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

After all, a few days ago, the memory of the ten steamships of their Mingzi Camp trembling among hundreds of "big ships" was still too deep.

After witnessing the bombardment of Wuchang and other battles, Liu Mingchuan had a more intuitive understanding of the power of the Great Ming Soldier.

In particular, he heard that these ships of Ming Dynasty were only merchant ships, and they were like chickens and dogs in front of the real giant warships of Ming Dynasty.

Due to his lack of imagination, Liu Mingchuan couldn't imagine how terrifying Daming's all-out attack would be.

The only thing he was sure of was that if Zhu Fugui, who wore Lin Bei's leg, wanted to win the championship, no one in the world would be able to stop him.

The bannerman emperor in the Forbidden City can't do it, and neither can his own Lord Li.

Liu Mingchuan even suspected that the Huai army couldn't stop the group of "peaceful" businessmen from the Ming Dynasty who started doing business before.

If Daming wanted to take Jiangnan, it might not be within easy reach.

It's just that what Liu Mingchuan still can't figure out is why Zhu Fugui didn't do anything?

Does he want to be a saint like Zeng Guofan?

Doesn't look like the number of roads?

Liu Mingchuan couldn't figure out Zhu Fugui's idea of ​​not taking the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, but going to attack the savages in the Northeast and the old hats in the Western Regions.

However, given the current situation, instead of thinking about these, it is better to think about how to make up for the fault of shirking the emperor's order.

This time, Liu Mingchuan didn't want to go back alive when he walked Ziwu Valley with the Daming instructors.

He planned to exchange the lives of himself and two hundred other Anhui children in exchange for Emperor Zhu Ming's forgiveness, the forgiveness of the Huai army.

It's a sin to say it, since the difference between Feidong and Fengyang is only 200 miles, it's not an exaggeration to say that Lord Li and Lord Long Live are from the same hometown...

Lord Li, Lord Li, you made a wrong calculation this time, I can only use this head to repay your kindness!

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Just as Liu Mingchuan was moved by himself, 7000 pioneers of the Chu Army under Zuo Zongtang had already entered Baoxie Road.

Although the Baoxie Road is relatively spacious, it is still a mountain road after all, and it is useless to have more soldiers. Instead, it needs elite troops to urge the city to pull out the flag.

In fact, if he had known that the Six Paths of the Qinling Mountains had fallen into the hands of the barbarians, Zuo Zongtang would not have chosen to covet the benefits of the last stretch of the Han River, and to avoid meeting with Zeng Guofan and marching from Hanzhong, but from Henan.

It's a pity, if money is hard to buy, I would have known it earlier, and Qin Chuan, who is now acquainted with the old Qin's three hundred miles, has instead become a barrier for the barbarians.

Behind Zuo Zongtang's 7000-strong vanguard, there are twice as many civilian men pushing wheelbarrows to transport supplies, led by Master Bai.

Although Hu Huilin was seriously injured and unconscious before, it was mainly caused by transient bacteremia.

Although he is far from recovering from his injury now, he still insists on going out with the army.

It was originally said to be carried by someone in a sedan chair, but later it was put into a small universal cart and pushed by Master Bai.

Just when Hu Huilin felt that his bones were almost falling apart, the team finally stopped.

"General Bai, in front of you is the barbarian castle that blocked the lower officials before, you must be careful, this kind of castle is weird..." Hu Huilin quickly reminded.

But Master Bai didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, he lifted Hu Huilin with one hand, and took out a gas cylinder from under his buttocks with the other hand.

"General Bai, in fact, I have been wanting to ask you just now, what is this under the lower official's crotch? It's quite comfortable to hold."

The corner of Master Bai's mouth twitched, he recited Amitabha, and then ran to the artillery position with the gas tank in his arms.

Zuo Zongtang is here.

Before that, he happened to find a "Biography of Napoleon" from a batch of introductory books donated by Daming.

He realized that for his Southern Chu army, instead of learning the latest Ming Dynasty tactics, Napoleon's artillery decisive theory might be more suitable for him.

Under the command of Zuo Zongtang, the Southern Chu Army had already set up ten stubby mortars, confronting the enemy fortress far away.

Through the advanced Ming-made telescope, Zuo Zongtang can even see the ferocious face under the enemy's hat.

Relying on the castle, these barbarians didn't care about the coming left army, and even thought about praying.

The so-called Russian-style bastion was actually a simple bastion built of stones and wood under the command of Tsarist Russian military advisers. It was far from a solid city wall that could resist direct fire from a 180mm caliber cannon.

Compared with Wuchang City, it is much simpler, but relying on the mountain, it is indeed not a hard bone that the original Southern Chu Army can easily gnaw down.

Master Bai spat: "Amitabha, damn it, it looks not only like Lao Maozi's castle, but also our Chinese castle, there must be a dog traitor!"

Hu Huilin moved over on crutches, and said: "How could it be possible for the Hu people to build these castles in just over a month? They involved craftsmen from Lingzhou and northern Shaanxi. I have seen them before. In fact, They are also some hard-working people."

Zuo Zongtang glanced at the dry red blood on the city wall, nodded and said, "Although there are difficulties for those who work for Hu, they have become an obstacle for our troops to recover Qin... When they choose to succumb to Hu When you build a strong city for them to block your compatriots, and save your life, wife and children, you should also have the consciousness to die under the vanguard of our soldiers today."

Zuo Zongtang sighed.

It's not that there is any soft-hearted attitude.

The so-called kindness does not control soldiers, Zuo Zongtang has countless innocent grassroots blood on his hands over the years, let alone these not so innocent craftsmen.

He just thought, if there was no Daming and that young emperor, would he be a sinner of China in the eyes of future generations like these craftsmen from Hu?

Shaking his head, Zuo Zongtang decided not to think about it so much.

At this time, a figure in a gray military uniform suddenly appeared on the city wall.

He looked contemptuously at the Southern Chu army in the distance, lit a cigarette by himself, pointed forward and asked a barbarian general beside him: "Trique, come and take a look, these strangely dressed Guys don't have braids, that's new!"

"Lieutenant Vyacheslav, with or without braids, they will fall at our feet ... praise really ..."

"That's enough. Instead of praising this, let's praise the great Russian Empire. As long as we occupy Xi'an, we will have the opportunity to occupy Beijing. At that time, whether it is Moscow or Istanbul, we will definitely support your King Khan to occupy the north of the Yangtze River."

One after another, he gave empty promises to the barbarians, and the Russian military officer named Vyacheslav lost his interest.

The Chinese siege tactics are lackluster. In fact, the peoples east of the Urals are just a group of weak lambs in front of the great Russian Empire.

Vyacheslav had no interest in watching the battle.

Although these barbarians have no discipline and lack of training, they are enough to hold the fort with their primitive cruelty and savagery.

"Trik, please remember to prepare an extra lamb chop for me at dinner, thank you!" Vyacheslav patted his mouth, bowed his head and walked down the city wall.

Naturally, this kind of temporary fortress with stone and wood structure is not comfortable.

Life these days is nothing short of torture.

Vyacheslav would have almost gone mad if he hadn't enjoyed the looted property.

He hastened his steps through the low passage to his bedroom, the largest room in the fortress.

However, at the moment when he was about to open the wooden door, his feet suddenly trembled, and whole blocks of stones fell from the corridor...

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Seeing the huge explosion produced by the gas tank, Hu Huilin couldn't help touching his crotch subconsciously.

When he thought of straddling such a thing all the way, he felt bad all over.

Rewind time 10 minutes ago.

After brushing and lubricating the gas tank with lard, these chubby pretty boys were stuffed into the barrel.

In later generations, from the Sahel region to Syria, from the jungles of southern Thailand to the hills of Afghanistan, gas tanks made in China have always been good partners for both military and civilian purposes.

However, those who use gas tanks are generally guerrillas and rebels. The Bashar government in Syria is the only regular army that has formed a gas tank brigade.

So the gas tank is also called the Bashar happy barrel.

But now, this title belongs to Emperor Zhu Fugui.

In an ideal state, when a 15kg Fugui happy barrel explodes, the power is equivalent to 150kg of TNT explosives, which is enough to blow up a two-story building.

If you use the power of grenades to compare: a grenade contains about 50 grams of TNT explosives. According to this calculation, it is 3000 grenades!

After all, it is not a conventional weapon. Although the gas tank is powerful, but because of its large diameter, the mortar used for firing can only be made very short and thick, and its range is limited.

Despite the black technology of pneumatic rubber tires, this mortar still needs four strong men to pull it.

Zuo Zongtang learned his lesson this time, and he also took out a tweeter, and shouted: "Those who fired the cannon will each be rewarded with a hundred Ming Yuan, and those who ascend first will be rewarded with a thousand Ming Yuan!"

As an old-fashioned army, Nanchu naturally continued the tradition since ancient times.

Those who climb first are rewarded heavily, as has always been the case.

Stimulated by money, each battalion of the Southern Chu Army covered ten mortars and approached the city.

At this time, the barbarians on the top of the city fired wildly with Russian rifles.

The four battalions of the Southern Chu Army, with a total of 2.0 soldiers, used wooden signs to cover the gunners, and at the same time used Mingbahua [-] to fight back.

It's okay if they don't fight back, but when they fight back, a scene that stunned both sides happened.

Originally occupying a favorable location, the condescending Hu people should have the upper hand, and the Southern Chu army should have paid a huge price to push the mortar with a range of only 200 meters under the city wall to fire.

But the fact is that the Southern Chu army actually suppressed the firepower on the city wall, fought back and forth, and even gained the upper hand.

"Hahaha, I understand!"

Zuo Zongtang looked at the safe distance and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, "Your Hu people, who have lived in Han for a long time, should be able to speak Chinese. Listen, you are the czar's eagle dog, and we Chu people are The firearms used by Emperor Ming’s minions are all heavy cuts, in a word, our Ming’s firearms are invincible in the world, far surpassing the Russians by a hundred times!”

Lao Zuo was really happy.

It is suitable to fight such a happy battle with foreigners.

This Tsarist Russian second-line rifle is no match for Minghuahua 2.0 in terms of range and rate of fire.

What's more, the name of the Minghuahua series is known as the foreign trade version. In Daming's eyes, it is just a firecracker.

Zuo Zongtang still has 1500 Xing 001 rifles that were once deployed in the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty and have only been eliminated for three years!

Be a dog of Russia, no, be a dog of Daming, okay!

It is only natural for Zuo Zongtang to feel so emotional.

The Southern Chu army and the Hu people are old-fashioned armies that lack good training in the use of firearms.

Relatively speaking, after fighting for ten years, even the Southern Chu Army, which was fighting with the Taiping Army, was still slightly stronger than the Hu people.

After all, these barbarian guns are exactly the same as the Africans and Arabs of later generations. They shoot with both hands up high, and it depends on God's will whether they hit the target.

To put it simply, Nanchu Dahuren is roughly equivalent to Brave Brass 5VS Tough Black Iron 2, which is a little bit ahead in terms of operation.

But more importantly, the equipment of the brass player still has an advantage of at least 1000 yuan!

Daming’s so-called Minghuahua 1.0 is a batch of flintlock guns made of lighter components.

Minghuahua 2.0 is a weapon given by strategy, and it will not be sold casually.

Because the so-called Ming Huahua 2.0 is actually an almost brand-new Chassepo rifle captured by the Ming Dynasty in the second Ming-French War.

Historically, the Prussians seized more than 150 million brand-new Chassepol rifles and modified them so that they could be loaded with Mauser rifle bullets.

Daming was not so lucky.

His Majesty Nasan, who came across the ocean, brought only 50 rifles, and Daming suffered heavy losses.

If you don't count the first-generation Mauser rifle that was just invented, the Chasepo rifle should be the best rifle in Europe today.

But it is still far behind the Ming Dynasty's Dewu two-year rifle. After all, the Dewu two-year rifle is essentially a modified version of the fifth-generation Mauser rifle.

As for the Russian rifles in the hands of the barbarians...

Only one word.

fishing!

Perhaps in the minds of the Hu people and the Qing court, Maozi was an imperialist power with strong industrial strength, but in fact Tsarist Russia, like the Manchus, was a great power built on the back of its vast land and huge army.

Tsarist Russia's ordnance capabilities are far inferior to Britain and France, with old equipment and low quality control capabilities.

It can be said that Russian wool without the blessing of a Georgian shoemaker is second only to Ottoman in Fira.

Tsarist Russia gave these barbarians the M1845 rifle produced by the Izhevsk State Arsenal...

This gun is known to be an antique 20 years ago from the name, and it doesn't even have rifling...

During the Crimean War from 1853 to 1856, Sha Maozi lined up with mentally handicapped muskets like the M1845 and was beaten into clubs by the rifled rifles of the British and French allied forces...

But one thing Zuo Zongtang wrongly blamed the Russians.

Lord Fugui did indeed spare the Southern Chu army, and did not give them the most advanced rifles.

But the Russians...have brought out the best...

The Russians themselves are still using muskets, which are nearly 40 years behind Britain and France, as their main battle weapons.

The Russians' own rifled guns are still being developed...

"Chir... chirp... chirp... chirp..."