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

This is called charisma.

The simple and ordinary words of encouragement, uttered from the mouth of the old man, made people seem to have been praised by the whole world.

All the soldiers watched closely when the old man waved his hands and gestures when he spoke.

This is the charm of the emperor, and this is the famous Yongle Emperor.

The cheers gradually subsided, the old man pinched his waist with his hands, looked at all the soldiers, and said loudly:

"Soldiers of Ming Dynasty, comrades of XX, my brothers, tell me, tell me loudly, are you satisfied with this small achievement?"

"Not satisfied, not satisfied!"

Although physically and mentally exhausted, all the soldiers still roared loudly.

"Haha, yes, we are not satisfied, this little achievement just wants to send us away, dreaming of his grandma, our brothers are very greedy."

"Hahaha……"

Laughter resounded throughout the battlefield, and the old man waved his hand, pointing at the defense line inside the Baisha checkpoint.

"Take it down, take down this last stumbling block, let's drink and eat meat with all the brothers tonight!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The morale is boiling and the fighting spirit is high.

With a big wave of the old man's hand, the vanguard army, which had replenished ammunition and soldiers, let out a roar that shook the sky, and rushed towards the last line of defense of the Baisha checkpoint without fear of death.

The old man did not return to the observation post, but came to the city wall, had someone fetch a war drum, threw his hat aside, and personally beat the drum to cheer for the charging soldiers.

"dong dong dong dong..."

"kill…"

The sound of beating drums and shouts of killing pierced the sky. A soldier held a bayonet-mounted rifle and yelled hoarsely. He followed his comrades around him like the last line of defense of the Timurid Empire, launching wave after wave of attacks. Ferocious attack.

On the other side, Jiang Huai, who also received the order, also led the soldiers to attack from the rear.

Under the attack of the two sides, the defense line of the Timur Empire was in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, the eighth checkpoint has been breached, and the Ming army has rushed inside."

"Your Majesty, the rear city gate has been blasted open, and the enemy has rushed in."

"Your Majesty, the enemy's iron birds are coming again, and they are massacring our soldiers frantically."

"Your Majesty, the Artillery Corps has reported that the ammunition depot has been occupied, and they only have five rounds of ammunition left."

Bad news came one after another. Shah Ruh, who was sitting on a chair with his head down, clenched his fists tightly.

He is not reconciled, he is really not reconciled.

He didn't believe that Da Ming was so strong that he broke through the natural barrier that he spent countless manpower and prepared for several years in just one day.

But the reality is such a slap in the face, the last internal defense line has been breached in many places, and the crazy Ming army has already rushed in.

"Your Majesty, retreat, if this continues, our entire army will be wiped out!"

A general finally stood up and said something that no one dared to say.

There was an instant deathly silence, and everyone looked at Shaharu.

"what are you saying!"

Slowly raising his head, Shaharu, whose eyes were already bloodshot, stared at the general who stood up.

Although the general was sweating nervously, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, please retreat. If this continues, we will have no other result except for the complete annihilation of our army."

"One-third of our empire's army exists here. If all of them are buried here, our empire will be completely over."

"It's not that we don't have opportunities. We still have countless cities, and we can still stick to each city."

"The reason why we suffer so much today is because we don't understand the Ming army and their fighting methods."

"Because of this, we lost a lot of people early on."

"Now that we know, the next time we encounter them, we can specifically defend against this aspect, and even make counter-law enforcement."

"This kind of large-scale battle with the Ming army is actually a wrong choice."

"We should take advantage of our empire's powerful, deep and harsh environment, trade space for time, disperse the troops of the Ming army, take advantage of their unfamiliarity with the terrain, sneak attacks, block each other, and consume the strength of the Ming army little by little. Strength, not a head-to-head confrontation with the Ming army here."

While speaking, the officer knelt on one knee, looked at Shaharu and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, war is not a child's play. Every victory or defeat is related to the fate of our entire empire."

"We can fail countless times, but we still have the possibility of rising because we are fighting at home."

"But the Ming army can't. Their weapons require strong logistics. As long as we grasp this point and carry out multi-faceted strikes, and when the Ottoman Empire arrives, victory will belong to us."

The general's words made Shaharu's angry expression gradually relax, and his blood-red eyes also faded.

"What's your name?"

For this young general, Shah Ruh is not very familiar with it, it seems that he only has a little impression.

"The last general, Uchar, is a Tatar. After our tribe was defeated by Ming Dynasty, we came to the empire to join the army. Now we are serving as a logistics officer."

"Uchar!"

Shaharu repeated the name, then looked at the other party and asked seriously: "If I want to hand over the imperial army to you, can you defeat the Ming army?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and Wuchaer was a little surprised, but then he was overjoyed, knowing that his chance had come.

"No, but I can hold back Daming's footsteps, buy time for the final victory, and kill the Ming army on a large scale during this period."

"Okay, that's enough." Shaharu slapped the table, pointed at Uchar and said, "I now appoint you as the chief officer in charge of the evacuation, responsible for commanding the evacuation, from ordinary soldiers to me, the king, They all follow your orders."

"If you can successfully lead us to retreat this time, I will worship you as the general of the Timur Empire and be in charge of commanding the Anti-Ming."

Wuchaer's heart was pounding with excitement, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came, and he could finally avenge his grandfather.

The little prince of the Uchar Tatar tribe, the grandson of Alutai.

He has been loved by Alutai since he was a child, and he has been brought by his side for education.

When fighting against Daming back then, Alutai sent his little grandson, who had devoted all his efforts, to a safe place because he was not sure of victory.

I plan to take it back if I win, and if I beat myself, I can keep a root.

It's a pity that he was still defeated in the end. What's more unfortunate is that Ming's attack speed was too fast. Before Wuchaer had time to control the Tatar tribe, the Ming army killed him.

If he hadn't been running fast at that time, he might have become Daming's prisoner by now.

Uchar was an ambitious man. He did not go to the Golden Horde with the large army, because he knew that if he went in his own capacity, he would either be killed or imprisoned for life.

So he chose another way out and took refuge in the Timur Empire. He wanted to use his own ability to find a way out in the Timurid Empire and get a high-ranking position. If he had the opportunity, he would not hesitate. instead.

It's a pity that because he is not from his own clan, although he has good ability and dares to fight, he only served as a small officer, and then he was promoted by a small rank to become a grain transport officer by virtue of his ability to deliver grain and grass on time.

He was not qualified to come to this important place. Later, the front line lost, and his superiors asked him to call up logistics troops to prepare for it. He dared to come and report before he could catch up.

"It's Your Majesty, and the general will do his best to complete the task you assigned."

Shaharu nodded, glanced at all the generals, and said coldly: "You have heard my order."

The generals got up quickly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Shaharu snorted coldly. He was extremely disgusted by these useless guys who occupy high positions. If it weren't for the fact that they were really useless, he would have kicked all these guys into the cesspit long ago.

Uchar, who took over the command, quickly displayed his ability.

The originally chaotic troops began to gradually become orderly. According to the requirements of their superiors, they began to retreat in an orderly manner in the direction of the unknown army.

Naturally, the retreat of the Timur Empire could not be hidden from Daming.

Some generals proposed to pursue him closely, but the old man refused.

In the words of the old man: the rabbit bites people when it is in a hurry, and when we are in a hurry, we will fight to the death, and we will lose the lives of our brothers in vain.

And most importantly, the opposite side has changed generals, and the command style is completely different, that is, because they are not familiar with the army of the Timurid Empire, otherwise the retreat will be smoother.

For this point, Zhang Fu is also very good.

Now that the Ming army has been fighting bloody battles for a day, they are already physically and mentally exhausted. If the enemy is pushed too hastily, it is easy for the enemy to make a dying counterattack. This is extremely not in the interest of Daming.

The purpose of this battle is to take down the Baisha line of defense and kill a large number of vital forces of the Timurid Empire.

Now that the first goal is about to be completed, the second goal can be handed over to the Air Force airship unit to complete. There is no need to force the enemy to death at this time.

With the instruction of the supreme commander and the commander of this battle, the Ming army began to slowly slow down the attack, and even intentionally let the soldiers of the Timurid Empire go.

Uchar also caught this and gave the order to retreat quickly.

When the time reached dusk, the Baisha Defense Line, which had been ringing with gunfire all day, fell completely silent.

A bonfire was raised in the city, and the soldiers of the main army who fought for a day today sat around the fire under the envious eyes of the soldiers of the defense army, eating barbecue, drinking the fine wine rewarded by the emperor, laughing and talking loudly.

In the Battle of the Baisha Defense Line, the Ming army won a complete victory.

In this battle, the Ming army killed 1800 people and wounded 3500 people, which is considered to have lost half of the army.

On the Timurid Empire's side, at least 15 of the 6 troops were killed, and more than 5000 were captured. The rest evacuated one after another, fleeing for their lives under the pursuit of airships and planes.

The side with fewer troops won the battle and occupied the side with 5 more people in the natural barrier.This battle created a new siege method, and brought countless valuable siege experience for the Ming Dynasty to conquer the world.

Chapter 377: World Naval War Begins!

The east is at war, and the west is not idle.

Since the arrival of the five legions, Qi Yuan started the plan he had studied in his heart for a long time.

In a huge conference room in Jerusalem, dozens of military officers sat in rows, holding small notebooks in their hands, looking at Qi Yuan, who was holding a baton in front of him, poking around on the map, recording important content.

"Because you are from different units, for the convenience of command, you will be temporarily reorganized as the Western Expeditionary Corps from today onwards."

"The legion I lead is the First Legion, and you are 12345..."

After waving his hand to make several legion commanders stand up and sit down, Qi Yuan picked up the baton and poked at the map behind him and preached:

"Since the war with the Roco Kingdom, Ottoman has also suffered heavy casualties."

"According to the information we have received, they have already retreated to Aleppo, where they have begun to establish a defensive line, intending to rely on supplies from the rear to block our attack."

"The British Duke has already started fighting. I believe that we will achieve great results in the near future, so we can't rest. We must show a beautiful victory to show our existence to the Supreme Emperor, to the Emperor, and to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Brothers, we are on the verge of a fight. This kind of world-class war has been waged by the Mongols since ancient times. Among the Yanhuang race, only we, Ming, have the ability to launch a war of this level."

"We soldiers are born for war, and this is also an opportunity for us to make a name for ourselves."

"It is the biggest dream in the hearts of all our soldiers to expand the territory and enshrine the marquis. Now the opportunity is in front of us. Whether we can win it depends on our own efforts."

"So for this war, our brothers will not be reduced to supporting roles, we have to play our own splendor, we have to play our own prestige."

"We want the common people in the world to know that our Western Expeditionary Corps has a part in this great achievement!"

"Clap clap clap..."

There was warm applause, and all the generals blushed with excitement, as if they had already thought that they had made great contributions, returned home to be rewarded by the court by the people, and their relatives cheered enthusiastically.

Stretching out his hand to press down, Qi Yuan said with a serious expression: "No matter how beautiful the words are, it is better to go out and fight the enemy in person. Only by making achievements, only by making good achievements, can everyone remember us."

"Now I order!"

"Whoa!"

All the generals stood at attention and looked at Qi Yuan expectantly, waiting for his order.

"The Sixth Army is responsible for guarding Jerusalem, and sent some troops to assist the navy in protecting the canal."

"Master Commander..."

Hearing that his mission was only to protect the city, the head of the only garrison army, he was unwilling to fight for a chance.

"Old Xu's rear is the most important thing. The canal is related to our Ming Dynasty's plan to conquer the world in the future. As long as you defend Jerusalem and the canal, it will be a great achievement. If it is not for my life, I would like to trade with you." gone."

"Hahaha…"

There was an instant burst of friendly laughter in the room.

The head of the garrison army scratched his head. Although he was still a little unwilling, he also understood that compared to the other field troops, his army was much inferior in terms of equipment and combat capabilities. Qi Yuan's arrangement was actually to take care of him. face.

"It's the Commander!"

Raising his hand in salute, the commander of the garrison took over the task.

After arranging the rear defense mission, Qi Yuan looked at the other legion commander, "Lao An, your legion's weapons and equipment have not been updated yet, and it is a bit of a disadvantage to go to the front line. The task of protecting our logistics line is entrusted to you. This is an important errand, whether our brothers can defeat Osman in the front, it all depends on you."