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

Chapter 366 Equipment does not represent courage, the real brave is the one who dares to fight and is not afraid of death!
The army of the Roco Kingdom returned to the rescue very quickly. In less than 5 days, the rescue army felt Jerusalem.

The Ming army did not break their promise, and directly handed over [-] artillery pieces and a supply of ammunition to the other party.

And it is discounted at a favorable price.

This matter was decided by Zheng He.

In Zheng He's words: If you want a dog to work hard, you have to throw more bones. Besides, people are coming back to block the wall. If you don't win, we have to fight by ourselves.

Zheng He gave full play to Zhu Zhangui's thought. Don't use your own life to fill a war that can be solved with shells. If it is really unavoidable, then use money and benefits to lure others to work for us.

After receiving the weapons and equipment, Luo Ke came back to help the army commander. He was so happy that he couldn't see his eyes. He shouted that Ming Luo was friendly. After resting for a long time, he took his own army aggressively to fight against Ao Qi. .

"Who do you think will win?"

On the city wall of Jerusalem, all the Ming troops who had no mission came to watch the battle on the city wall, pointing at the battle line between the two armies in the distance, and offering their own ideas and suggestions from time to time.

This is true for the soldiers under his command, as well as for Qi Yuan, who is the commander, and Sa Xuer, the plenipotentiary representative of Daming West.

Holding the binoculars and looking at the two battle lines in the distance, Sa Xuer didn't understand war, so she asked Qi Yuan who was also holding binoculars next to her.

"Hard to say!"

Qi Yuan shook his head, took back the binoculars, and commented: "Although the Roco army uses weapons produced by our Ming Dynasty, and the soldiers are also trained by us, their morale is very poor."

"It's okay to fight with the wind, but if there are too many casualties, or if you encounter a difficult bone, you may collapse at any time."

"As far as I know, the Ottoman army on the opposite side is the direct line of troops of Ottoman King Omurad. Since Omurad ascended the throne, he has fought many wars with him."

"Its commander, Ochbenli, is known as the wolf king in the desert in his empire, and has extremely strong insight and ability to command troops."

"Its own characteristic is that it is good at grasping the enemy's weakness, and then destroying it in one fell swoop, completely defeating the enemy, and winning the final victory in the war."

"The guy Roco sent back, I'm sorry."

Qi Yuan shrugged, "I have never heard of his name, and his record is even more unheard of, and I have a very bad impression of him, so I judge that he is a guy who relies on flattery to get to the top. "

"Therefore, I concluded that Ottoman's chances of victory are [-]%, and Roco's army is only [-]%, and this is still under the blessing of the weapons we gave him."

"Without the weapons and equipment we gave him, his chances of winning are less than [-]%!"

Hearing such a thorough analysis, Sa Xuer gave Qi Yuan a thumbs up.

At the same time, I thought in my heart, no wonder the opponent was sent overseas to lead the army alone. With this observation and judgment alone, he was far ahead of ordinary generals.

"When necessary, shall we give him a hand?"

The Luoke Kingdom is now an ally of Daming, Sa Xuer thought, if her side just watched the other party being defeated and did not make a move, it might be difficult to explain to Luoke.

Qi Yuan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, everything is up to me, and I will take action when the time comes."

This morning, Qi Yuan received an appointment telegram from the imperial court.

From the morning onwards, he was no longer an ordinary regiment commander of the Marine Corps, but the Commander-in-Chief of the Marine Corps of Ming Dynasty.

Before the outbreak of the future war, he will command all the troops in the west, including the five legions supported in the future, all under his command.

Zhu Zhangui also asked him that if the army of the Rocco Dynasty was defeated, he could directly take over its army and build a line of defense in the direction of Jerusalem to block the attack of the Ottoman Empire.

Of course, this order is not absolute. Zhu Zhangui just gave him a general direction. As for how to fight and how to fight, he needs to judge by himself.

If he had the ability to directly crush Ottoman and then capture the entire Ottoman, the imperial court would not blame him for self-propelled soldiers.

Of course, if he started the war without authorization and was defeated later, then he would be fully responsible.

Qi Yuan is still thinking about how to fight the war in the future, but the defense lines in Jerusalem and other places are already under his consideration.

As a general, defeat is counted before the battle. No matter how he struggles in the future, he must defend the canal and Jerusalem.

Otherwise, if the previous war was not won and these two places were lost, then Qi Yuan would be a sinner of Daming through the ages.

"Beep beep beep beep..."

The sound of the trumpet in the distance awakened Qi Yuan who was thinking.

He looked up and saw that the armies of the two countries in the distance had already set up their formations and were ready to go to war.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

The Roco Kingdom took the lead in launching the attack.

The commander of the Roco Kingdom, who has sufficient logistics, doesn't care about saving at all.

Eighty artillery pieces lined up, launching a wild bombardment towards the Ottoman army on the opposite side.

"idiot!"

Looking at the cannons lined up in a row, Qi Yuan couldn't help but curse secretly.

He didn't know whether this officer knew how to fight, and whose artillery was gathered together.

If the enemy sends cavalry to break through the battle line desperately and block your artillery holes, then it will be the end of the calf.

Although he doubted the general's combat command ability, Qi Yuan didn't say anything.

Things belong to others, and they have already paid for them, so they can use them as they want, and it is none of their business.

Although he didn't want to interfere with the other party's command, Qi Yuan still made preparations.

He turned his head to the adjutant beside him and said, "Notify the artillery battalion to target the artillery regiment of the Roco Kingdom. I will fire immediately as soon as I give the order to destroy them all."

"Yes!"

The adjutant saluted, turned around and went to inform the artillery battalion to start preparations.

"You are this?"

Sa Xuer, who heard the order all the time, looked at Qi Yuan suspiciously.

"I'm worried that he won't be able to defend his artillery position. In order to prevent the enemy from taking these artillery pieces and turning around to deal with us, I must destroy them all before it is lost."

"I see." Sa Xu'er nodded, and then he was a little puzzled: "Then why didn't you remind him directly."

Qi Yuan chuckled lightly, raised his binoculars, looked at the distant battlefield where the cannons were rumbling, and said lightly: "Remind him, do you think he will listen to me?"

"Some people will never know what regret is until they touch their heads and break their blood."

"Your kind reminder will not only make this kind of person vigilant, but will also make you think that you are meddling with mice."

Saxuer opened her mouth and stopped talking, raised her binoculars, and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

The rich and powerful Roco Legion shelled for half an hour.

What is puzzling is that the Ottoman army on the opposite side resisted the shelling in a daze, did not launch a counterattack, and even retreated a mile at the last moment.

"Hahaha... What kind of elite army, isn't that the way it is, the whole army is advancing."

The fat man who commanded the Rocco Legion, seeing the elite Ottoman Legion on the opposite side retreating after being hit by his own artillery, pinched his fat waist proudly and laughed.

When the sound of the last cannon stopped, the fat man struggled to draw out the knife from his waist, swung it forward fiercely, and ordered the forward army to attack.

The vanguard corps that received the order advanced slowly along with the marching song.

"Drip...drip...drip...boom boom boom boom...boom..."

This piece is very brisk, but at the same time it has an inexplicable force that moves people's hearts.

The melody came from far away from the battlefield, and the soldiers of the Ming army on the city wall also hummed softly.

This piece of music was composed by His Royal Highness, the name is the March of the Line Infantry, and the nickname is the Happy Song of the Qing Dynasty.

When the Ming army used line infantry to attack the phalanx, this is the song that adjusted the pace of the army.

It's a pity that Daming's equipment was updated too quickly, and this song was relegated to the second line before it went to the battlefield, and became a daily performance song, or a marching song for military music.

Later, Ming soldiers came to the Roco Kingdom, and when they trained these Egyptian soldiers, they also passed on this song.

Therefore, the soldiers of the Roco Legion now will play this piece of music to adjust the formation and footsteps of the army when launching an attack.

Although the soldiers of the Rocco Legion couldn't figure out why they had to bring a band with them during the war, they had to say that the song was really nice and the rhythm was very clear. As long as they followed the drums, the team would not go astray.

"Adjust the formation and prepare for battle!"

Rocco's army launched an attack, and the Ottoman army stopped retreating.

An officer asked the soldiers to line up with their sabers horizontally, and at the same time asked the soldiers to start loading ammunition.

This Ottoman army is worthy of being an elite. As the order was issued, within 10 breathless time, the ammunition was loaded and ready to shoot.

Ottoman Legion, a modification of the three-column firing phalanx.

They felt that it was a waste of time for the soldiers to retreat to the rear after shooting, and then let the rear step forward to fill the position.

So it was adjusted to 4 rows, with the elite shooters in front, and the task of the three rows behind was to load the shooters with ammunition.

This way, the attack will never stand still and the enemy will always be under fire.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the Ottoman soldiers who were ready were confused when they saw the Rocco army advancing slowly in a neat line.

They couldn't figure out why they were fighting so many bells and whistles, and how much people in the Roco Kingdom loved music, and they didn't forget to bring a band to the battlefield when they were fighting.

But even though they thought so, they had to admit that the song was really good, and even some soldiers subconsciously started humming along.

"Don't make a sound, get ready!"

The officer who was walking back and forth in front of the queue heard a soldier humming behind him, and glared at the soldier angrily.

The soldier shrank his neck in embarrassment, and quickly looked forward without squinting, ready to fight.

300 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters...

The two sides quickly reached the effective shooting distance of the guns.

The expected attack of the Rocco Legion did not come, and the Ottoman Legion on the opposite side was still aiming at them with their guns raised.

"Keep going!"

An officer of the Rocco Legion, looking at the rows of black hole muzzles opposite him, swallowed secretly, and ordered the troops that had already slowed down to move on.

This time, the disadvantage of poor psychological quality appeared.

Facing the enemy's muzzle and facing the danger of death, all people will be afraid.

The legs of some soldiers with poor psychological quality in the Roco Pioneer Legion are beginning to weaken.

If it wasn't for the pushing of his teammates behind him and the stern eyes of the officer, he might not be able to walk now.

The distance between the two sides was 80 meters, and the Ottoman Legion still did not launch an attack.

The hit rate of the flintlock is really bad. Even though it is only a short distance of 80 meters, once the bullet flies out of the barrel, no one knows where it can hit.

So the Ottoman army set a shooting standard, that is, a distance of 60 meters.

After rigorous training, the Ottoman army has developed a strong psychological quality. The distance of 80 meters does not have any mental pressure for them.

The elite Ottoman Legion could withstand this pressure, but the Roco Legion could not.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, and the eyes of the enemy on the other side, as if they were looking at the dead, some soldiers finally collapsed mentally.

One of the younger soldiers finally couldn't stand the pressure of death, roared, raised the flintlock in his hand, and tapped the trigger towards the opposite side.

"boom…"

Gunpowder smoke accompanied the sound of gunshots, and a bullet flew out of the gun chamber and flew towards the opposite side quickly.

It's a pity that the shot missed, and the bullet hit the sand in front of the Ottoman army, kicking up a wisp of dust.

But as the saying goes, thousands of miles of dams are destroyed by ant nests.

It doesn't matter if this soldier shoots, but his shot is like toppling dominoes. The Roco Pioneer Legion, who was extremely nervous, let go of the sheep directly after this shot.

"Bang bang bang..."

The team stopped suddenly, and dense gunfire accompanied by gunpowder smoke spread throughout the battlefield.

In addition to the gunshots on the battlefield, there were screams from the Ottoman army on the opposite side.

The weapons used by the Rocco Legion were not researched by the Westerners themselves, they were all retired from the Ming army.

Although these guns have been used for a while, their performance has not deteriorated much.

Coupled with the change of gunpowder, the effective lethality has already surpassed [-] meters.

There was a burst of chaotic gunfire, and the Ottoman army waiting in line on the opposite side fell down in pieces like harvested wheat.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

The same curse sounded in the two army formations at the same time.

The curse on the Roco Legion's side was because the entire battle formation was completely disrupted.

And the curse came from the opposite side, because they did not expect that the flintlock gun that Da Ming equipped for Luo Ke's army was so good.

But at this time, it was too late to regret, and the two sides issued the next order at the same time.

"Go forward 10 meters and prepare to attack!"

"2nd Platoon Shooting!"

The Ottoman Legion issued an order to advance, and the Rocco Legion saw that the battle had already begun, so they did not continue to advance, and directly issued the order to start the war.

"Bang bang bang..."

Rows of gunshots continued to ring out, and the advancing Ottoman soldiers kept falling.

But the Ottoman army did not retreat. Someone fell down in front, and someone behind immediately took the place of the person in front.

In a short distance of 10 meters, at least a thousand people from the Ottoman Legion fell to the ground, either dying or wailing in pain.

"Fire!"

"Row 1, open fire!"

When the distance reached 60 meters, the advance of the Ottoman army stopped. The commander waved a knife with red eyes and loudly ordered to open fire.

On the other side, the Roco Legion had already fought a round, and the soldiers who fired chaotically in the first row just now had already loaded their ammunition.

Both sides ordered the attack at almost the same time.

"Bang bang bang..."

Thick gunpowder smoke rose from both sides at the same time, and projectiles whizzed towards the opposite side, and some even collided in the air, splashing sparks.

"Puff puff puff..."

Brilliant blood flowers bloomed in the two armies, and life became the most worthless thing at this moment.

"Free to fire!"

After the first volley fired, Osman directly gave the order to fire freely.

The Ottoman soldier, who had already changed to a new gun, pulled the trigger again when the opponent changed formation in confusion.

The poor soldiers of the Roco Legion in the second row directly ran into the oncoming bullet rain, causing a large number of casualties in an instant.

"Don't fight...don't fight, run, you can't beat them!"

Suffering two rounds of heavy blows in a row, the Roco Legion, whose morale was already unstable, collapsed instantly.

Regardless of the officer's order, they turned around and ran to the back line.

"Damn it, bastard, stop it... stop it..."

The officers yelled and cursed, and the soldiers who stopped them prevented them from escaping, and fired into the sky to threaten the soldiers to return to their combat positions.

Unfortunately, the Ottoman Legion did not give them a chance.

When the officers of the Roco Kingdom had just stopped the soldiers and yelled and threatened the soldiers, a new round of Osman's shooting came again.

The flower of death unfolded in the army formation again, and the soldiers of the Rocco Legion, whose hearts had already collapsed, screamed and roared and pushed the officer away, desperately running to the back of the formation.

"The cavalry corps attacked, and took advantage of the chaos of the opponent to enter the opponent's artillery position and destroy their artillery."

In Ochiben, where he was commanding the army to fight on a sand dune, he saw the collapse of the Rocco Legion on the opposite side, a smile appeared on his face after being cold for a few days, and he gave the order he had planned long ago.

(End of this chapter)