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

They have heard the sound of artillery, but this is the first time they have heard this kind of ghost-like weapon.

Looking at the covered position with almost no gaps on the opposite side, the attacking Ming army trembled in their hearts.

Some soldiers couldn't help but wonder if they would be able to withstand such a ferocious attack if they were on the defensive side.

Soon when they boarded the position of the plateau troops, they came to the answer.

They can't handle it!

Looking at the position that was almost covered with blood, meat and internal organs, some rookies who hadn't fought a few battles vomited.

In fact, it's not just the rookies, those veterans who have followed Zhu Zhangui, walked across the snow, crossed the grassland, and conquered the ocean, felt sick for a while.

"Everyone throw up quickly, and continue to set off after vomiting. Tonight, we will roast beef in the opposite palace."

A veteran with grass roots dangling from the corner of his mouth watched the recruits around him vomit, and reminded him with a smile.

Good guy, it's okay if he didn't remind. With this reminder, those rookies, smelling the smell of roasted meat in the air, vomited even more happily.

"Old Luozi, you lead a team to play forward, these bastards have weak legs, let them stay behind and press down. By the way, I brought you a good thing!"

When the rookies were throwing up drunk, an officer ran over quickly with a strange gun.

"Hey submachine gun, rare thing, that guy, Old Youzi, finally brought his treasure over."

Lao Luo is a veteran, this guy is the first batch of members to join the Shenji Battalion.

Just because he doesn't know how to read and has a bad habit of drinking dirty hands and feet, he is still a squad leader, and those of his contemporaries, the worst ones who can survive to the present, are mixed up to the rank of squadron leader.

Because he is familiar with many officers in the legion, Lao Luo was the first to come into contact with some new weapons.

For example, the submachine gun handed to him by the officer, he had seen it with the battalion commander, and he even shot a shuttle.

"Brother, you are very knowledgeable!"

The officer chuckled, and handed three bullet clips and two drum drums to Lao Luo.

"Hehe, that's right, I don't know anyone in the whole legion. Our squadron leader is a fucking soldier I brought out."

Old Rhodeser smiled, showed off his brains, pulled out a magazine and loaded it, and Katsa pulled the breech, skillfully pulled the bolt, and loaded the submachine gun.

It seems that this guy has been secretly playing with his battalion commander's treasure in private, otherwise he wouldn't be so proficient in it.

"Follow me, I'm going to be promoted this time, so I won't play with you rookies."

Reaching out his hand to greet the commando, Lao Luo jumped into the ditch full of blood and flesh, and under the cover of two soldiers holding pistols, he formed a triangle attack team and led the riflemen in formation behind to advance quickly .

Not only Lao Luo here, other battalions also sent out this kind of attack team, responsible for breaking through the whole army.

Urban battles are different from those in the wild. Large-scale battles are difficult to occur, and almost all of them are collisions between teams.

Therefore, it is very necessary to form an attack team to tear through the enemy's defense line and expand the combat gap.

The sound of "Pu Chi Pu Chi" kept coming from under his feet. Lao Luo, who was usually joking and joking, now had a serious face, holding a new-style submachine gun, watching all directions, and listening to the rapid progress in all directions.

"Crackling, blah, blah..."

Sudden.There was a burst of strange words coming from the corner of the trench ahead, Lao Luo stretched out his hand and made a stop movement, and the dozen or so members of the team stopped instantly.

He listened carefully and judged the enemy's position. Lao Luo waved his fist and made a throwing motion.

The two riflemen who received the order put their guns on their backs, took out a grenade from the grenade satchel beside them, and approached Lao Luo cautiously.

Under Lao Luo's order, he unscrewed the lower cover and hooked out the lead wire. There was a "呲", smoke came out from the end of the grenade, and the two soldiers raised their arms, and the two grenades flew over.

"Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and before the bloody soil from the shock wave fell, Lao Luo rushed up and swept out a row of bullets at the explosion area.

In an instant, there was a scream and howl.

The two pistolmen who followed were also the first to pour bullets crazily.

Caves for hiding soldiers one by one, and battle lines were broken through.

The attack of the Ming army was like a red-hot knife piercing butter, unstoppable.

At the same time, the majestic Potala Palace was also being devastated by the airship.

That building, which has been passed down for thousands of years and became a famous classic building in later generations, was riddled with holes by bombs, and some small buildings collapsed.

The fire caused by the explosion covered half of the sky red, and the black smoke rose straight up to nine days. It seemed that they were planning to inform Songtsan, an old resident, that your home was gone.

"Up and up..."

Lao Luo, who had already emptied most of his ammunition, ignored the mud on his body, panted heavily, and rushed to the first place holding a submachine gun that he specially protected and was still very clean.

Since this was the first battle of the Ming Dynasty, all legions cooperated in battle, and the heads of all the legions began to compete with each other.

Many legion commanders have made promises to the subordinates. The first person to plant the legion flag on the highest point of the enemy's position will not only ask for credit, but also ask him to be cool for a month when the war is over.

For the credit and to be able to be cool for a month, the soldiers also desperately rushed forward like crazy, and all the enemies who blocked them were ruthlessly trampled under their feet.

Their attack method is also very simple. When encountering the enemy, they first use a grenade to blow up a round, and then the soldiers with pistols rush up and shoot indiscriminately, and then the riflemen behind them raise their bayonets to end the battle.

Lao Luo, who has always wanted to be promoted and plans to find a leisure job for the elderly, is the most desperate one.

Although he couldn't read, his many years of combat experience gave him a wealth of combat experience, and his combat intuition was very sensitive. He could tell at a glance where he could break through quickly and where the enemy's weak points were.

So his team rushed the fastest, pulling the other commando away by tens of meters.

"Uncle Luo, be careful, we are surrounded by enemies now, if we run too fast and bump into the enemy's den, we will be finished."

A commando with a cautious personality, hearing the shouting and killing around him, gave a reminder in his heart.

Not long after he married his wife, he didn't want to die like this.

"It's okay, with me, Lao Luo, you can't die."

Lao Luo, who killed very happily, laughed out loud.

It's just that he said with arrogance, but the pace under his feet slowed down a bit.

He is an old bachelor, it doesn't matter if he dies, the brothers behind him are all old and young.If they lost their lives on the battlefield because of their own mistakes, then Lao Luo would live in regret and self-blame for the rest of his life.

Although Lao Luo slowed down his pace, their team was too far ahead, and enemies or routs kept pouring out around them.

"Da da da…"

A burst of shooting wiped out a group of retreating plateau troops. Lao Luo quickly changed the last drum. Looking at the Potala Palace in front of him, he could no longer suppress the heat in his heart and rushed forward.

But before he could take a few steps, his body froze instantly.

The location where the team was just now was at the corner of a building.

In these few steps, Lao Luo just walked out of the building and saw the situation behind the building clearly.

"Old Luo, what's wrong!"

A pistolman following behind Lao Luo raised his vigilance to the peak in an instant, and asked in a low voice.

Lao Luo didn't speak, but slowly backed away.

Seeing this, the pistolman's heart tightened, and he quickly stopped the brother behind him, raised his gun and aimed at the direction Lao Luo was looking at.

"Crash..."

The sound of dense footsteps sank in the hearts of everyone in Lao Luo's commando team. Thousands of plateau soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding heavy shields rushed out of a tunnel around the corner and rushed towards them.

"Fuck it!"

Before retreating in time, Lao Luo let out a roar, raised his submachine gun, and fired wildly at the heavy armored infantry rushing towards him.

"Fire arrows!"

The heavy armored infantry on the plateau are not the masters who just take beatings and don't fight back. When Lao Luo ordered to fire, a monk who commanded the heavy armored catechist army also gave the order to shoot arrows.

In an instant, the sound of crossbow and guns was fired, and the two sides launched crazy attacks on each other almost at the same time.

Chapter 361: The First World War kicks off!

In the confrontation between firearms and the peak equipment of cold weapons, the firearms won the perfect victory without accident.

Although more than a dozen brothers were killed or injured for this, the result was that hundreds of heavily armored soldiers on the opposite side all fell to the ground.

The two are no longer in the same era.

In the encounter between the two sides just now, the Ming army retreated while firing, and at the same time called for other troops to support.

Although the equipment on the Ming army was not light, compared with the heavily armored plateau army, it was more than twice as flexible.

The people led by Lao Luo retreated while fighting, and waited for other commandos to come to support them, shooting guns and grenades indiscriminately.

In less than 10 minutes, this invincible heavy-armored army on the battlefield of cold weapons completely marked the end of the era.

From today, swords and armor will withdraw from history, and the future battlefield will be the era of machine guns and cannons.

"Damn, I almost fell into it!"

At the end of the battle, Lao Luo carried the submachine gun with empty magazines on his back, smoothed his clothes that had been torn by arrows with his hands, and heaved a sigh of relief.

It was too dangerous just now.

He stood in the first place of everyone and was the main target of the opponent.

If he hadn't been on the battlefield for so many years and had a lot of combat experience, he might have fallen in the first round just now.

"Put the injured brothers in a safe place, and put the dead ones in a safe place. This bombardment is raging. If it is bombed, it will not be able to squeeze together."

He greeted his subordinates, and after the wounded and dead brothers were resettled, Lao Luo continued to move forward with the rest.

The battle is not over yet, and the sadness is reserved for after the battle.

After supplementing the ammunition, the reassembled attacking team continued to move forward under the leadership of Lao Luo.

After the heavy bombing and the soldiers' assault on the plateau, the resistance has dropped to the extreme.

Lao Luo and his party rushed to the square in front of the Potala Palace without any resistance at all.

The plateau people knew they couldn't stand it anymore, and they didn't want to be caught or killed by the Ming army. Regardless of the monks and nobles' scolding, they dropped their weapons and fled to the mountains behind the Potala Palace.

"Damn it, you bastards... don't run to me..."

"Oh!"

One shot killed a shouting plateau nobleman. Lao Luo yelled at some of the plateau soldiers who were already frightened: "Put down your weapons and surrender on your knees, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Although he really wanted to get rid of these guys suddenly, the higher-ups had already asked for it. Daming urgently needed slaves now, so he tried not to kill the prisoners if he could.

Moreover, the captives gave more rewards, and when the brothers I brought left, I had to send some money to the other's family to show my heart.

"Lao Luo, don't worry about the captives. The birdmen from the Fourth Army have already rushed up from the south."

Just as Lao Luo was leading people to watch the prisoners throw their weapons, a teammate who caught up from behind shouted.

"What, the gang of birdmen from the Fourth Legion of his mother dared to take the lead from me. It's against the sky. Their army leader was my subordinate back then. They dare to take the credit from me. Let's see if I can't beat them to death!"

Hearing that the commandos of the Fourth Army had rushed into the Potala Palace from the south.

Lao Luo didn't care about these captives, leaving two people to look at the captives, and rushed into the palace with the others.

The peaceful Potala Palace was filled with the sound of killings and gunshots, occasionally accompanied by a few grenade explosions.

Killing crazy, completely killing crazy!

Several regiments rushed into the commando of the Potala Palace, carrying the flags of their respective regiments, rushing desperately to the highest peak.

People fight for a face, but a tree lives for a layer of bark.

On weekdays, everyone calls brothers and sisters, swearing and laughing and laughing are all right, but this credit is definitely not good, and whoever dares to rob them should not blame them for not recognizing brothers.

"Da da da…"

A row of bullets swept out, and several monks who were roaring and ready to go all out fell to the ground.

At this time, Lao Luo was the only commando of the Second Army left.

In a hall just now, I met a group of monks, and the two parties went shopping directly.

Of the few people left on Lao Luo's side, two more fell down, and even the flag bearer who carried the flag was chopped on the forehead by an axe.

They had to take care of the wounded and guard the prisoners at the same time, so there was not enough manpower in the team.

In the end, Lao Luo, regardless of whether there was anyone or no one, rushed up by himself with a submachine gun in one hand and a flag in the other.

Anyway, it wasn't that far from the summit, and he was indistinguishable from those guys from the Fourth Legion, and he might miss his first victory if he stopped for a moment.