm really used to enjoying it in the West, and I have forgotten the bravery of my ancestors."

With a low voice of contempt, Tuotuohua immediately patted his horse and followed the troops into the city.

He was afraid that if it was later, Daming's army would rush over, and the defenders in the city would close the gate, and it would be a complete end.

The city lord of Sarai City is also a coward and coward.

Seeing that the army sent from above has been defeated like this after just contact with the enemy, the tribesmen in the east, nearly a million people have also been killed and only tens of thousands of people are left, they are so scared that they shrink their heads In the shell, he immediately ordered the city to be closed to block the gate, and sent people to rescue other cities.

Although Sarai is a border city, it is also an important town of the Golden Horde. There are tens of thousands of soldiers in it, and tens of thousands of people as their backing.

With so many troops defending such a heavy border city, let alone facing thousands of enemies, even facing 10 troops, it can defend for a period of time.

But this timid city lord went to ask for help before the fight started. It is conceivable that this guy was probably exhausted by the blond girls in the west.

At noon, the Ming army rushed over after having lunch.

"Grandpa, do we want to attack the city?"

Looking at the strictly guarded city in the distance, Zhu Zhangui asked about the old man who was watching with a telescope.

"What city to attack? We didn't come here to occupy the land this time. Even if we occupied it, can we defend it with a few thousand people?"

Taking back the binoculars, the old man talked about his thoughts while walking to the car.

"We came here this time to inform the people in the west that our Daming is not the weak Song Dynasty before. It is to let these barbarians know that I have already confiscated the grassland land in the east. If there is nothing to do, don't go to the east. If we do, we must be ready to wipe out the entire army, or prepare for me to go to Beiju Luzhou to build roads and plant potatoes."

Closing the door casually, the old man put his legs on the console and waved his hand domineeringly: "Come on, let's continue our stroll. We have you here, so we don't have to worry about logistics. Before winter comes, let's take a good look at our future territory."

Hearing what the old man said, Zhu Zhangui got into the car with a laugh, stepped on the accelerator, and led the convoy behind him around the city of Sarai. away from the city.

Sure enough, as he imagined, the old man's trip this time is completely an old lion patrolling the territory, and expressing condolences to the neighbors around him.

The thousands of people around him said they were here to fight, but they were actually more like accompanying guards.

It is only the beginning of August now, and there is still more than a month before winter. Since the old man wants to take a stroll before going back, he should take a good walk with him.

For the next half month, Zhu Zhangui and the old man ran around the Golden Horde with thousands of troops behind them.

Among them, I also encountered enemy troops a few times, but they were all beaten by Zhu Zhangui and the old man.

Later, the Jinzhang Han Kingdom discovered that the thousands of Ming soldiers had no plans to attack the city at all, and they also gave up the idea of ​​attacking and destroying the city.

After all, the terrifying weapons of the Ming army were so powerful that the Golden Horde lost nearly 3 horses in just a few waves of contact.

In the past few years, the power of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom has been declining. These troops are the power to deter the surrounding countries. If there are no such soldiers, let alone the issue of tax collection, the ruling power will probably be in turmoil.

Since these Ming troops did not plan to attack the cities, but just wandered around the country, the Khan of the Golden Horde directly ordered the cities to be strictly guarded, and no attack was allowed without orders.

He even strictly restrained his subordinates, no one was allowed to provoke these Ming troops, just pretend that they didn't exist.

In the view of the Khan of the Golden Horde, as long as winter comes, these Ming troops who have not escaped from the cold will naturally leave the territory of the Golden Horde.

When the Ming army is gone, he can continue to collect taxes and continue to enjoy a happy life.

"Little brat, where is this place!"

As time entered the end of August, the climate on the side of the Golden Horde began to cool down.

The grandpa and grandson of Zhu Zhangui, who had been wandering in the Golden Horde for more than half a month, came to a land of lush forests.

Looking at the beautiful forest in the distance and the green grassy hillsides, the old man in a cloak took a breath of fresh air and asked Zhu Zhangui who was watching with a compass and a map next to him. where?

Zhu Zhangui, who was lying on the carriage to check the map, replied without raising his head.

"According to the guidance on the map, we should have arrived at Ryazan. This is a small principality, that is, the fiefdom of a duke. A little further to the northwest is the Principality of Moscow. If we turn around and go west, there is a powerful country there. country, the name is the Principality of Lithuania."

Zhu Zhangui pulled the map again, pulled it to the west and pointed, "Go further west, and that is the western region I told you about."

"Western region?"

The old man looked back at Zhu Zhangui, "It's the area where Zheng He's hand was broken!"

"Yes, but you have to go through countless countries to get to that area."

The old man didn't speak, just nodded, and came to Zhu Zhangui's side to look at the map.

"These small countries here should be foreign countries of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom. Let's go, let's pay a visit, maybe there will be no unexpected surprises."

After finishing speaking, he thought for a while and ordered: "Let's go back after visiting these two countries. I guess your father and the court should be waiting impatiently."

Zhu Zhangui smiled but didn't dare to answer, put away the map, boarded the car and started to go to the Principality of Liangzan.

In the minds of many people, the West is powerful and rich, but during the Ming Dynasty, this area had nothing to do with civilization at all.

Not to mention drinking blood like a hair, in fact, it's not much different.

Cities are rarely seen here. The villages Zhu Zhangui and others passed by were all small villages with wooden fences, and even brick buildings were rare.

At this time, the Ryazan Principality was in the period of Ivan III's rule. The citizens could not be said to be rich, nor could they be said to be too poor.

It is said that this is a principality, but if it is placed in Daming, it is slightly larger than a county.

As dusk came, Shanna drove the animals back to the shed.

It was a boring day, but also an ordinary day.

After finishing her daily work, she was just about to go home to prepare dinner for her parents, younger siblings, when she heard a strange sound in her ear.

Curious Shana turned her head to look where the voice came from.

I saw a dozen very strange things appearing in the faintly dark place in the south, and beside those things, there was a cavalryman holding a banner.

Shana's eyesight has been good since she was a child. Although it is getting dark now, she can still see clearly the appearance of the cavalry in the distance.

Black hair, yellow skin, and well-crafted armor.

Shana's heart trembled violently, remembering the horrible scene when she was a child.

That night, countless black-haired, yellow-skinned, black-eyed demons rode into the village on fierce horses from hell.

They kill anyone they see, women they see...

Shana's sister, because of her outstanding looks, was humiliated to death by more than a dozen demons. In the end, instead of letting go of her body, they hung her body at the entrance of the village as a target for archery.

When she was young, she hid in the cellar and witnessed this scene with her own eyes. She still can't forget her sister's angry screams and her unwilling eyes after death.

Thinking of the tragedy of her sister's death, Shana screamed in horror, covered her head and turned to go to the village.

While running, she yelled in horror.

"Run, run, the yellow-skinned devil is coming, the yellow-skinned devil is coming!"

(End of this chapter)