I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Wait for the enemy to enter the ambush area, detonate the explosives directly, blow up the ice, and let the enemy fall into the river.

Then when the enemy was in chaos, they used muskets, bows and crossbows to kill indiscriminately, and then turned around and ran away.

As for fighting, he didn't think about it!

His manpower was small, and he went up to fight and was entangled by the enemy. He probably left him here.

Zhu Zhangui planned to fight this old boy first before Alutai entered the territory of Daming.

It's just that the number of his guerrillas is a little bit more.

The black wave in the distance was getting closer and closer, and soon, Zhu Zhangui could see clearly the face of the Tatar soldiers walking in front.

Taking his hands out of the warm gloves, Zhu Zhangui took the tightly wrapped rifle and slowly unwrapped it.

He took out a bullet from his warm arms and stuffed it into the gun, ready to fire.

It's too cold here. If you don't protect the gun and bullets, Zhu Zhangui can't be sure whether they can be fired.

"All troops are ready, use the explosion as a sign, and once the enemy is about to rush ashore, immediately retreat according to the retreat route!"

He took out the walkie-talkie and whispered the combat order.

The soldiers who had been lying in the snow in the middle of the night raised their spirits one after another.

The veterans of the Shenji Battalion are better. They have rich combat experience and will adjust their mentality before the battle.

And those newly joined workers don't have this mentality.

Everyone was so nervous that the bows and crossbows in their hands trembled a little.

"Little Six, you must follow Uncle Tight later, but you must not fall behind!"

The man who had talked with Zhu Zhangui held a bow in his hand, stared straight at the Tatars who had entered the ambush circle, and told his nephew beside him in a very low voice.

Beside him, a thin young man with a crossbow in his hand nodded nervously.

"do not speak!"

The soldiers of the guard battalion who led the team turned their heads and glared at the man.

The man laughed, and quickly lowered his head.

"Grand Master Alutai, I have always had a question. Are you sure your plan will be successful?"

"As far as I know, Nuer Gandusi is not valued by the Ming Dynasty. Now they are short of troops. If they just give up here and don't come to support here, then your plan will be useless."

Ursa, who had come to this section of the road, suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But I looked left and right, but didn't find anything wrong.

Thinking that maybe he was not used to the weather here, so he talked to Alutai without anything to say.

Alutai glanced at him.

"My friend, please let go of your worries!"

"Ming people's desire to possess land is beyond your imagination."

"Don't talk about such a vast territory, even if it's a small pond, the Ming people will not give up easily."

"In order to defend a broken pond, they will sacrifice dozens or even hundreds of lives."

"Of course, this is only Ming people. If it is replaced by Song people who were defeated by our ancestors, it will be hard to say."

"And Zhu Di, you don't know him well. He is a very greedy person, and he is also a person who attaches great importance to reputation."

"Now that he's old, his time is running out."

"As an emperor who started a rebellion, his own reputation is not very good. If he loses his city and land when he is old, he will be extremely disturbed. He is worried that he will be scolded by his ancestors, and his reputation in later history books will also be put on the table. He writes terrible."

"So in order to preserve his ridiculous face and to make him look better in the history books of later generations, no matter how much he pays, he will take back Nuer Gandusi."

"Even if he pays countless lives for this, he will not hesitate!"

Ursa nodded half-understood.

He had no contact with the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he did not know the character of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but he had contact with officials of the Ming Dynasty.

A few years ago, the Ming Dynasty sent an official and a eunuch to the Western Regions, and he had a conversation with that person.

how to say.

He felt Ming was very polite and spoke very politely.

That's it.

As for force or something, well, well, he doesn't think much of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Ming Dynasty was really as powerful as Alutai said, their Western Regions would have been taken down by the Ming people long ago.

That is the Silk Road, the spiritual yearning of the Han people.

He heard that since Zhang Qian opened up the Silk Road, every Han emperor wanted to reproduce the glory of the Han Dynasty.

But until now.

Ursa chuckled lightly.

The Western Regions are still in the hands of the people of the Western Regions. As for the Ming people, hehe, I have never heard of it.

"Boom...Boom..."

The sound of thunderous footsteps resounded on the Yinma River.

That is to say, the weather is cold and the ice is extremely thick.

Otherwise, with so many people walking on it, these bastards would have fallen into the ice cave and drowned.

"Prepare!"

When the enemy's forward troops walked through the explosives ambush area, Zhu Zhangui picked up the walkie-talkie.

This time his main target was the enemy cavalry.

As the infantry at the forefront passed by, the cavalry led the horse and slipped, entered the explosive ambush circle, and Zhu Zhangui gave the order to start the war.

"ignition!"

With an order, the lighters ambushed on both sides of the river blew vigorously on the fire pocket and ignited the fuse of the detonation.

In order to make these leads work normally, Zhu Zhangui and others spent a lot of thought.

But after trying a lot of methods, it didn’t work. In the end, Zhu Zhangui found the scotch tape that he didn’t know when he got it in the supermarket, and then wrapped the lead wires with oil paper and wrapped them with scotch tape to ensure that these leads can be normal. ignite.

"呲呲呲..."

The ignited fast fuse burns quickly, heading for the powder keg buried under the ice.

A cavalryman who was leading his horse forward accidentally caught a glimpse of several blue smoke on the bank, and was approaching quickly, scratching his head in doubt,

I was still thinking, what could be smoking in the snowy day?

"Enemy attack!"

There are doubts and lakes, but there are naturally clever ones.

As soon as the green smoke rose, there were bursts of exclamations from the marching team.

Alutai, who was laughing and chatting with Ursa, frowned when he heard the shouts in front of him.

"Go and see what's going on!"

Because there were too many people shouting, and the horses that were aware of the danger screamed, Alutai didn't hear clearly what the people in front were shouting.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

But just as the orderly next to him was about to set off, a loud, trembling sound sounded in front of him.

The shattered ice cubes and flying snowflakes rushed tens of meters into the sky.

On it can be faintly seen pieces of blood-red and flying stumps and broken arms, as well as undead Tatar soldiers, waving, kicking and screaming in the air.

"Damn it, it's the Ming army!"

Alutai froze for a moment, then let out an angry roar.

"Katcha Kacha Kacha..."

When the explosion stopped slightly, bursts of cacha sounded underfoot.

Alutai's face changed when he heard the sound, "No, the ice is about to break, go ashore!"

After yelling, he threw away the rein in his hand, ignored his beloved horse, and ran towards the shore as fast as he could.

As for the stunned Ursa, his dearest friend, well, at this moment, he was out of his control.

If you fall into the water this season, if you don't freeze to death and drown, you will at least suffer from a serious illness.

Getting sick in grasslands with underdeveloped medicine is like stepping into hell with one foot and staying in the world with the other, and you can belch if you don't pay attention.

And there is no distinction between high and low status?

Even if it is the Grand Master Alutai, he deserves to die if he gets sick.

"kill!"

The Tatars were crawling towards the banks in a panic, while Zhu Zhangui jumped out of the snowdrift and gave the order to fight.

"Kill!"

Shouts of killing sounded from both sides of the bank.

A soldier of the Shenji Battalion, holding a rifle with a bayonet installed, let out a cry and rushed towards the shore a hundred meters away.

The soldiers who rushed to the front, armed with new-style rifles, pulled the trigger at the densely packed Tatar soldiers.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a sound of gunshots, and bullets with cones, driven by gunpowder and supported by rifling, spun into the enemy group.

"Puff puff…"

Waves of blood mist and screams resounded among the crowded Tatar crowd.

Due to the fall of the river in autumn and winter, the river surface is at least two meters above the shore.

Coupled with the thick snow on the shore, and you pushed me twice, the Tatar soldiers didn't even have a chance to resist, and let the Ming army rushing over to shoot and kill them mercilessly.

"boom!"

"Bombardier, throw all the grenades in!"

One shot knocked down a guy who didn't know whether it was a soldier or an officer. Zhu Zhangui quickly loaded the bullets, while calling the bomber, and threw all the grenades in the army.

The Shenji Battalion set out with light clothes and no heavy weapons, and only one grenade per person.

Zhu Zhangui's initial idea was to let the navy deliver them, but he ignored the reason for the freezing of the sea, which resulted in many heavy weapons not being delivered.

In this ambush, he concentrated all the grenades in the entire battalion in the hands of some people, just to take advantage of this opportunity to kill and injure more enemies.

"呵...呵...呵..."

After several years of research by the Artisan Battalion, the grenade no longer needs flames to ignite.

A bomber unscrewed the cap of the grenade, poured out a small ball of mud tied with a fuse, and pulled it hard, only to hear a squeak, and the grenade the size of a beer bottle emitted blue smoke.

"drink!"

The bomber roared, and he threw a five-pound grenade into a crowd of Tatars.

"boom!"

The grenade filled with new gunpowder is several times more lethal than the old grenade.

In the crowded Tatar crowd, there was a loud noise, and seven or eight people were directly bombed and screamed again and again.

As for flying, that's not true.

A grenade does not have such a large shock wave that can send people flying, and it is not a cruise missile or an explosive package. It relies on shrapnel to kill, not a shock wave.

In this season all people wear thick clothes, plus most of the Tatars wear fur.

The lethality of the grenade is greatly weakened.

If one hits, it's not bad if it can kill a person, but most of them are wounded.

"Three taels, six taels, nine taels."