Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 769 The Crushing of the Times

Mongols believe in Shamanism and Lamaism, and they fight against people. These men with horses on the grassland can be said to be brave and fearless. However, this strange giant beast and those shining eyes actually triggered these things. The most primitive fear in the heart of the barbarian warrior, more and more troops stagnated.

"Prince Regent, what is this?"

"Regent, how to fight?"

Horqin, Aohan, Tumed, and almost all the leaders of the alliance banners gathered together, yelling in Mongolian, and Dorgon's head almost grew bigger when he heard it.

He was also sweating on his forehead. He had originally caught Song Qingshu's strategic flaw and delivered a fatal blow, but seeing these weird guys slowly moving forward, he felt like he had fallen into a trap. It was so tempting that he opened his mouth to bite like a starved fish. However, after calming down and thinking about it, Song Qingshu always made plans before acting. Could he not see this huge omission of his own?

"It's just that the Nanman played tricks and shot them with arrows!"

"As ordered!"

Dorgon, who had no longer dared to think about it, yelled fiercely, and the hairy Mongolian cavalry rushed over with a roar, and took out the best move of Genghis Khan back then, and more than twenty huge circular cavalry and shooting arrays were shot at by the Qing army in an instant. The group formed in front of the group, and the man who had been riding a horse in the grassland all year round relaxed his ape arms, and the dense rain of arrows fell on the heads and bodies of those monsters.

In the night sky, the crackling sound of metal impact was extraordinarily clear.

In a few minutes, hundreds of thousands of arrows shot past. Whether these guys should move forward or move forward, the leaders of the alliance banner became more fearful and anxious.

"Halakob, take your men! Slay these monsters!"

At this time, Dorgon also started to write the book, turned around and yelled, and he ordered the Xiaoqi Battalion of the Eight Banners Guards to go into battle in person. Three thousand iron men in heavy armor, even their faces wrapped in the armor, were carrying big swords in both hands. , with heavy guns, walked heavily from behind the team, under the roar of a thick man who was about to catch up with Oboi's physique, these humanoid tanks who did not know how many times broke through the Ming army roared before those big-eyed monsters launched a charge.

At this time, the distance was only tens of meters, and the dense night was pierced by the lights. The Mongolian chiefs could clearly see the fan-shaped charging cavalry slamming into the monsters. People's giant eyes were blinded by these armored cavalry.

However, humanoid tanks are still humanoid, flesh and blood after all, and what they encountered this time was a real tank!
Just when the Mongolian cavalrymen were jumping for joy, three windows on both sides of the monster were closed, and three 68 steel pipes protruded out. , these steel pipes turned quickly and became red.

chug chug~

In the roaring sound, people, horses, and iron armor were torn apart like pieces of paper.

Creation out of nothing is always the hardest. For example, the Mayan culture in the American continent did not invent the wheel until they perished. But with this prototype in mind, it is much easier to realize it. A few years ago, the coal mine manager accidentally In a word, Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that it seemed that the war monster that had just come out at the end of the First World War and shined in the Second World War had come true.

Next, it is three years of research and debugging.

To be honest, the performance of Song Qingshu's tank is really bad enough. Even Churchill's first-generation tank of the little vagrant at the end of World War I used a gasoline engine. He is still using a steam engine. It can only travel more than ten miles per hour, and its armor is only twenty. The turret is equipped with three Gatling machine guns, which are also the earliest model newly developed with a crank. Half of the weight of the tens of tons tank is filled with coal. Inside the tank, there are noises and choking soot Even the most tolerant front-running pilots complained unbearably.

But after all, this is an unprecedented advanced killing weapon that has spanned several centuries. For these cavalrymen who are still under the attack of cold weapons, they are simply god-like existences.

There are more than 3000 slave cavalry, not enough for these steel monsters to fight for a few minutes. With special metal bullets, [-] rounds per minute, in just a few minutes, the cavalry of the Xiaoqi Battalion who were galloping in Huhe just now became Collapsing to the ground, spraying the cans of blood, as the fearful and hateful pillar of fire swept across, thousands of knights fell to the ground in an instant, and the rest fled in horror.

Not only them, the range of the machine gun can be more than 400 meters, and the Mongolian cavalry who watched the battle behind were also hit. The cavalier turned his horse's head and fled backwards in a daze.

"Bang~"

Immediately, his head exploded, and the Mongolian burly man fell off his horse. Under the stunned gaze of a large group of leaders of the Mongolian League Banner, Dorgon held the imitation revolver sinisterly, staring at him with murderous eyes.

"But there are more than a hundred monsters, you have 10 people, all of them have been overturned, those who retreat will die, and their families will be slaves. I won't say it again!"

The monster bee chrysalis hadn't arrived yet, but Dorgon's hundreds of revolvers were enough to turn him into a beehive. Although full of fear, these Mongolian leaders still scolded their mothers and urged their cavalry to move forward.

Also because of Dorgon's crazy order, an unprecedented massacre happened this night.

"For Longevity!"

Facing the spurting column of machine gun fire, the densely covered cavalry shouted and waved their long knives, held their bows and arrows high, and launched a tragic charge. In front of each tank, there were instantly stumps, broken arms and meat paste. The warhead can even penetrate a few people, covered in blood, finally killed the cavalry in front of the steel monster, the knife slashed on the armor in vain and made a ping-pong sound, and was immediately cut in two by the rotating machine gun, charging again, Lost tens of thousands of lives.

These life-swallowing monsters were still not satisfied. Following the retreating cavalry, the black-smoky steel monster charged into the crowded Qing army formation.

Amidst the rattling gunshots, fire snakes danced wildly, the men and horses withered like pear blossoms in the rainstorm, and the rattling tracks were like the stone rollers of the [-]th hell, smashing up countless living bodies. These invulnerable monsters, the unidentified cavalry behind were still rushing forward, and the terrified cavalry in front retreated heartbroken. The entire army was in chaos, and large numbers of fleeing cavalry scattered in all directions and disappeared into the night.

"Please, I don't want to die."

Under the creaking tracks, a Eight Banners cavalryman with a broken leg cried for help, but within a few seconds, his whole body was completely crushed by the tracks and turned into bloody flesh. The gunman's handcrank almost covered most of the space. In front of them, piles of limbs fell, and the mighty war horses fell to the ground in pieces.

This killing machine was so perfect that the three thousand forward knights who followed were full of desperate moods, but they could only use their revolvers to kill the lunatics who occasionally rolled into the tank formation with blood all over them.

But there was no excitement of victory in his heart at all. Looking at the roaring monster, Song Yongzhong's heart was bleeding.

Even if such a steel monster stays in Songjiang twenty, no, even if there are only ten, Yu'er doesn't have to be forced to marry far away. Secretly guarding her, seeing her every frown and smile, joy and sorrow, has become a luxury.

In the pain, mixed with unprecedented anger, the two revolvers kept gushing out anger, even among the dense ammunition, there were still people who fell under his gun.

The steel phalanx continued to advance, and when Song Yongzhong was completely lost in the killing, an angry shout brought him back to his senses.

"I don't agree!!!"

In the middle of the corpse wall blocked by a large group of corpses, suddenly a Jurchen general wearing a white padded armor, shaking his braids, and shouting in an incomprehensible Manchu language rushed to the side of the tank. It was smashed, and his thigh was broken with a single shot, but supported by the other leg, the bloody Jurchen general screamed madly and threw himself on the car, his bloody hands were firmly pulled on the turret.

The crazy roar did not bring Song Yongzhong's admiration, he just mechanically raised the gun again.

Yu'er wants you to die, then die!

Bang~
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When the sun rose from the East China Sea and once again shone on the land, the entire Jianghuai land was soaked in blood once again, and was attacked from both sides. Without a commander, the Qing army camp could no longer hold back, and 8 people fought died, 20 people surrendered, and the main force of slavery no longer existed. Since the defeat of Saerhu in the 48th year of Wanli, the sharp sword hanging over the heads of the people in the Central Plains was smashed, and it no longer had any power. It can stop the unification of Ming Dynasty and ZTE.

Peace and prosperity are at hand!

"We have won! We have won!"

Stepping on the messy ground, the warriors of the Ming army who had fought all night hugged each other excitedly, chopped off the evil dragons of the Eight Banners of the Qing army, and hung the fire-breathing dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty high.

"My lord, it's not good. The regent is missing. Sir Sony has escaped. Li Sutai and Hu Bai have surrendered. My lord, what should we do?"

Having been a slave for decades, the old servant is no longer used to the days without a master on his head. Kneeling in the tent, he screamed in panic, but through the gap in the curtain of the tent, he looked For the first time, Fan Wencheng felt so happy as the soldiers of the Ming army came and went.

"Perhaps, at the beginning, the old man was wrong!"

"you're free!"

Pointing his shriveled fingers on the stunned old servant's forehead, Fan Wencheng finally exhaled his last breath. More than 30 years ago, with great disappointment with the Ming Dynasty, he resolutely joined the camp of foreign races. Years later, the old guy came to an abrupt end with his expectation of the Ming army, and it was hard to tell which was right and which was wrong.

On the other side, the Eastern Front.

Even if he had seen countless bloody and brutal Shura Fields, this scene still made many of the accompanying soldiers vomit uncontrollably.

It’s really piled up like a mountain of corpses. In one night, 82 Mongolian cavalrymen died here, and the stumps and broken arms were piled up everywhere. However, last night’s heroes, 240 tanks were also reimbursed for two-thirds, and nearly 190 vehicles The steam engine broke down, and it was driven for more than an hour. It was less than ten kilometers away, and it had to be returned to the factory for repairs. More than [-] Gatling guns got stuck, and more than [-] of them got stuck. Fear, if you hit back, the outcome is really hard to say.

But there is no if in war.

Instead, looking at the damaged tank emitting black smoke, Sun Chuanting gasped with a toothache and shook his head painfully.

"The guy with three or four million taels has become a disposable product. I can't help but toss!"

However, Song Qingshu didn't care about these anymore. Leaving aside the guards, he rushed into the immobilized tank formation. Inside, more than 3000 selected vanguards leaned on each other, and they were already asleep. On the turret of a tank, that figure looked forward alone.

"Yongzhong, are you alright?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's concerned question, Song Yongzhong turned his head dumbly, and then gently placed the double revolvers that he had been holding in his hands in front of Song Qingshu, staggering, and walked towards the periphery of the battlefield.

"Hey! General Song!"

With a look of astonishment on his face, Xiaobao wanted to chase after him a little angrily, but Song Qingshu suddenly grabbed his shoulder, sighed and shook his head.

"Forget it, let him go!"

(End of this chapter)