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

Barbarians kept getting shot on the city wall, and then fell headlong.

"These Han people didn't bring a ladder to rush the car, they couldn't get up!"

The Hu people suffered heavy casualties but still did not retreat.

The strong city under their feet is their greatest source of confidence.

Moreover, the "African-style" shooting method is used to hide the whole person behind the bunker, only revealing the design of two hands holding guns, which also makes the Hu people feel a little bit at ease.

Although I can't kill you, you can't kill me either!

We shoot at each other, but God will direct my bullets to hit you!

……

"It's really fun, Amitabha!"

Master Bai shot and killed two barbarians who were braver and dared to probe.

At the same time, his team finally pushed the mortar down 200 meters in front of the city wall.

This distance, shelling accuracy and so on are meaningless.

The advantages of wasting a dozen gas cylinders for practice before were reflected, and Master Bai was the first to launch the barrel of wealth and happiness.

Immediately afterwards, within half a minute, another three mortars fired out the barrel of wealth and happiness.

The sound of explosions and the screams of barbarians intertwined into a moving melody.

The fifth mortar did not fire again.

Because the four rich and happy barrels, equivalent to 600 kilograms of TNT explosive equivalent, have reduced the fortress in front of them to ruins.

Zuo Zongtang fell in love with the tweeter.

Shouting "Kill Hu", he directed the reserve of 5000 troops to rush forward.

The few Hu people who survived under the ruined walls resisted stubbornly and were quickly shot to death.

Even the Nine-headed Birds who helped deliver the supplies pulled out their waist knives and stepped forward to chop down those barbarians who were crushed by stones.

"Your grandfather, Hunan people don't pay attention to it, we Hubei heroes are the most moral, let you be a full ghost, don't go hungry on the road to Huangquan!"

Some kind-hearted nine-headed birds took out traditional Hanzhong delicacies from their trouser pockets and put them into the mouth of the Hu man Aba Aba, and then stabbed him in the chest with a knife.

But it is inevitable that there will always be cunning Hu people who feign death or hide in the corners of the rocks to attack, causing casualties to the Southern Chu army.

Liu Songshan, Zuo Zongtang's confidant, almost died.

In history, Liu Songshan was shot in the left chest and died when he attacked Ma Hualong's fort.

Perhaps it was a doomed fate, when he turned over a broken rock, he saw Lieutenant Vyacheslav who was dying.

"Mao smash!"

Liu Songshan was overjoyed.

It's not that he likes Maozi so much, but because he has practiced Russian for so long before, and he is happy to see Liexin.

"Sukka is not listed, Suka is not listed, do you understand?"

Liu Songshan had just said it twice, but the dying Maozi, who seemed to be harmless, suddenly turned around and pulled out his pistol and fired at him.

The bullet hit Liu Songshan's left chest, making a jingling sound.

"Screw your mother!" Liu Songshan was startled, and quickly pulled out his waist knife to chop off the boy's head, and then kicked him away.

Then, Liu Songshan took out a black tile-like ceramic insert from his chest, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "As expected of an armor that can only be worn by a general of the Ming Dynasty, there is something really special about it!"

Before parting, Zhao Xizhu demonstrated the bulletproof plugboard, and he couldn't help expressing his gratitude, and sent three sets of bulletproof vests to the Southern Chu Army.

Zuo Zongtang kept one set for himself, and gave the other two sets to Liu Songshan and Master Bai respectively. He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

"The order is passed on, Mao Zi is so cruel that he can't even listen to the words of persuading Mao Zi to surrender. In the future, you must be extremely careful when persuading Mao Zi to surrender!"

Zuo Zongtang cast his eyes on the barbarian who was blown into pieces by the explosion, or was burnt into coke, or was killed by a patch knife among the ruins. Tang silently took out the "Son of Heaven (crossed out) Notes on Daily Life ([-])" started reading.

"It seems that there is still a problem with the old man's previous tactics... You shouldn't save the bucket of happiness for the Long Live Lord, or the Long Live Lord is right. In this big change that has not been seen in 3000 years, people are the real priceless treasure..."

What kind of firepower suppression, what kind of saturation attack, what kind of daring blows up for me, Zuo Zongtang learned it by himself without a teacher.

Moreover, there is a theoretical basis for this, and when the time comes to ask Fengdu for a bucket of wealth and happiness, it will be considered as a teacher's name...

But in a flash, Zuo Zongtang became worried again.

Daming probably spent 5000 to [-] million taels of silver on this western expedition.

And he also heard that the people of the Ming Dynasty were only in the tens of millions, and each citizen of the Ming Dynasty would have to pay four or five taels of silver for the west.

Although this Ming citizen is rich, he can't afford such a toss, right?

His Majesty Zhu Fugui himself, I'm afraid he wants to imitate Emperor Hongwu, wear old clothes with patches, and live frugally...

However, Zuo Zongtang also heard that the imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty was full of vassals who drank blood, maybe they couldn't even make clothes.

Thinking of such a tragic scene, Zuo Zongtang couldn't bear it.

"It's a pity that my daughter is too long and my granddaughter is too young, otherwise..."

"Shuai Zuo, what are you talking about?"

At this time, Master Bai passed by carrying a large bundle of Russian M1845 rifles. Daming definitely didn't like the M1845 rifles, but they were still good things for the Southern Chu Army. They couldn't be more useful for arming the people in the future.

"Brother Bai, wait!"

Suddenly Zuo Zongtang's eyes lit up, he stopped Master Bai and said, "I remember you said you have a daughter who is sixteen years old, right?"

Master Bai: "???"

Zuo Zongtang looked up and down, and nodded: "Brother Yu, looking at your posture, must Ling Ai be a good child?"

Master Bai: "???"

Zuo Zongtang continued: "Although the family background is poor, it is better than those feudal women. It is a blessing to be a foot-washing maid for the Holy Majesty, and she can also take care of the Majesty's daily life."

Master Bai: "???"

Zuo Zongtang nodded again: "Since you don't have any opinions, why don't Brother Yu write a letter after conquering the Western Regions to find a status in the palace for Ling Ai. You don't need to thank Brother Yu, this is what Brother Yu should do."

Master Bai: "???"

Chapter 468 The Red Eagle Never Falls, Li Mei Amaterasu

When the Zuo Zongtang Department of Baoxie Road destroyed the city and pulled out the village, and used the Zhu Fugui happy bucket to present air pollution to the ancient Qinling Mountains, the biggest challenge encountered by the Daming instructors in Ziwu Valley came from the danger of nature.

Along the way, half of the road is carried by motorcycles, and half of the road is carried by people. The hardships are numerous.

Zhao Xizhu's troops hurriedly marched for several days, left Hanyin, crossed Zhen'an and Zhashui, and finally crossed the Meridian Road without any danger.

However, non-combat attrition is still relatively serious.

Whether it was a sudden landslide or a fall, a full 23 soldiers were injured.

The only attrition in battle came when a soldier from the Ming Dynasty came across a giant panda while going to the bathroom, and was misled by the dyed chow chow panda in the Ming Zoo, so he tried to pinch the giant panda's ear.

The results speak for themselves.

Leaving the slightly wounded to take care of the seriously wounded, the other 386 Daming instructors and 237 Huai troops all left the valley safely.

And here is only more than [-] kilometers away from the south city of Xi'an in a straight line.

On a large bluestone in Furongpo, Zhao Xizhu spread out a map of Xi'an and began to formulate a strategy.

Liu Mingchuan said with a look of death on his face: "Uncle Zhao, our Mingying battalion spread banners and pretended to attack the southwest direction. The barbarians sent troops here, and the noble heavenly soldiers will surprise the southeast with iron horses, and strive to enter the city!"

This is the best way Liu Mingchuan came up with along the way.

Rather than being forced to be cannon fodder by the heavenly soldiers, it is better to propose it yourself, so as to leave a name of loyalty and leave a glimmer of life for the Huai army.

Zhao Xizhu also nodded and said: "Then I will trouble my eldest nephew. You lead your troops to Ding'an Gate. If you encounter barbarians, you don't need to attack them by force. You only need to mobilize the enemy. The most important thing is to save your own teachers."

Liu Mingchuan nodded with a wry smile.

really……

This is the home of me and Mingying...

As for the "no need to attack by force" and "the most important thing is to save yourself and your teacher", just listen to such nonsense.

How could my two pairs of iron feet outrun the fast horses of barbarians!

These words are just words to fool people!

However, just when Liu Mingchuan was thinking wildly, and his mind had turned to how to arrange the fate of several concubines in the suicide note, he suddenly felt his arm was stabbed.

"Eldest nephew? Eldest nephew?"

"Ah? What's the matter, Uncle Zhao?"

Liu Mingchuan hurriedly returned his thoughts.

Zhao Xizhu frowned, a little unhappy.

Long live Lord is right, this old-fashioned military officer is just unreliable, and he can desert the meeting before the war.

Is it really okay to entrust such an important task to them?

But now there are no other candidates, so Zhao Xizhu had to repeat again: "General Liu, I asked you just now, are you still proficient in driving this motorcycle these few days?"

To drive on such a bumpy mountain road, Daming's self-produced civilian-grade motorcycles are not easy to use.

These more than 200 motorcycles are military-grade motorcycles forcibly requisitioned from the Jewish Guanning Iron Camel.

Although these iron camels are Tang Sangui's darling, he spent a lot of money and begged many times before begging them from Wan Sleeping Lord.

But this time the regular army of the Ming Dynasty was going to be requisitioned, how could Tang Sangui say nothing, so he had to reluctantly give up.

But the Jewish Iron Camel Soldiers only had about a hundred men and only two hundred motorcycles. Limited by the number of motorcycles, Zhao Xizhu's troops had three men and one motorcycle along the way.

Don't underestimate this kind of diesel motorcycle, which is several thousand yuan smaller. This is the foreign trade version that Zhu Fugui specially sought out to export to India. It is no problem to sit three people.

According to Zhu Fugui, when the Zionist Army was able to carry a platoon of troops on an iron camel, it was when they truly understood the essence of the iron camel. At that time, Israel could be revived.

In short, this is a very good motorcycle. Two Ming soldiers and one Huai soldier shared a motorcycle along the way.

After a few days, the men in the Huai army also learned to drive motorcycles, and all of them had practiced it.

But when Zhao Xizhu asked "Are you proficient in motorcycles", Liu Mingchuan was still stunned.

When Zhao Xizhu was about to lose his patience, he hurriedly said: "Proficient, proficient, could it be that Uncle Zhao, you want to give your nephew an iron horse?"

With the iron horse, Liu Mingchuan thought that his chances of survival were greatly improved.

Although I am sorry for the old brothers, it is better to live alone than to die together.

"I'll give you a fart horse!"

Zhao Xizhu looked at him with a look of caring for mentally handicapped children.

Zhao Xizhu has completely despaired of the old-style military officers, "You all drive away more than 200 motorcycles, remember to fill up the diesel, the diesel is in those pots!"

"Also, there are grenades in the page bag behind you. I will teach you how to use them later."

Under Liu Mingchuan's stunned expression, Zhao Xizhu made a battle plan.

To put it simply, what the Huai army needs to do is to ride a motorcycle with high beams on in the middle of the night and attack the Hu camp outside Ding'anmen.

Meanwhile, the Daming instructors took advantage of the darkness and chaos to set up coordinates for guiding air strikes near the Changle Gate.

Liu Mingchuan didn't know what the coordinates were, but he knew that what the heavenly soldiers of Ming Dynasty were going to do seemed to be more dangerous!

Liu Mingchuan was extremely moved, and said, "Officer Zhao, let the humble officer go to Changle Gate, you guys ride iron horses!"

"Do you understand special reconnaissance? Do you understand battlefield mapping? Do you understand radio command? Do you understand air-ground coordinated operations?"

Zhao Xizhu spread his hands, "No, you don't understand, and I don't expect you to understand, as long as you can gather the barbarians, that's right..."

Zhao Xizhu slapped his forehead and took out a luminous watch: "Can you tell the time? Come on, uncle will teach you..."

……

In the Qin Dynasty, the bright moon shines on the ancient land of Guanzhong.

Under the moonlight, the turbid Weihe River is phosphorescent, like the armor of a Qin and Han warrior.

A slowly floating airship slowly approached, Beichuan Jingzi looked down at the Langlang night, his heart was far less calm than his face.