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

"kill!"

The ancient army battles are not like those shown on TV, where they yelled and ran with all their strength at the beginning of the battle.

That's stupid behavior.

The battlefield is chaotic in order to let the voice of the officer be transmitted to every soldier, so that the officer can clearly hear the drums and horns on the podium.

Shouting is generally not allowed.

When attacking the enemy, it is even more impossible to rush forward in a mess.

Bandits don't fight like that.

Before the commander has issued a full-scale attack, no matter what the situation is, the soldiers must keep the entire army formation intact.

Even if you beat the dog in the water and launch an all-out charge, you must be consistent with the team.

Running around, shouting and screaming, without any appeasement, all will be executed.

The Tatar heavy armored soldiers dragged their shields and slowly attacked the Fifth Army Battalion, which was also approaching.

The two parties were like fighting cocks, approaching each other very slowly, while resisting the rain of arrows shot by the archers of the two parties.

"Grenade!"

When the distance between the two sides was less than 10 steps, there was a burst of shouting from the Fifth Army Battalion.

Hundreds of bombardiers transferred from Shenji Battalion took out grenades from their pockets, ignited the fuse and threw them out forcefully along the gap left by the shield hand.

"Dang bang bang bang..."

The grenade that hit the heavy shield was bounced off, and the one that fell on the iron armored soldier's round shield behind was photographed aside.

"What is this thing? Is it an iron stone?"

An armored infantryman who saw a grenade for the first time, looked suspiciously at the iron bump that fell at his feet and was emitting white smoke.

"To shut up!"

His captain glared at him, glanced at the smoking iron lump, raised his foot and kicked it to the feet of the heavy infantry in front to prevent anyone from being curious and distracted.

"Boom..."

A loud noise sounded from the front, and the captain's ears were buzzing. He looked at the heavy infantrymen who had fallen in front of him in a dazed way, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

"Captain, you..."

The ironclad stared at the captain.

"Shut up, I saved your life!"

The armored infantry was silent for a moment, and at the same time thanked the captain's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.

"Boom!"

The two Great Walls of steel collided fiercely, and the shield soldiers squeezed hard against each other, blocking the opponent's impact, and at the same time trying to squeeze the opponent's defense line.

The spearmen and the sicklemen kept stabbing from under the feet of both sides.

People kept screaming and fell to the ground, and then they were stabbed into sieves by sickle spears.

Rain of arrows, smoking grenades, and throwing guns kept flying over the heads of both sides.

"Long live Longevity!"

Just when the infantry on both sides were killing each other, dozens of roars suddenly sounded from the Tatar side.

Immediately afterwards, several strong men threw a tightly wrapped and thin man directly from the opposite side, and smashed it heavily into the ranks of the Fifth Army Battalion.

Regardless of the pain of the fall and the swords being cut from all directions, the man who was thrown roared and rushed towards the shields in the front row of the Fifth Army Battalion.

"Boom..."

Red flesh and blood stumps shot up into the sky, and the surrounding soldiers were knocked down by the shock wave.

A junior officer of the Fifth Army Battalion shook his stunned head vigorously, and got up from the ground leaning on a knife.

In front of the lake of flesh and blood, the brothers who had blocked the Tatar heavy infantry in front of him had disappeared at this time.

"Roar!"

Before the smoke and dust dissipated, a heavy ax fell from the sky and struck at the young officer.

The little officer with rich combat experience didn't even hesitate, and raised his knife to block it.

The heavy ax is powerful and heavy, coupled with the blessing of homeopathic strength, a thin knife can't block it at all.

The heavy ax fell straight on the officer's helmet.

The steel knife made of fine steel was broken into two pieces, and the thick helmet was cut in half by a heavy axe like a paper lake, and the officer's head was attached.

A scuffle broke out on the connecting line between the two sides.

Chapter 242: You have heavy armor, I have cannons, come on, have the courage to face up.

Zhu Zhangui, who was leading the Shenji Battalion to attack from the right wing, sighed slightly when he saw the small-scale chaos in the front line.

Unexpectedly, Alutai was so crazy that he even used a suicide attack.

Although this method is cruel, it has to be said that it works very well.

It is not surprising that Alutai has gunpowder Zhu Zhangui.

Gunpowder had already spread in the Song Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty army was also equipped with gunpowder weapons.

Back then, the Mongolian Legion brought these destructive gunpowder to beat up the European white-skinned pigs in the West.

Later, these weapons were circulated in Europe, and then they were developed into various weapons, and finally became their weapon for world hegemony.

Feng Shui turns.

These white-skinned pigs seemed to recall the scene when they were beaten by Meng Yuanpang. With the awakening of the blood gene, they set up a strong boat and sharp guns, and blasted open the gate of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, gunpowder was not a patent of the Ming Dynasty, but it was carried forward by the Shenjiying of the Ming Dynasty.

Glancing at the Fifth Army Battalion, which was fighting to the death with the Tatar Heavy Infantry Corps, Zhu Zhangui forcibly withdrew his mind, commanded the soldiers managed by God, and launched a fierce shooting at the Tatar Right Wing Corps.

He is not the commander-in-chief of the entire army, he is only in charge of commanding the Shenji Battalion, how to fight and how to arrange it is up to the old man to decide.

Worrying about it now will only distract him and affect the command of the troops.

The old man on the podium looked at the Fifth Army Battalion fighting with the Tatar Heavy Infantry Regiment without any expression on his face.

As a general, it is the most basic requirement not to show emotions and emotions, not to be affected by a momentary defeat.

war?

There are those who take advantage and those who suffer.

"Order the Tank Battalion to attack from the left!"

Chariots, this kind of combat equipment that emerged from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, have been passed down for thousands of years, and have not withdrawn from the stage of history. They are still on the battlefield to this day.

Especially when fighting against the northern grasslands, the power of the chariot can be maximized.

During the Ming Dynasty, the number of chariots was very large. For example, King Ning Zhu Quan, who once guarded the north, had thousands of chariots under his command.

So far, Ming Dynasty chariots have developed various models.

There are as many as 10 types of box vehicles for defense bases, assault vehicles for assault operations, and logistics vehicles for logistics.

The chariot that the old man ordered to attack was the assault chariot of the Chariot Battalion.

There are a total of more than 3000 vehicles for the battalion and various vehicles.

Among them, there are 500 assault vehicles.

Two horses on the frame, running on four wheels, with heavy wood and sharp blades on the outside for defense.

The carriage can hold six soldiers, two with long guns, two firemen, and two archers.

However, with the emergence of new types of firearms, the Chariot Battalion also upgraded their equipment.

The musketeers and archers are all equipped with new muskets and a small cannon.

This cannon is custom made and designed for the tank.

It can launch solid bullets, grape bullets, shot bullets, etc.

"Haha, it's my turn to show off!"

Looking at the battalion commander who was fighting in full swing ahead, he shouted excitedly when he heard the order from the walkie-talkie.

Since the emergence of new guns and artillery, his chariot battalion has been used as a logistics battalion, which made him very aggrieved.

Now the emperor finally remembered them, and it was their turn to play.

After boarding the front assault vehicle, the commanding officer of the chariot battalion waved the command flag violently, and 500 chariots rumbled forward.

On the battlefield, soldiers are desperate, generals are brave, and generals are wise.

For the coach, the battlefield is like a game of chess.

Seeing each other's tricks, testing each other, finding the enemy's weakness and killing them with one blow, this is the most basic skill.

The Ming army dispatched chariots, and Alutai did not hesitate, and ordered a troop of cavalry to meet them.

The two sides are on the open grassland, you chase each other and fight each other.

The gunshots kept ringing, and the bowstring kept vibrating.

People kept falling off their horses and chariots.

Both the old man and Alutai are very stable.

No one ordered the cavalry to attack, they were all waiting for the other party to show their flaws.

The Fifth Army Battalion is worthy of being an elite unit, although at the beginning, it was caught off guard by Alutai's suicide attack.

But under the desperate counterattack of the Fifth Army Battalion, the front line was pulled back again.

The battle reached a stalemate.

The infantry of the two sides refused to give in to each other, and stood against each other stubbornly.

In order to prevent the Ming army from being killed by artillery, Arutai let the soldiers supporting the rear spread out very widely.

In this way, it can not only reduce the damage of the artillery to the side, but also quickly support the front.

The attack launched by the Shenji Battalion from the right flank was stopped by the opponent's heavy infantry regiment.

Although the Tiger Crouching Cannon was firing desperately, it faced such a huge number of enemies. In addition, the enemy's forward troops were all wearing heavy armor, so the killing effect was very weak.

"Hu Yu, Hu Yu! Is the cannon here?"

Zhu Zhangui, who led the troops to launch a round of attack and retreated, shouted loudly.

Hu Yu, who originally accompanied Zhu Zhangui to protect Zhu Zhangui, led a hundred artillerymen and led horses to pull over a dozen light artillery pieces.

After withdrawing from the front line just now, Zhu Zhangui noticed that the offensive force was weak, so he asked Hu Yu to go to the artillery position and pull some light artillery over.

The reason why they didn't bring it at the beginning was because the Ming army launched an attack on its own initiative, and the heavy artillery could not follow quickly at all, so they could only carry relatively light tiger squatting cannons.

Unexpectedly, the Tatar on the opposite side had such a hard head and was so badly bombed by the tiger crouching cannon, so he didn't take a step back.

At that time, Zhu Zhangui was thinking that if there were several cannons around him firing shotgun shells, no matter how thick the enemy's shield was, they would still be blown away.

After all, the ammunition fired by artillery is not comparable to that of guns.

"Hurry up, aim for me!"

Looking at the Tatar army pressing towards the right flank under the artillery fire, Zhu Zhangui commanded the artillery to quickly adjust the muzzle.

"Filled, ready!"

The artillerymen were very fast, with more than a dozen artillery pieces lined up, aiming at the Tatar army rolling over from the opposite side.

The Tatar officer who was directing the army to press on the opposite side changed his face slightly when he saw a dozen artillery pieces lined up on the opposite side, and roared loudly.

"Rush... rush up and mingle with them!"

The Tatar soldiers didn't hesitate, they knew how fierce this thing was.

The cannon blasted from a distance, they suffered a lot of casualties, and it was worthwhile to hit them face-to-face.

Especially the piece that was aimed at by the artillery, rushed forward almost crazily.