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

"Hahaha..." The old man's words made everyone laugh. The old man pointed at the old man and shook his head, then said to Zhang Fu, "Tell me about your battle plan."

"Yes!" Zhang Fu responded, and said with a smile: "The overall battle plan was formulated by Jianghuai's deputy commander and his subordinates, and he will explain it to everyone next." His reputation and status have reached the extreme, Zhang Fu So he gave this opportunity to show his face to his apprentice.

Zhang Fu wanted to promote the young man, so the old man would naturally not refuse without showing face, he nodded at Jiang Huai and said with a smile: "Jiang Aiqing, if that's the case, then work hard and tell us about your plan."

"The last general takes orders." Jiang Huai received the order flattered, came to the master, took the baton with both hands, and explained in a sonorous voice with Zhang Fu's encouraging eyes.

"Our battle plan this time is divided into three steps." Raised the stick and nodded Tbilisi,

"Although the forces headed by Wuchaer are no longer a concern, we have to guard against them. Our idea is to mobilize two legions and stare at him. If there is any change, we will take action immediately and take it down. Take the city by the way." No one made any sense to this idea.

He has been fighting with the Timur Empire for more than half a year, and everyone knows how much combat power the opponent's soldiers have.

In the face of this army of the Timurid Empire, which has no intention of fighting, two legions are more than enough. With the support of artillery, airships and aircraft, one legion can defeat the 10 Timurid Empire's army.

That is, the old man and others wanted to have a final contest with the Golden Horde, otherwise Timur would probably have become history long ago.

"According to our agreement, we will fight in the northern plain."

"Our idea is." Jiang Huai tapped the stick in a position,

"The artillery is ready here to support frontal operations at any time."

"The rest of the troops are prepared in a battle formation. Let's fight with them in an upright manner, and let these prairie barbarians lose their hearts."

"Good!" Everyone applauded the second step of the military's plan.To be honest, with the current powerful firepower of the Ming army, this duel is completely bullying the children.

Jiang Huai and the others didn't even intend to dig a trench, but planned to forcefully suppress the opponent with that powerful firepower and terrifying shelling.

When everyone was quiet again, Jiang Huai pointed to the position behind the battlefield.

"And our last step is to let the cavalry corps move here. When the enemy can't bear the blow from the front line and collapses, take action to block the enemy's back and completely solve it." Jiang Huai smiled as he retracted his baton. He said to everyone: "In addition to these, the Air Force will also give us strong support."

"Seniors, to be honest, this war is not challenging for us at all. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party had issued a challenge letter, all the seniors would have wanted to teach them a lesson. Our main army wouldn't even be able to use it for an hour. will settle them down."

"Hahaha..." Everyone who heard Jianghuai's arrogant words laughed again, and the old man even pointed at each other, and said to the veterans: "The young people nowadays are incredible, and 10 grassland barbarians are not in their eyes , Good guy, it can be done in less than an hour. If it was in the past, we would not even dare to think about it when we encountered an enemy of this scale."

"Hahaha..." There was another burst of joyful laughter.After the laughter subsided, the old man stood up, looked at the people who got up at the same time and said loudly: "Old fellows, the old opponent on the opposite side is here again. The long-term grievances between our two clans are coming to an end!" After finishing speaking , waved his big hand and said to Zhu Zhangui: "Little boy, send someone to tell the barbarians on the opposite side that I have come, let them come out quickly to lead the death."

Chapter 384: What firearm?Scimitar bow and arrow are the most powerful!

"Moda, if you listen to my advice, stay in the city and resist Da Ming's attack with me, instead of going out to fight against Da Ming on the plains like a fool."

Daming's letter was quickly delivered to Tbilisi City. The leader of the Golden Horde, Moda, didn't even read the letter, and agreed to fight tomorrow without hesitation.

However, as soon as the envoy of Ming Dynasty left here, Wuchaer once again tried to persuade him.

"Hehe... I heard that you are an eagle in the grassland, but after seeing you today, I realized that you are just a bug in the grass."

"I don't deny that Daming is indeed very powerful now, but I believe more in the scimitar and bow in my hand."

"Back then, our ancestor Genghis Khan conquered the largest territory in the world with his scimitar, bow and arrow, and as his best descendant, I believe I will also create miracles."

The strong and strong Moda stood up with disdain, and walked towards the door.

"Da Ming's firearms are really powerful, and the scimitar and bow have become history. I can tell you responsibly, if you fight him in the wild, you must be the loser."

Wuchaer stood up angrily. He didn't care much about the opponent, but he didn't want the opponent to waste his troops in vain.

Having been hammered by Da Ming for so long, he is well aware of Da Ming's terror.

The overwhelming cannons, the rain of bullets, and the heavy machine guns and submachine guns that can harvest countless lives by swinging from side to side.

God of longevity, Wuchaer has never thought of a murderous weapon in his life, but it can be so terrifying.

As far as the powerful force of the Ming Dynasty is concerned, even if Genghis Khan is resurrected, when he meets the current Daming, he will kneel on the ground and sing conquest.

This is not a question of being timid, nor is it a question of daring to fight or not, but that there is really no hope at all.

To be honest, if it wasn't for revenge for grandpa, the little bit of ambition in his heart, and the little bit of hope for the Ottoman Empire, he would have run away by now.

Moda, who was approaching the door, stopped abruptly, looked at Wuchaer fiercely, pointed at Wuchaer with a carrot-like finger.

"I will let you see that victory will belong to me, to the descendants of Changshengtian!"

"asshole!"

Seeing Moda strode away, Wuchaer angrily threw all the things on the table to the ground.

"Uchar!"

The queen who had been listening for a long time, that is, Shah Ru's daughter, stood up worried.

"Snapped!"

The slap sounded in the hall, the queen fell to the ground covering her face, and looked at Wuchaer with tears in her eyes.

Glancing at him indifferently, Wuchaer spat out a cold "Get out!"

"Woooooooo..."

The desolate sound of the horn broke the tranquility of the morning. Groups of prairie cavalry, driving their beloved horses, holding weapons and bows, slowly walked out of the camp and headed for the agreed battlefield.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty also lined up and chanted their chant, and marched towards the battlefield with uniform steps facing the rising sun.

"call!"

"I haven't been active for several years, and my body has begun to grow flesh. This armor looks a bit small!"

The old man in full body clothes looked at the first ray of sunlight that was about to emerge from the eastern sky, and opened his mouth to let out a breath of cold air.

Zhu Zhangui, who also changed his armor at the side, laughed when he heard the old man's words: "Grandpa has indeed gained a little weight in recent years, but this is good, and you look more majestic."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the veteran who killed the number one warrior in the grassland: "Look at Grandpa Ding, he has lost weight in the past two years. Now that he wears this armor, he won't be as powerful and domineering as before."

"Hahaha…"

The veteran surnamed Ding laughed loudly when he heard the words, patted the armor on his body and said: "I can't help it, I am old, but there is a saying that is good, the old man is strong, the ambition is a thousand miles, the old man, although I am old, but the ability in my hand But it didn't drop at all."

"Ha ha…"

"Old man Ding, I don't believe what you said. Later, we will compete to see who has more heads chopped off."

Hearing that the old man was bragging again, a veteran who was very familiar with him chuckled and issued a challenge.

"You..." Veteran Ding glanced at him, curled his lips in disdain, "Come on, I never cut off more heads than you on the battlefield, and you owe me a dozen drinks for this, and you haven't paid it back yet. Woolen cloth."

"Haha, let's take a gamble this time. If you cut more than me, I will buy you all the dozen or so drinks for several days in a row."

"real!"

"One spittle and one nail, I keep my word, but I have explained in advance that if I win, not only will our previous accounts be written off, but you will also treat me to a drink."

"No problem." Old man Ding waved his hands, then looked forward, smiling at their bickering old man.

"Your Majesty, you have to be a witness to the two of us, lest this old fellow go back on his word."

"Hahaha, good. I'll testify to you two. If anyone dares to play tricks, let him walk back with the team when he returns."

"Grandpa, third uncle has arrived at the predetermined location."

While several old men were joking, Zhu Zhangui received a report that Zhu Gaosui had arrived at the designated location with his cavalry.

Originally, the cavalry should be commanded by Qian Yu, but later Zhu Gaosui found Zhu Zhangui and proposed the idea of ​​commanding the cavalry himself.

In Zhu Gaosui's words, this is the last battle against Meng Yuan. He used to follow the old man to fight Meng Yuan all the time, and now it's coming to an end. If he doesn't fight on the battlefield, he always feels a little regretful.

Moreover, the old man has been in poor health recently, and often has a headache and cold. This situation can no longer stay on the battlefield, and he probably will go back after a while.

At that time, he might also have to go back with the old man, so he wanted to fulfill the regret in his heart and lead the troops to fight the last battle himself.

Naturally, Zhu Zhangui would not refuse the small request of the third uncle, let alone worry about what the third uncle had in mind.

At this point, let alone the third uncle, 10 more are not enough to watch.

So Zhu Zhangui also gave this favor, and handed over the right to command the cavalry to the third uncle.

"kindness!"

Hearing that the cavalry had entered the battle position, everyone restrained their smiles. The old man nodded, raised his whip, and said to the generals behind him: "Old fellows... let's go, let's fight this old opponent. The final closure."

"As ordered!"

The veterans took orders loudly like a rainbow, just like they followed the old man to fight on the grassland.

Time slowly entered Sishi, and the armies of both sides arrived at the plain battlefield.

Although Moda is a bit arrogant, he still has combat skills.

He used infantry as the central army, and the cavalry was divided into three parts, namely the left and right rangers, and the rear standby cavalry.

In addition, this guy is also full of shield vehicles in front of him, it seems that he wants to use this to defend against Daming's firearms.

On Daming's side, there was no overly complicated military formation, just the most basic inverted horoscope formation.

The two sides stopped at a distance of two miles, just looking at each other quietly.

The two parties are feuds, there is nothing to talk about, and there is nothing to talk about. Meeting and fighting is the best way to say hello.

"Woooooooo..."

As time entered Sishizhong, Moda was the first to lose his composure and ordered to sound the horn of attack.

As the attack horn sounded, the former army of the Golden Horde slowly approached the Ming army, pushing their heavy shield carts.

The cavalry on the two wings also began to disperse left and right, looking for opportunities to break through Daming's army formation from the flanks.

It's not that they don't have a cannon, but it's because it's too heavy and it's too inconvenient to bring it from home.

Wuchaer also had them, but the relationship between the two parties was too tense, and Moda didn't ask for it, thinking that with the powerful cavalry, scimitar, bow and arrow, he would be able to settle the opposite Ming.

It's a pity that this guy doesn't know that there will be some guys with long braids in the future who have the same idea as him.

"Prepare!"

Seeing the enemy launching an attack, the Ming army also issued an order to prepare.

Following the officer's order, those in the front row prostrated themselves on the ground, and those in the back stood one by one, and quickly loaded the bullets into the barrels.

At the same time, the heavy machine guns placed every 20 meters in the army formation were also quickly loaded and ready to shoot.

When Daming attacked the Timurid Empire this time, it lost 1/2 of the heavy machine guns of the National Defense Forces.

There are more than 360 machine guns of various old and new models added up.

360 heavy machine guns, oh my god... what a terrifying firepower that is.

When the old man made arrangements yesterday, Zhu Zhangui was thinking that in fact, there is no need to deploy infantry. The more than 300 machine guns and artillery alone can make the opponent stumble.

However, the old man didn't care about this. In his words: This is the last battle with the prairie barbarians, and they still took the initiative to challenge. As the saying goes, a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. As a respect for the opponent, I think we should Use all your strength.

When the old man said this, Zhu Zhangui was speechless. There are more than 400 artillery pieces, 360 heavy machine guns, and submachine guns allocated to important officers. Will there be any dead bodies on the other side after the battle?

Thinking of guarding against this powerful firepower that was almost abnormal, Zhu Zhangui glanced sympathetically at the army of the Golden Horde that was slowly rolling over.

800m...700m...500m...

As time slowly passed, the heavy footsteps on the opposite side got closer and closer, and the distance between the two sides also got closer.

Looking at the Jinzhanghan army that was pressing down aggressively on the opposite side, the Ming army's faces ranged from the old man to the ordinary soldiers, all with very relaxed expressions, without any sense of urgency before the war.

This is not that the Ming army underestimated the enemy, but that the strength of the two sides is not equal at all.

Last night, many soldiers were wondering whether the prairie barbarians on the opposite side were stupid for drinking kumiss. If they wanted to face off against the Ming army with such powerful firepower, and they still set up their formations to fight on the flat ground, could the guy on the opposite side be Natives in the nest?What level is Daming now, and what level are they, don't you know?

The soldiers on the other side didn't know what they thought, but they knew that today was a very easy and extremely easy battle.

Even the military officer said that today's battle is for everyone to warm up, and there is no reward. After winning the battle tonight, eating a celebration banquet is considered a reward.

For this reason, many soldiers wailed unceasingly, and finally encountered a war of killing people for nothing, but the court did not even pay the money.

Although they were very depressed, they would be gone if they were gone, and it would be useless to scream. The only thing that gave them some comfort was that they could still have a good dinner at night after the war.

But then again, since the start of the war, apart from drinking, their food is not bad.

Three canned lunches a day, and a few candies a day, that kind of dry compressed biscuits that can choke people, everyone has a big bag in their bags, I'm afraid I would never have dreamed of it before this day.

400m...300m...

Along with being able to see clearly the face of the person facing him, the relaxed Ming soldier, in order to maintain respect for the enemy, restrained his relaxed smile and showed a little dignified.

At the same time, the gun in his hand was also raised, squinting his eyes and aiming at an unlucky guy on the opposite side.

200m…

The sound of tens of thousands of legions marching forward was so loud, and the powerful vibration even made the ground tremble slightly.