Villager of Daming

Chapter 1195: Capturing the Thief and the King

"Pah~~"

"The most difficult part of a gun to make is the barrel. The bolt has relatively low requirements. In fact, the one sent here... uh..."

A palace guard watched as a soldier from the Peking Province beside him used a water-jet gun to kill an enemy scout, and explained to someone nearby who didn't have such a gun.

"We know that good weapons should be placed in Yingtian Prefecture to protect the imperial city. If we each have one, there is no need to travel so hard."

The person who was speaking was waiting. Everyone agreed that each person would shoot one shot. If he hit the person, he was allowed to shoot five times. If he didn't hit the person, he would shoot someone else.

They had fought in Beiping Prefecture, and only a small part of the 30,000-strong army was equipped with water-fired rifles. Xu Da's personal soldiers had AK assault rifles and pistols, but no submachine guns.

Only the people in Xiaqiu Village were equipped with submachine guns, and they were guarding the four princes, which made them more accurate and stable in close-range attacks.

One of the enemy's generals was killed, and the remaining three were afraid. They ordered their troops to find a place to shoot and forced the Ming army to retreat for a distance.

But there are ten hundred-man teams of royal palace guards here, a total of one thousand people, plus Xu Da's five thousand soldiers.

One thousand out of five thousand people were holding water bullets, accounting for 20%, and the rest were holding paper shell bullets.

Half of the people carry revolvers, which is a good thing for them. Often in cold weapon wars, close combat is required, and revolvers are good because there is no worry about dud bullets. If that doesn't work, they can just switch to the next one and fire.

The barrel requirements for a pistol are lower than those for a rifle or assault rifle. If you shoot at close range, it is difficult to miss the target. A distance of ten meters is not required.

One reason why some other people were not equipped with revolvers was productivity. The Ming Dynasty's industrial system was not good and it was very troublesome to make guns.

Another thing is that some soldiers in the Peking Province have to use other weapons, such as bows and arrows, and hang quivers. The army cannot lose this ability.

Arrows can be reused, but the arrowheads and feathers are sometimes easily worn out, so the archer needs to take care of them himself and bring spare arrowheads and feathers.

The spearheads were also carried. In places like the present, where there were mulberry trees, good mulberry branches could be used to make impromptu spears that could be used to stab people to death.

In addition, some soldiers carried a carpenter's tool box on their backs and did not need the assistance of a craftsman accompanying them during the march.

This is the current situation. No one is afraid of the enemy rushing over. There are people guarding the valley and there are also people on the mountain.

The road back is not closed, so the team that escaped from Beiyuan can go back and forth on this road, which is relatively safe. Perhaps they can try to walk back and forth first, and then run around, to compete with each other in terms of stamina.

The Ming army troops who arrived at the location ahead of time rested for a while and had a meal. In addition, the weather was clear and the vision was good, so they were relaxed as they fought the enemy who had just escaped.

The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were almost going crazy. They ran for their lives! They finally broke out of the encirclement, but how come they were surrounded again? How could they survive?
They felt the happiness and gap, hope and despair from hell to heaven, and then fell from heaven back to hell.

A group of people were sleepy and tired, their bodies ached and they were hungry. The most important thing was that they had just managed to relax, but then it was all over again!

Some people even stood there motionless, like fools.

Some even fainted, unable to bear the pressure any longer, and decided to die! They didn’t want to live anymore, just die a quick death!
There was another person squatting there, holding his head and crying, and next to him was a comrade-in-arms sitting there slumped and crying with him. Two or more people who were close to him also held their heads and cried.

The ones who could still charge were the personal guards of the remaining three generals. They were the elite. The men of the other dead general, Domo, slowly gathered together. They did not want to risk their lives for others.

As a result, the desperate people were beaten back as soon as they rushed forward. The palace guards did not use assault rifles, grenades, or small mortars. Everything was done to capture more people alive. This was all labor!

If the Jurchens could still be relocated to a designated place, then the Northern Yuan people would be better off capturing prisoners and then mining, building roads, etc.

Otherwise, if they are allowed to live a normal life, we have to be on guard against them all the time, and their families cannot live with them, and they cannot go out.

In this case, if they were arranged to a place and asked to find a woman to marry, which woman would be willing to marry them?
In this case, every time one lives, one more person will do more work, and one can collect the reward when he or she returns.

Faced with the merciless gunfire and facts, those who were charging stopped after charging once, those behind them did not charge, and those in the front turned around and ran if they were not hit.

It's too far. If it's that far, the people around me will fall down, not to mention fighting with swords! Even bows and arrows can't reach them.

What's more, you have to rush up from the bottom of the mountain with your head raised, and there are rocks, grass, and all kinds of mess. You will be out of breath just by running. If someone lets you go up, will you still have the energy to fight back?
I ran with a torch in hand before daybreak, and I haven't eaten or drunk anything since then. There is no place in my body that doesn't hurt.

"Shields, more shields, clothes, clothes added together, to block, horses, and horses, lead them over, hold them back."

The three generals at the level of a thousand men were anxious. More than a dozen people had fallen around them. They were lucky and had not been hit for the time being.

The Ming army wanted to capture them alive, which did not mean they had to keep the leader, or just one. These three just needed to change clothes! They took off their clothes and wanted to exchange with others.

Then just shoot from the distance the bullet can fly! Always use water bursts, this is more accurate than AK, assault rifles can hit so far, the bullet's flight distance is enough.

A bunch of assault rifles are fired at that range, and the three generals are guaranteed to die.

But if you don't want to let more "innocent" people die, it's Shui Lianzhu. They are really lucky. The people who protect them were beaten and killed one after another, but they are actually fine.

They are no longer lying down. If they are lying down, will they not hit you? They are not lying in the trenches.

They ran around and asked people around them to find something to block the bullets for them.

At first some people still listened, but as people around them fell to the ground one after another, everyone stopped rushing forward.

The smart ones are already considering a retreat, such as Domo's men. Some of them have gathered together to discuss.

When they found that the bullets didn't hit them, they seemed to understand something, at least they thought they understood it.

Even if they were three men, they would not want to die if they were not very close. It was obvious! The enemy chased the general and attacked him.

"General Daligan is injured. Quick! Come and carry him!"

When the number of bullets reaches a certain level, you will always be hit unless you are extremely lucky. It is a matter of probability.

Another person was hit. The bullet hit his right waist and he fell down immediately. He didn't even stand up straight or stand still. Instead, he ran according to the inertia and fell to the ground with a "bang".

He was not dead. He covered the place where he was shot with one hand and dug the grass on the ground with the other hand. A hoarse sound came from his throat, "ah ah".

His personal soldiers shouted to come and carry him, and more bullets fell, just in that range.

(End of this chapter)