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

Chapter 415

"Huhuhu..."

The gust of wind gushes out crazily from the sky, blowing smoke and dust everywhere outside the mouth of the valley.

Holding the binoculars in his hand, Lao Xu looked at the corpses everywhere in front of Yixiantian, biting his lips for blood.

Since the arrival of reinforcements from the Western Alliance yesterday, the fighting has never stopped.

Even in the dark night, the other party launched attacks and sneak attacks again and again.

And just this morning, the Western Alliance sent another batch of reinforcements, the number of which was at least 8000.

After these reinforcements arrived, they replaced the light cavalry units that had attacked all night, and continued to launch a fierce attack.

The counterattack of the Ming army on the ground went from intense at the beginning to sparse in the middle. In the round of attack just now, I even thought of a few gunshots and the explosion of grenades.

The battlefield was deadly quiet, and Lao Xu didn't know if anyone was still alive.

He just sent a messenger to ask Li Zhen if he wanted support, but Li Zhen refused.

In the words of Li Zhen.

You are the last line of defense, even if we are all dead, we still cannot take a single step forward.

So he could only watch helplessly as one comrade after another fell under the enemy's bayonet rifle.

"Deputy Battalion Deputy Battalion, good news. A signal came in just now, saying that it was from the flight transport team, saying that our support has arrived. Let us make a mark so that they can deliver the goods."

Just when Lao Xu was considering whether to send a few people up to have a look, the correspondent who was waiting by the radio station rushed over excitedly.

"Damn, they still know to come!"

The excitement he had imagined did not appear. Old Xu still held the binoculars, looking at the front position and the Western Alliance, which was reorganizing its forces and preparing to attack.

Old Xu didn't speak, but a small team leader next to him couldn't help it and started yelling.

The communications soldier shrank his neck, ignored the little captain, and looked at Old Xu.

"It's not easy for me to hold back that kind of energy. They go to the top of the mountain to make a mark, release smoke bombs, and transport the ammunition supplies down as quickly as possible."

After finishing speaking, Old Xu handed the binoculars to another team leader next to him.

Then, while checking his submachine gun, he said: "Send me ten people, there will be more difficult battles ahead, and the front position must not be lost."

"I'll take people to hold it up first, and the supplies will arrive later. If there is long-range firepower, you can provide long-range support, and send a few more people to transport the ammunition by the way."

"Deputy battalion, let me go, you stay here and guard."

Seeing that Lao Xu was about to go up in person, the team leader quickly stretched out his hand to hold him, and asked him to lead the team to set off.

"This is an order!"

Old Xu opened his hand, and ordered ten people to touch the front line.

Along the way, Lao Xu and his men kept turning over the corpses.

Everyone on their own will shout and slap a few times to see if they have passed out or really left.

It's a pity that every corpse is cold, and some are even stiff.

Looking at these soldiers who were in a fighting posture before they died, Lao Xu's eyes were a little moist.

These are all the soldiers he has led for several years, and he can call out the names of each of them. A few days ago, he was sitting together to eat and talk.

The little soldier in front of him without half of his head is only 19 years old this year.

He still vaguely remembered that during the conversation a few days ago, this little guy said shyly that his family had already told him a marriage, and he would go back to get married after the war.

Seeing the remaining soldier with round eyes, Lao Xu closed his eyes with trembling hands, stretched out his hand and pulled down the identity card of the other party, and carefully stuffed it into the satchel beside him.

"Deputy battalion, the battalion commander is here!"

A cry sounded in a low voice, and Lao Xu looked around quickly, and saw a soldier who pushed away the corpses of several Western Union soldiers and pulled out a man covered in blood.

Staggering and running over, Old Xu hugged Li Zhen, whose face was already covered in blood, and slapped Li Zhen vigorously on the face.

"Old Li, Lao Li, wake up, wake up..."

Following his beating, Li Zhen, who fell into a coma, slowly opened his eyes and coughed a few times forcefully.

"water…"

He first looked blankly at the people around him, grinned, and pointed to the kettle on Lao Xu's waist.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly..."

As soon as the kettle was turned on, Li Zhen grabbed it and poured it vigorously.

Old Xu was afraid that the other party would choke, so he patted Li Zhen on the back while persuading him.

"How many are still alive?"

After drinking some water, Li Zhen regained his energy, sat up slowly, and asked Lao Xu hoarsely.

Old Xu and the soldiers he brought fell silent.

Seeing this, Li Zhen looked around at the corpses everywhere, sighed and waved his hands.

"Shrouded in horse leather, this is our destiny. It is the greatest honor for brothers to die on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he helped Lao Xu stand up, climbed to the side of the trench, picked up a telescope that had been broken, and looked into the distance.

"Go collect ammunition, the enemy is about to attack."

As soon as the binoculars were raised, Li Zhen saw thousands of soldiers of the Western Alliance slowly approaching the position in the form of skirmishers with their guns raised.

Old Xu and the ten soldiers responded, leaving some of the ammunition they were carrying to Li Zhen, and then dispersed, preparing to resist another attack from the enemy.

However, before the battle started, there was a burst of roaring sound in the distant sky.

Hearing the sound, the two parties looked up and saw three black spots slowly approaching from a distance.

"Damn it, it's the enemy's air demon!"

The Western Alliance officer who was organizing the attack suddenly changed his face when he saw the black dots flying in the distance, and immediately ordered the troops to retreat.

But Li Zhen and others who were preparing to fight to the death in the trenches had happy smiles on their faces.

Although they felt a little resentful that these guys came late, when these guys came, they suddenly felt relieved.

"Concealment, all concealment..."

Joan of Arc, who was commanding from the rear, sighed helplessly in her heart, and ordered the troops to hide immediately.

"No. 3 boat, No. 2 boat, you continue to move towards the line of sky, and the little mice below are handed over to us."

In the No. 1 boat, the team leader who led the team this time put down the binoculars in his hand and let the two cargo deliverers continue to move forward.

After the two boats responded, the captain of No. 1 turned around and shouted to his brothers: "Lower the altitude and say hello to these little mice."

"Got it, understand!"

The members of the airship chuckled and rushed to their respective posts, preparing to fight.

The driver began to lower the flying altitude, while the attacker came to the position of the machine gun, pulled the safety of the machine gun, and aimed at the Western Union soldiers who were frantically running towards the hiding place below.

"Height 800 meters, height 700 meters, height 600 meters, height 500 meters..."

As the airship descended, the observers on the side kept reporting the altitude.

When the distance reached 400 meters, he only heard a shout.

"The attack height has been reached, and the attack can be launched."

Captain No. 1, who received the notice, didn't even release his hand holding the binoculars, and shouted: "Fire!"

"Da da da…"

The six machine guns mounted on the airship fired directly at the Western Union soldiers fleeing frantically below.

There are three types of airships in Ming's airship legion.

They are transporting personnel, transporting goods, and attack boats like the No. 1 boat.

In the first two types, there are only two self-defense machine guns on the airship.

But attack boats like the No. 1 boat are different.

All of them are equipped with a total of six machine guns, namely the front one, the rear one, the second from the left, and the second from the right.

And below, various types of bombs are also mounted.

In fact, at the beginning, the Artisan Battalion wanted to install artillery on it.

But after trying several times, the effect was not satisfactory, so I had to give up in the end.

However, someone suggested that if a heavy boat is built, it is absolutely no problem to install artillery.

But this question was rejected.

The reason is to build a heavy airship, and you can build 2~3 light airships.

Moreover, there are only 1 to 3 cannons installed on the airship, and they cannot be large-caliber.

Such a firepower configuration will not bring much help to the ground at all.

After all, in their minds, if the thousand or even tens of thousands of heavy artillery on the ground can't handle things, the few artillery on the airship probably won't work either.

Although Zhu Zhangui somewhat disagrees with this question, considering that Daming's current attack power is saturated, and the cost of heavy airships is so high, there is really no need to produce this thing alone.

So at present, Ming's attack boats only have two functions: high-altitude bombing and heavy machine gun attack.

But even so, such attack power is enough to deal with the troops in the current world.

As the six machine guns fired, the Western Union soldiers who were frantically fleeing on the ground were beaten with nowhere to go.

They can use stones and bunkers to block them from left and right attacks, but they have no place to hide from this kind of attack from above.

Even if there are one or two places that can be covered, how many people can be hidden.

These guys were chased by the airship all the way, fled to the distant forest, and escaped from danger.

Joan of Arc, who had retreated into the forest all the way, looked at the airship hovering in the air and didn't plan to leave, and angrily punched the tree trunk beside her.

She knew that the best time to attack had been missed.

There is no chance of getting it back.

"Notify Commander Omurad that my plan to retake the first line of sky has failed, and tell them not to move closer here and turn to other places."

Joan of Arc, who had already decided to give up, asked a soldier next to him to report the news to Omurad in a heavy tone, and asked him to choose to bypass Wangxiong Mountain from another place.

However, before the soldier left, an orderly came galloping over on a horse in the distance.

"General Jeanne d'Arc, Commander Almurad, there is an urgent message!"

Before the horses stopped, the orderly jumped down and handed a letter to Joan of Arc.

Joan quickly took it, opened the letter, and read it at a glance.

The more she looked at her, the more dignified her face became. After reading the last paragraph, her eyes suddenly went dark.

"It's over, the main army is about to end."

This was the first thought in her mind after reading the letter.

Omurad said in the letter.

Just this morning, two troops of Ming Dynasty blocked the roads to the left and right of the alliance's main army.

More importantly, the main force of the Ming army could also catch up, and it was less than fifty miles away from the main force of the alliance.

Now the front is blocked, the left and right sides are blocked, and there are still pursuers behind.

Now they have no way out in other directions except for the direction of the sky.

Folding the letter and putting it in her arms, Joan of Arc looked at the distant sky, staring at the airship hovering in the air, gritted her teeth and ordered the troops to continue the attack.

Although the soldiers were somewhat dissatisfied with this, they did not dare to disobey Joan's order, so they could only bite the bullet and continue to attack against the airship's attack.

It's a pity that until the main force of the Western Alliance arrived, they still hadn't won the position in front of Yixiantian.

On the tenth day of the sixth month of the fourth year of Yongxing, this day is destined to be recorded in the annals of later generations, and a day that will change the world situation.

In the middle of the night after the Western Alliance arrived on the first line of the ninth day, the three forces of the Ming army surrounded it to death.

Before dawn, the Western Alliance organized several breakouts and storms to attack Yixiantian, all of which ended in failure.

After a day's rest, the moment the sun just jumped out of the horizon on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, the main force of the Ming army gathered on standby and began ferocious shelling.

At three poles in the sun, the flying army and the airship troops that had completed the transition carried out another round of bombardment.

When the time reached noon, following the order of the commander-in-chief Jianghuai, the soldiers in charge of the offensive uttered loud shouts, and launched a fierce charge towards the Western Alliance, which was dizzy by the bombs.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Listening to the ear-shattering explosions from outside, as well as the heaven-shattering killing cries, there was silence in the temporary command room of the Western Alliance.

Omura's looked at the map silently, without saying a word.Joan hugged her injured arm, leaned against a stake and closed her eyes without saying a word.

The other officers also lowered their heads one by one, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Report to Your Excellency Commander, the Hungarian Kingdom Legion has reported that they have suffered a fierce attack from the enemy, and they are currently suffering heavy casualties. Please support!"

"Your Excellency Commander, the Spanish Legion has reported that they are running out of ammunition, and hope to send it there as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for them to withstand the attack of the Ming Army!"

"Your Excellency, Commander, the Ottoman Legion reported that their commander was killed in action, and they request to send an officer to continue the battle."

Bad news came in one after another, making the atmosphere in the command room even more depressing.

"Your Excellency, it's time to make a decision!"

In the end, Joan, who was still unwilling to let so many soldiers lose their lives for nothing, spoke up.

In an instant, everyone in the command room looked at Aumurad.

Although many people were dissatisfied with Omurad, they still chose to obey each other's orders at this time of life and death.

The silent Aumurad raised his head, looked at the expecting officers, sighed silently, stood up, and said to everyone: "Generals, I believe you have seen the result, I really want to Leading you to continue to win, but reality and Daming don't give us this chance."

"Now we have run out of ammunition and food, and are surrounded by enemies."

"As for whether there are reinforcements, I believe you know better than me."

"Nearly half a year of war has caused us heavy losses in the entire West. Even if we are lucky enough to break out this time, what about the next time!"

Aumurad's rhetorical question made many generals bow their heads.

"We've done our best, and then we'll have to think for ourselves."

"As a commander, I am also the king of a country. I will not surrender to the enemy. Surrender will only dishonor my country and my reputation."

"How to choose next is up to you to decide."

After speaking, Omurad sat down and stopped talking to others.

The generals looked at each other in blank dismay. They did not expect that at this time, Omurad would give up the pick.

But fortunately, the other party also said something for everyone to decide for themselves at the end.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Omurad, but it may be difficult for you to do so."

Just when everyone was considering whether to surrender or fight to the death, a bearded general beside Aumurad suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Aumurad's head.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

(End of this chapter)