I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Fortunately, there are two sets of life jackets on each boat, and the commandos can basically swim, and the overturned rubber boat is not like a sunken iron-hulled boat. Not only will it not cause a vortex that pulls people down, but it can also provide a perfect support point .

Therefore, although a total of dozens of people entered the water, less than ten people were unlucky enough to be lost by the impact of the river.

Most of the assault boats have successfully reached the river beach on the other side.

The commandos immediately sought cover to provide cover for the bridge builders, while taking off their bright orange life jackets and putting on a second-level armor and second-level head.

The total weight of the armed police tactical body armor and standard helmets that are standard in the Ming Army is only a few kilograms. Although they cannot be worn on the body when crossing the river, they will not take up too much load space on the assault boat.

But this time the enemy is obviously much more difficult than the stinky fish and rotten shrimps they encountered in Washington State before.

About 500 meters ahead, the Oregon National Guard, occupying the commanding heights, tried to organize a line of infantry, and swooped down to attack the unsteady Ming vanguard.

This made many soldiers of the Ming army have to start shooting at the enemy before they could penetrate the armor, and casualties inevitably occurred.

Fortunately, it is no longer the era of infantry. The real commanding height is not the hillside occupied by the National Guard, but the sky above their heads.

Although the navy's drones performed a little hip-hop in this campaign, after a few rounds of bombing, they gradually grasped the wind direction and other factors, and their hit rate picked up.

In addition, the "Yangzhou" and "Zhenjiang" also provided fire support in real time to suppress the local artillery positions. In a short while, the barely organized line of the Oregon National Guard was beaten to pieces.

Through the telescope, Zhu Fugui finally saw the appearance of the enemy commander clearly.

This is a middle-aged man who is blind in one eye, not tall, but very ferocious.

Zhu Fugui witnessed with his own eyes that he drew out his saber and stabbed to death a musketeer who was trying to escape, and skillfully cut off his head as a deterrent.

Zhu Fugui thought that this kind of method was only available in Asia, but Bai Pi was also very skilled.

"After all, it was the last laughing winner in the colonial era, and there are still a few capable people in Citigroup!"

Zhu Fugui had to affirm the commanding art of this one-eyed dragon.

From the beginning, although it did not serve as a low-wall artillery position for any eggs, it turned into a river beach blocking battle, so that he braved the air raid organization to line up and shoot the charge. This Cyclops is definitely a qualified, even a Excellent commander of the muzzle-loading era.

Unfortunately, times have changed!

When the simple pontoon bridge was finally built, Qi Wenchang gave an order to the support troops who had already prepared: "Raise the flag of the Sun Moon White Tiger Army and prepare to cross the river!"

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of artillery, two thousand elite infantrymen in full helmets and armor began to cross the river in an orderly manner.

The one-eyed man, that is, Lieutenant Colonel Hoffman, the commander of the Oregon National Guard, saw that the situation was over, and rode fast horses with other lieutenants and fled towards the south.

So far, Portland's sinister plot to intercept the Great Ming Bing north of the New Yellow River has been completely bankrupt. Before the armored troops crossed the river, the infantry and cavalry began to mop up the tail.

……

With Yin Susu's support, Zhu Fugui stepped onto the temporary pontoon bridge.

I have to say that this polyethylene pontoon is thoughtfully equipped with a railing, but walking on it, Zhu Fugui still feels that he is playing a super adventure, and has a feeling that he will become Zhu Houzhao's second at any time.

Fortunately, the pontoon bridge of several hundred meters was finished without any risk.

This experience made Zhu Fugui realize that with the development of Ming Dynasty, the necessity of his own personal expedition seems to have become less and less.

But how to persuade Aifei to stay in the rear is a problem.

After arriving at the south bank, the army has cleared the enemy within a radius of 3 kilometers.

Yan Yan reported the results of the battle to Zhu Fugui.

In this battle, according to a rough count, Daming killed at least 3700 enemy troops, destroyed more than 30 artillery pieces, captured 22 pieces, sank 2 inland river ships, and wounded and captured 2 ships.

Among them, more than 1430 enemies were directly shot at the river beach position. After landing, more than 1700 enemies were killed by the trinity of sea, land and air strikes, and the rest died in follow-up pursuit.

It is conservatively estimated that the remaining active force of the enemy is at least about 2000 people.

Including the garrison left by the Oregon National Guard and the militia conscripted, the total number of enemies may still be more than 5000.

Considering the general policy of preserving itself rather than destroying the enemy, the command decided to wait until the armor was in place before launching an attack on Portland.

However, when building a high-grade pontoon bridge that can be opened to traffic, some minor difficulties were encountered.

The flow speed of the New Yellow River is much higher than that of the Daming River and its tributaries, which are usually trained. Therefore, it took seven hours for the bridge-building engineers to erect the reliable pontoon bridge.

But it was approaching dusk at this time, and it would take at least an hour until all the vehicles passed.

Under Zhu Fugui's suggestion, the headquarters decided to set up a temporary camp, rest for one night, and launch a general attack on Portland City tomorrow.

Doing so is of course not conducive to the complete annihilation of the enemy.

But to be honest, Zhu Fugui has no interest in annihilating the enemy.

Now there are at least 100 million white people in the western United States, and it would cost a lot of money to shoot them all. They are willing to go back to the east to fight internally, and it is too late for Zhu Fugui to welcome them.

After all, the birth rate of white people in this era is also frighteningly high, and there are fertility factories in Europe, it is impossible to reduce their population simply by massacres.

We must think of some ingenious ways, institutionally, culturally, and morally, to allow the white race to embark on the old path of later generations before reaching the peak of population.

Therefore, after defeating the enemy's main force, Zhu Fugui prepared to advance slowly, not only to ensure that his own losses were minimized, but also to give the whites a chance to roll back to the east to participate in the North-South War.

Of course, if they were greedy for their property in Portland and persisted, Zhu Fugui would let them taste the steel whip of Ming Dynasty.

After all, with the expansion of the territory of Ming Dynasty, the number of mines will naturally increase, and the number of white slaves is not enough!

Chapter 191 Morishita Seppuku

Just when Zhu Fugui called Mo Bai and asked him to organize a group of cavalry along the river to capture some Baodibai slaves who met the needs of mining, a guy covered in bandages staggered over.

Behind him was a group of doctors and nurses, shouting: "Captain Mori, you can't do this, you can't run around!"

At the same time, the guards around Zhu Fugui immediately took out their pistols and sabers and aimed at the person coming.

They were carefully selected soldiers who ate a good diet and had no night blindness at all. They immediately saw the man in bandages running up, holding a one-and-a-half-foot-long command dagger in his hand.

"Long live!"

Morishita's face was wrapped in bandages, revealing two white eyeballs, which looked particularly frightening.

He knelt down more than ten meters away from Zhu Fugui.

"The sinful minister, Morishita, failed the long live emperor's favor and caused the 'Zhenjiang' to be shot. It is really a shame for the navy, and I can only apologize with death!"

Just as Zhu Fugui was about to say that it is normal for a warship to be shot because guns have no eyes on the battlefield, Morishita drew out his saber and stabbed at his stomach.

"I rely on!"

Zhu Fugui was taken aback.

Accustomed to the "craftsmanship spirit" of Heisei, Reiwa, and the good-for-nothings of later generations, Zhu Fugui did not expect Morishita to play so well!

"Hey, hundreds of thousands of tons of nuclear waste sewage have been discharged into the sea. The epidemic has killed thousands of people. It's just a bow. You are too sincere!"

Zhu Fugui wanted to step forward to support Morishita, but was stopped by the guards.

After all, the other party was holding a knife, and stabbing himself to death was a small thing, but stabbing a little finger of Lord Long Live was a big deal.

Fortunately, Mo Bai was agile, and after confirming that Long Live Lord was not in danger, he rushed forward and subdued the weak Morishita.

But Mo Bai was still a step too late, Morishita's knife had already penetrated more than an inch into his stomach.

Several other guards, as well as Yan Yan and Zhang Changgui who were nearby, stepped forward quickly, and worked together to firmly control Morishita, not letting him make a cross-cut and then pull a knife to let his intestines flow out.

"Report to Commander, Captain Morishita has been in a coma since he was affected by the explosion, but when he woke up, he ran out while we were not paying attention..."

Dr. Dong Wei, Chief Physician of Daming Royal Hospital and Army Major, quickly explained.

"Put Sen Aiqing off and treat her well!" Zhu Fugui nodded.

"Yes!" Dong Wei and several nurses hurried forward and loaded Morishita onto the stretcher with the help of everyone.

"Morishita, my Ming Dynasty is not the Fusang feudal lords whose customs have not been developed. Even if you have done something, you must be tried by a military court. You are not allowed to do such stupid things. If you let me know what you are doing, I will revoke your Yunnan household registration. , not allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Sen family in Qujing, Yunnan!"

After threatening Mori, Zhu Fugui ordered someone to cut him off. With such a serious threat, I believe he will not be so impulsive again.

The Japanese in this era are really a bit scary. They will show you tearing your intestines at every turn. Who can stand it?

But in any case, these people are at least more pleasing to the eye than the younger generations who serve as urinals and meat screens for Americans.

"Give up the depravity of material civilization, find back the virtues and spirit of simplicity and perseverance of the ancients, and become a real warrior!"

In 1970, Yukio Mishima committed seppuku in accordance with traditional Japanese rituals, wearing a "Seven Lives to Serve the Country" headband.

This great writer is not actually a real militarist, he has criticized militarism in "Bushido and Militarism".

What he can't accept is the fact that Japan has become a dog for Westerners. In order to change all this, he even tried to launch a mutiny, but he only got the ridicule of the people at that time.

In the end, Yukio Mishima committed suicide by harakiri. Among the Japanese in the future, there will be no bulldog that dares to bark its teeth at its American master.

It may be difficult for future generations to understand why Morishita and others, who were Japanese slaves, were so enthusiastic about the revival of the Ming Dynasty, but in this era, even Chinese people like Qi Wenchang can somewhat understand it.

Morishita is not a person, but a microcosm of the trend of the times.

After the Black Ship Incident, Westerners ran rampant in Japan, and a large number of Japanese people have the idea that Japan is small and weak, and should assist China in fighting Western powers.

Even if that China is just a Tartarized China, and it is not regarded as the Zhengshuo of China, it is still the place of hope.

It's a pity that the Manchu Qing is really muddy and cannot support the wall, which not only disappoints the people of the country, but also disappoints the elite.

As for the vigorous Ming Dynasty, even though it was so weak at the beginning, it represented the Zhengshuo of China and the mother country of the Lord Guoxing. Naturally, it was easy to be regarded as the beacon of Asia by the desperate Morishita.

In fact, not only people from foreign countries like Japan, Korea, and Ryukyu have such ideas, but the Chinese themselves, how come they don’t have the idea of ​​being a kingdom of heaven, and that Dazhi can benefit the world, or that the yellow race can rule the world?

In the Daming Royal Library, there is such a cool novel, "New Era", which is not outdated even if it is read in later generations.

This book is not Zhu Fugui's random fabrication, or a novel picked up from the era of Internet literature, but a book written by people in the Qing Dynasty.

In the 34th year of Guangxu in the Pseudo-Qing Dynasty, in 1908 AD, a man named Jin Zuoli, whose pseudonym was the owner of Bihe Pavilion, Lao Pujie, wrote this divine book that made people laugh and cry.

"For the first time, we will use the Yellow Emperor to record the year in the past, and we will hold a white parliament in the future.

The second time I saw the opportunity and resigned as Prime Minister, there was nothing I could do to seek help from the Hungarian King

The third time to save compatriots Fei Dian Qi Qianxun, re-enlist colleagues to set up ancestors

……

No. 20 rounds of final battles with yellow and white points, and a peaceful world to settle disputes"

In the book, Jin Zuoli envisions that in 1999, when the next century is approaching, China is already a powerful constitutional monarchy with a population of 10 billion and an army of 600 million.

Not only took back the concessions of the great powers in China, but also became the leader of all yellow countries again.

And in this year, Hungary, far away in Eastern Europe, was bullied by white European countries and the country was poor and weak. It called the Chinese emperor for help.

Hearing this, the Chinese emperor was furious, and immediately sent troops to Europe to avenge his "compatriots", challenge the white powers, and finally force the white countries to sign an alliance under the city.

Amidst the great victory, China led the nations of the yellow race into a new era and opened a new chapter.

……

From the perspective of the time, Mr. Jin was undoubtedly an angry youth, a racist, a deviant of civilized order, and even a delusional patient.

But looking back in the 21st century, Zhu Fugui is more willing to call him a half-prophet. The Chinese of later generations has at least fulfilled a small part of his prophecy.

Of course, although we are strong, we are still far from being the lighthouse for the yellow race.

Hungary is not the "Queen of the Huns" who regards China as the big brother, it can only be regarded as a relatively pro-China country among European countries.

Although the report card may not have a high score, I believe that Mr. Jin should be quite relieved to see all this in heaven.

Objectively speaking, the literariness of this novel is just that, but in the library, the loan rate of this book is quite high, and it is not very popular.

Zhu Fugui didn't know if Morishita was also influenced by this novel to some extent, but there was no doubt that within Daming, there was a unified idea, that is, if you want to unite the yellow people in the world, you want to establish an unbreakable yellow race. Alliance, Zhonghua is the best and the only choice that can succeed.

For a country like Japan, no matter how strong its national strength is, its background and potential cannot be enough to support their ambitions.

Seeing Morishita being carried down, Zhu Fugui sighed.

At this time, he noticed that there was a pale and short sailor, who was on his toes, clasped his hands and walked towards Senshita, and he put down and prayed silently.

Instinctively, Zhu Fugui felt that this little man was not Chinese.

But there are only about twenty Japanese men in Daming territory, it seems that there is not such a number.

"You, what are you doing?"

Zhu Fugui pointed, and immediately a guard stepped forward and brought him over.

"I...I am Corporal Ito, a first-year sailor..." The little man said in a panic in unfamiliar Chinese.

Chapter 192

Facts have proved that the intermediary Morishita found for himself is very unreliable.