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

Chapter 365 Short night attack, despair without victory!
"Hey, it looks pretty cool!"

Just as Daming was preparing reinforcements to support Jerusalem, the troops sent by the Ottoman Empire also rushed outside Jerusalem.

Standing on the city wall, Qi Yuan, holding a telescope, couldn't help chuckling as he watched the camp in the distance and groups of Ottoman soldiers on patrol.

Line array, in the eyes of the West, is still a very advanced strategy, and Ming Dynasty stopped playing it a few years ago.

The current Daming, the main force of the National Defense Army, is fighting in a three-three skirmish style, coupled with advanced weapons, to deal with this kind of line infantry phalanx, it is like hammering an egg, one hammer is accurate.

But Qi Yuan had to sigh, this group of western white pigs are quick to learn.

If a few years ago, when Ming Dynasty was still using the line infantry phalanx, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose against the current elite army of the Ottoman Empire.

"How? Are you confident to defend?"

Sa Xuer, who was also holding a telescope at the side, saw the enemy's military camp with both offensive and defensive capabilities, and asked Qi Yuan worriedly.

"Hehe, you should ask me if I have the confidence to take him down."

Taking back the binoculars, Qi Yuan smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm not bragging, 1000 people!"

Qi Yuan stretched out a finger, and said to Sa Xuer: "I only need 1000 soldiers, and I can beat up the guys on the opposite side, and even his mother can't be found."

Saxuer was even more puzzled now.

"Since you have the confidence to deal with these guys, why did you ask Luo Ke to send troops back?"

Qi Yuan shrugged, and while walking towards the command room on the city wall, he replied: "Although I have the confidence to deal with those guys on the other side, but the other side is not a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken, and the battle will definitely not avoid casualties. "

"This is not our territory, let alone our country. Why should I take my brother's life to defend the territory of other countries."

After speaking, while Sa Xuer was thinking, Qi Yuan waved his hand and said: "Send a telegram to Luo Ke, tell him to hurry up, the guys on the opposite side have a rest today, and they will probably attack tomorrow."

"There will be casualties in battle. I don't want my brothers to die in battle in a foreign land in order to protect foreign people."

Sa Xuer nodded with a smile when she heard the words, followed Qi Yuan into the command room, and sent a telegram to Luo Ke in the far north, urging him to send troops back quickly.

And in order for the other party to speed up their march, Sashur also promised the other party that the troops who came back for rescue would not need to bring heavy weapons such as artillery, as the city of Jerusalem had already prepared them for them.

Luo Ke, who received the telegram, learned that the Ottoman army had surrounded the city of Jerusalem. Under tension, he hurriedly urged the rescue troops to rush to the city of Jerusalem as quickly as possible to annihilate or drive away the Ottomans.

Outside Jerusalem, in the Ottoman camp.

Oqibenli looked at the two kinds of flags on the city of Jerusalem, frowning tightly.

He knew the flag of the Roco Kingdom, but he had only heard of another unfamiliar flag. If he guessed correctly, it should be the flag of the Ming Dynasty that His Majesty the King mentioned.

"Damn betrayer, he actually gave the city of Jerusalem to those yellow-skinned monkeys in the east."

Looking at the soldiers on the city wall wearing military uniforms that were completely different from those in the West, Ochbenli couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Western weapons and warfare methods are almost all learned from the Eastern Ming Dynasty. The military strategists of various countries in the West know very well that in terms of weapons and combat skills, the West is more than one generation behind the East, or even several generations.

Some military experts estimate that if the most elite army in the west now meets the troops in the east.

It is still unknown whether 1 people can defeat 1000 opponents. This is still advantageous. If the two sides are equal, [-] Ming soldiers can chase [-] Western troops.

This is not the gap between the soldiers of the two sides, but the gap in weapons and equipment.

The most sophisticated gun in the West is the flintlock gun in use today.

And what about Daming?

According to the factions they fought with each other or the information they inquired, Ming soldiers generally used a type of rear-loading paper bullet rifle, and even some elite troops were equipped with copper shell bullets.

That rifle shoots very fast.

The most skilled fusiliers in the West can fire up to 3-4 rounds per minute.

According to what they learned, Ming soldiers using new weapons can fire 1 or even 10 rounds of bullets in a minute under simple aiming.

In addition to the number of bullets fired, the range of the two parties is not in the same order of magnitude.

Daming's new breech-loading rifles have an effective range of 300 meters, and the maximum range even reaches 600 meters or even 700 meters.

As for western flintlock guns, the general shooting distance is only 70 meters to 80 meters, and the hit rate is still very poor.

If you want to improve the hit power and lethality, 30 meters to 40 meters is the best distance.

But such a short distance is enough for Ming soldiers to kill them twice one by one.

It is also because of various reasons that many military experts in the West do not recommend going to war with Ming Dynasty, because in their view, there is no possibility for the West to win due to the technological gap between the two sides.

Of course, there is no solution.

Based on the study of Ming Dynasty, some military experts in the West proposed two ways to deal with the Ming army.

The first is to load the flintlock gun with bullets and bayonets, rush to the side of the Ming army in the way that scattered soldiers are not afraid of death, and after a round of shooting, fight hand-to-hand with the opponent.

The second method is to launch a surprise attack at night.

No matter how sophisticated a weapon is, its combat effectiveness will plummet at night. Although Da Ming has powerful weapons, they haven't discovered that Da Ming has a solution to night combat.

Therefore, these two methods are the only possibility for the western army to defeat Ming Dynasty.

"It seems that if you want to occupy this city, you can only choose to fight at night. I hope the Ming army will do what those military strategists said!"

Taking back the binoculars, Aoqibenli sighed, and decided to test it out tonight to see if the Ming army was as powerful as the legend said.

Perhaps even God blesses Westerners. Tonight is a cloudy day, covered with thick dark clouds, stars and moon, and the whole land is pitch black.

The first half of the night was peaceful, but in the second half of the night, when people were most sleepy, there were some noises in the Ottoman barracks.

Some soldiers who did not wear armor but only wore simple leather armor, holding wooden shields and blades wrapped in black cloth, protected thousands of soldiers holding flintlock guns and carrying explosive barrels, and slowly moved towards Jerusalem. The city is approaching.

Aoqiben didn't plan to attack on a large scale, he just wanted to test tonight to see if the Ming army was as powerful as the legend said.

If that's the case, he will consider abandoning the city of Jerusalem, approaching the Rocco army to attack the opponent's logistics, or cooperate with the main army to launch a sudden attack when necessary.

If the Ming army is not as powerful as it is said in the legend, but just a paper tiger, the tentative attack will turn into a ferocious attack, trying to take down the holy city of Jerusalem, the Holy Land of the Three Religions, before the Roco Legion comes back to rescue.

There are two types of soldiers sent out in Aoqiben, considering whether cold weapons are more lethal in close combat at night, so this half-old and half-modern army was formed.

There were not many troops in this sneak attack, only more than 2000 people, and the leader was Olavimo, the son of Ochibenli.

Oravimo, who was instructed by his father, was very careful along the way, always vigilant about the situation of the city wall.

The camp where the Ottoman troops were stationed was ten miles away from the city of Jerusalem.

The reason why they camped so far away was to guard against the fire of Ming artillery.

Moving forward vigilantly and quickly, it took nearly an hour to reach a mile away from the city of Jerusalem.

Looking at the flames on the city wall in the distance and the dense barbed wire under the city wall, Oravimo took a deep breath, patted the two soldiers with large scissors, and let them start to move.

Two soldiers wearing leather armor and holding large scissors crawled forward slowly, dragging the scissors after receiving instructions.

When they came to the barbed wire, one held the barbed wire to prevent noise, and the other held a large pair of scissors, gritted their teeth and cut hard.

There were only a few clicks, and a gap was cut in the barbed wire.

The two soldiers who got rid of the first barbed wire fence got into the gap and began to crawl forward slowly.

Olavimo also led the troops, one by one through the barbed wire.

one two three...

When the sixth barbed wire was cut, the gate of Jerusalem appeared not far from them.

Seeing that the Ming army has not discovered their actions until now, Oravimo couldn't help showing a sneering smile.

Father looked really old, and some rumors frightened him into paranoia.

If the Ming army was really that smart, how could it not have noticed that they were approaching the city gate.

Glancing at the faint fire on the city wall and the sound of patrolling footsteps from time to time, Oravimo took a deep breath, took out a flintlock pistol with his left hand, took off the hatchet behind his back with his right hand, and slammed With a wave forward, the order to attack was launched.

"Whoa..."

A group of Ottoman soldiers holding wooden barrels slowly got up after receiving the order from the leader, and quickly rushed to the door holding the wooden barrels.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a soldier holding a wooden barrel and running forward stepped on something under his feet. He only heard a click, and a small iron barrel bounced from the ground. Before anyone else could react, what was it?

With a bang, the small iron bucket exploded instantly, and countless steel balls were sprayed out, and the group of soldiers who rushed up fell to the ground in an instant.

"Enemy attack!"

This explosion also reminded the city wall. After a while of shouting, a small window suddenly appeared on each of the two city gates, and then two tubular muzzles were protruded, emitting long tongues of flame.

"Da da da…"

Bullets flew wildly at the gate of the city, and some Ottoman soldiers who couldn't hide in time were shot to the ground screaming.

On the city wall, grenades with gunpowder tails were thrown down one by one, and the violent explosion covered the position tens of meters in front of the city gate.

What was even more unfortunate was that a wooden barrel carried by an Ottoman soldier was destroyed by an explosion, and black gunpowder was scattered all over the sky.

When the gunpowder powder touched the wood that was ignited by the explosion, the flames shot up into the sky instantly, and then the other wooden barrels reacted on the spot and made a deafening roar.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting!"

Fierce shooting lasted for a quarter of an hour. When an officer heard that there was no response from below, he called to stop the soldiers who were throwing grenades at the bottom. After the soldiers fired a flare, they looked up and waved. Get everyone back to normal.

Aoqiben, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked at the city gate that was motionless, and silently closed his eyes.

Is it the gap?
His son and the 2000 soldiers died at the gate of the city with little resistance.

He didn't know if anyone was still alive, but in the dense explosions and crazy shooting, Ochben estimated that even if there were people alive, there would not be more than a hundred people.

"What kind of weapon is that, it can shoot continuously..."

Aoqi's mind is full of the city gate, the frantically dancing flames.

He didn't dare to imagine that if Daming had this kind of continuous shooting weapon, wouldn't the line infantry formation they were so proud of be a living target.

As the sky gradually brightened, dozens of wounded soldiers climbed back supporting each other.

Aoqiben didn't find his son in it, and he didn't return to the barracks with an expressionless expression until dawn when the Ming army began to open the door and come out to collect the corpses.

After letting the troops retreat another ten miles, Oqibenli returned to the camp alone, took out a piece of parchment and a quill pen, and began to write.

My dear majesty, when you received this letter, my camp had retreated another ten miles.

Just yesterday, I sent my son to launch a night raid with 2000 soldiers.

In the initial approach, everything went very smoothly, but when they reached the gate of the city, they were exposed.

According to the wounded soldiers, it is a strange weapon. When people step on it, an iron can will pop out, it will explode, and it will shoot countless murderous beads. My son Olavimo was penetrated by a steel ball. head off.

Of course I say this not to make you feel sorry for the loss of my son, but I just want to tell you that this weapon is just an appetizer for night raids.

Next, Daming used a new weapon, a weapon that could shoot bullets continuously.

By Allah, I swear to you, I never thought in my life that there would be such a terrifying weapon in this world.

It is like the sickle of death, if touched by it, the soul will be mercilessly taken away.

It is like a farmer's sickle for harvesting wheat, swinging it left and right, the life touched by it will either die or be disabled.

Here I have to regret to tell you that the line infantry formation, which we thought was very powerful and excellent, is just a living target under this kind of weapon.

I can tell you responsibly that I have no confidence in completing the tasks you entrusted to me, and even have serious doubts about whether we will win the war in the future.

Maybe when I say these words, you will feel very angry and angry, thinking that I am boosting the morale of the enemy and destroying our fighting spirit.

But I have to cruelly tell you that the fact is that the strength of Daming is really unimaginable.

This is just one of Ming's troops. It's hard for me to imagine what kind of horrible scene our Ottoman Empire will face if Da Ming goes all out to launch a war.

As your most loyal soldier, I have to suggest to you here that before we have the strength to confront Daming head-on, a temporary compromise may be a very good choice.

Commander of the Ottoman Expeditionary Legion, Morad Ochbenri!

After writing his name and stamping his own mark, Aoqibenli handed the letter to the messenger.

"You must give it to His Majesty the King yourself, and tell him that I will fight according to the second method."

After the messenger left, Ochbenli glanced at the city of Jerusalem and the place where his son died, silently picked up the hat and put it on his head, and retreated to the distance with the troops.

(End of this chapter)