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

While Eastern Great Ming was celebrating its victory, the Western Alliance was dead silent.

The royal capital of Poland, Krakow, inside the palace.

Representatives or kings of each country looked at the floor or the water glass in their hands in silence.

They never thought that failure would come so fast and so fiercely.

Everyone is mentally prepared for the possibility of losing against Da Ming.

Even the top executives like them didn't think about winning.

All they did was to drag Da Ming into the quagmire of war, and then forcefully drag Da Ming to the negotiating table.

However, reality gave them a slap in the face.

Daming's power is far beyond their imagination.

More than 20 troops.

It didn't last even a day, and it collapsed across the board.

Oh, no, it should not be said that the whole line collapsed, but it should be said that the entire army was almost wiped out.

In order to withstand the first wave of powerful Ming Ming attacks, almost all countries sent elite troops.

As a result, the day was gone.

Some kings who suffered heavy losses glared viciously at Omurad, who was also silent, and Joan of Arc, who was sitting in a corner and drinking tea silently.

"Monsieur Aumurad, Madame Joan of Arc, don't you want to say something?"

The King of England was the first to attack the two.

In this first round of battle, he invested 1 soldiers, and he was still an elite who had fought against France for several years.

All of a sudden it disappeared.

When he received the news, he was so distressed that he almost passed out.

"What to say, is there anything to say? If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say."

Omurad glanced at him and directly admitted his defeat.

"Hehe, you have nothing to say, then shouldn't you give an explanation to my tens of thousands of elite soldiers?"

The other party looked so calm that a king slapped the table angrily.

Aumurad glanced at him, "Hehe, elite soldiers, if you call the soldiers who turn around and run away elite, then I can hardly imagine how bad other troops in your country will be."

"Your ten-thousand-thousand army is the right wing of the first front. Da Ming just attacked tentatively. Your commander actually left the position and ran away."

"It caused our flank to fall. If I hadn't ordered the troops to retreat quickly, I'm afraid it wouldn't last even a day, and we would have been defeated in half a day."

"you…"

Seeing that the other party belittled his soldiers so much, the king angrily touched the sword at his waist, wanting to fight the other party desperately.

"Okay, everyone calm down, the matter has already happened anyway, there is no point in arguing any longer, let's think about how to fight against Daming."

"After all, Ming's forward troops are less than 100 miles away from us. If we can't discuss a countermeasure, we can only evacuate here."

Under the pleading eyes of Joan of Arc, the King of France stood up and became a peacemaker.

The other kings who wanted to make trouble, snorted coldly and sat back in their seats.

"Mr. Aumurad, you are the military commander of the alliance, and you have fought against the main army of Ming Dynasty. After this failure, I believe you have summed up a lot of experience."

When everyone was silent, the King of France looked at Al Murad.

Many kings objected to Omurad's becoming military commander.

But let them choose the commander-in-chief, and they can't choose.

They have never been in contact with the Ming army, and they don't know anything about Da Ming's combat methods and the weapons they use.

As a commander, it is completely irresponsible to lead troops into battle without even knowing the enemy.

So after a final show of hands, Omurad finally won the position of commander-in-chief of the entire army.

However, the other big forces did not suffer, and they also won the positions of commanders who defended several other important positions.

After the King of France finished speaking, everyone looked at Omurad and Joan of Arc who had stood up again.

Looking around at the crowd, Omurad thought for a while and replied: "Our initial thinking was actually wrong."

"In the beginning, we thought that with our geographical advantage, we could stop Daming's progress."

"It's a pity that we underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Ming Dynasty's main army, and even underestimated their powerful artillery capabilities."

"Do you know what happened to us on the frontal battlefield a few days ago?"

"Tens of thousands of cannons, great Allah, I have never seen so many cannons in my life."

"But Daming, they can put so many artillery into the army to attack."

Hearing that there were tens of thousands of artillery pieces, everyone on the battlefield looked a little more solemn, and there was a look of bewilderment in their eyes.

Forgive their ignorance.

They really can't think of what kind of disaster will be caused by launching tens of thousands of artillery together?
And Daming's artillery is different from theirs.

It's not the kind of solid shot, but the kind that explodes as soon as it hits the ground, and there are almost no living things within dozens of steps.

This is just one cannon, if tens of thousands of cannons are fired in unison.

Thinking of this, many people present shuddered.

At the same time, the eyes looking at Omurad and Joan of Arc were slightly softened, without the indifference and anger at the beginning.

"Except for artillery."

"Da Ming also has flying combat weapons that cover the sky and cover the sun. They can launch attacks from the sky and drop bombs on our heads one after another. The poor weapons in our hands, let alone attacking them, even their skin Can't even touch it."

"There are also those huge airships that carry more powerful bombs."

"If one is thrown down, there will be no survivors within hundreds of steps. Even if it is a little farther away, if you don't pay attention, the powerful vibration will shatter your internal organs, and you will die or be seriously injured."

"I even saw with my own eyes that a bomb fell on a position of 500 people, and even a single person who came up was gone."

"A few days ago, the Ming flying weapons alone caused nearly [-] casualties to our side."

The atmosphere in the hall became more oppressive, and many representatives of the king began to breathe heavily.

"It's just the opponent's artillery and flying weapons. There are things made of steel on the ground. They can move quickly. Our artillery can only leave a small mark on them."

"And their soldiers are hiding behind this kind of thing, we can't hit them at all, but they can easily shoot our soldiers."

"More importantly, it's the difference in weapons!"

"Their soldiers are all holding iron-cased bullet rifles, which shoot very fast, have a very long range, and are very lethal."

"One bullet fired by our soldiers can shoot at least three or even four bullets on the other side."

"By the way, there is also that kind of continuous-firing gun."

"That guy is simply a murderous iron broom. In just a few breaths, dozens or even dozens of bullets will sweep out."

"And it's not just one or two. I found that almost all of their officers are holding this kind of weapon."

"Gentlemen, we want to defeat this terrifying enemy on the frontal battlefield. It can be said that it is almost zero, so we have to change our tactics."

Seeing everyone pointing out a finger, Omurad Ning said seriously: "If we continue to fight the opponent as we planned at the beginning, we may not be able to persist for a year."

As everyone watched, he came to the map and began to write and draw on it.

All the kings in the hall stepped forward after seeing this scene.

It took Omurad almost an hour to write this, before throwing the pen aside.

Looking at the various arrows on the map, these guys who became kings by inheriting positions suddenly found that their knowledge seemed a little insufficient.

"Your Excellency Aumurad, can you tell me your thoughts?"

Looking at the criss-cross lines on the map, the King of England felt a little dizzy, and looked helplessly at Omurad who was drinking water, hoping that he could explain.

After drinking the water in the cup in one gulp, Omurad nodded.

Picking up a stick, pointing at the arrows on the map, he began to preach: "Our weapons and equipment, and even the training quality of our soldiers are inferior to the opponent's. If we want to gain some advantages in future wars, we must fight hard. of."

"The opponent's tyrannical attack power, we can't bear it at all."

"So my idea is to use the territorial depth of the entire West to disperse the strength that the opponent is now concentrating."

"Then we broke up part of the elite army and attacked their army anytime, anywhere."

"We don't require soldiers to achieve any results. Even if a battle can only kill one person on the other side, this is a victory for us."

"Then……"

Omurad talked about his tactics eloquently, and the kings who listened nodded from time to time, and finally the more they listened, the brighter their eyes became.

When Omurad finished speaking his thoughts, many people couldn't help applauding.

"A very good idea. Mr. Omurad is indeed the best military strategist in the Ottoman Empire."

The King of France, who looked down upon Omurad at first, after listening to the other party's battle ideas, the little prejudice in his heart disappeared without a trace, but a little admiration arose instead.

Omurad smiled modestly when he heard the words.

Ever since he failed in the battle, he has been thinking about how to deal with the Daming Army with such a strong offensive capability.

Later, when he was retreating, he saw a pack of wolves hunting, and he had some ideas in his mind.

Then after a few days of summarizing and supplementing, this tactic came into being.

"Mr. Aumurad, I don't know if your tactics have a name."

The British king next to him looked at the arrow on the map and asked with bright eyes.

Aumurad looked at him and smiled: "Of course there is a name, I call it the deep wolf pack tactic."

"Deep Wolf Pack Tactics!"

That night, 50 miles away from Krakow, in the Daming military camp.

Jianghuai Zhu Gaosui and other generals gathered around a map, discussing in low voices.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Omurad has a good brain, he even came up with a way to restrain us."

Qian Yu sniffed, and couldn't help sighing while looking at the map.

"Fart, what is this? It's just a trick. It's far worse than my old man."

Zhu Gaosui, who had probably finished analyzing the opponent's combat methods in his mind, let out a disdainful scorn.

In this world, the only one who can convince Zhu Gaosui in terms of fighting is his father.

Even if it's my eldest nephew or my second brother, they can't be ranked.

My second brother's battles depend entirely on bravery, as for tactics and tactics, there is only a little bit.

There is no need to mention my eldest nephew, it is completely a local tyrant fighting desperately.

Look at all the fights this kid came in to fight.

Running thousands of miles, he used the tactics used by Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty.

The subsequent battles were all crushed by their own advanced weapons. Compared with all kinds of amazing battles in the old man's life, Zhu Zhangui's battles were completely invisible.

"What do you think of the opponent's tactics?"

After reading the map and analyzing it in his mind, Jiang Huai looked at the generals present.

"To be honest, it's a bit tricky. This can be regarded as a conspiracy."

"No matter how they come, we are going to move forward."

"In this way, our logistics line will be stretched. Although there is an air force to supplement, our army is too large, and the air force cannot replenish it at all."

"But if we want to supply by land, then we must strengthen our troops to guard."

"In this way, the main combat force will be weakened, and we must always be on guard against the opponent's sneak attack. It can be said that no matter what we do, we must take this path."

The former head of the First Army of the Shenji Battalion, and now the deputy chief of staff of the Dongsheng Shenzhou Front Army, expressed his thoughts and helplessness.

Jiang Huai nodded slightly and looked at the others.

Other generals also put forward their own ideas one after another. Although they said different things, they generally meant the same thing.

That's a little tricky.

Finally, Jiang Huai looked down at the silent Zhu Gaosui.

Noticing Jiang Huai's gaze, Zhu Gaosui pondered for a moment, tapped the map, and said slowly:
"We are now in the same predicament as the Mongols."

"The logistical supply is too long, and we must be prepared for various conspiracies and sneak attacks by the enemy at any time."

"We can step up our guard, but one or two days is fine. For a month or a year, soldiers cannot stay on this state of alert for a long time."

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Jiang Huai looked at Zhu Gaosui thoughtfully.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Zhu Gaosui sneered and said, "Didn't the Mongols demonstrate it to us?"

"Kill, kill them until they are terrified, kill them until they see us and tremble."

"The Mongols stopped attacking because they lacked the ability to attack, and it was too difficult to transport supplies, so they chose to stop attacking."

"And we are different."

"We have an air force, a navy, and automobile transportation. Even trains are being repaired here. We have a lot of ways to deliver supplies to the front line."

"We have powerful cannons, and an air force that gallops freely in the sky. It is not an exaggeration to say that our attacking ability is the best in the world."

Speaking of this, he looked at everyone and hammered heavily on the map.

"As long as we learn from the Mongols and completely kill the courage of the enemy and defeat those diehards who resist, the victory of the war will belong to us."

Zhu Gaosui's words made everyone think.

But just for a moment, the coldness in the eyes of each officer became heavier and heavier.

Every general present, which one was not killed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Even a large number of people have participated in the Sakura Project, and it can be said that all of them have blood on their hands.

The more people present thought about Zhu Gaosui's idea, the more they felt it was appropriate.

There is no one in the world who is not afraid of death, even if there is, as long as this stubborn person is killed, the rest will surrender.

Maybe this method is really feasible!

In an instant, many generals' hearts were moved.