Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Zhao Wen stuffed his purse into his waist, stood up, and kept walking around in the big tent, thinking about how to transport the food back.

But after thinking for a long time, Zhao Wen didn't even come up with a solution.

He sighed, and said helplessly: "It's like a big bowl of meat suddenly appeared in front of a very hungry person, and when the person jumped on it, he found himself tied in place. It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable .” Zhao Wen sighed.

Just when Zhao Wen was feeling depressed, the flames of the candles on the table suddenly jumped violently.The rope hanging in mid-air from the top of the big tent also swung.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous sound came from outside the big tent.

Zhao Wen secretly thought it was bad, and hastily roared: "No, the enemy attacked!"

Zhao Wen hastily pulled out the big black star from his waist, ran out of the big tent, and fired several shots into the sky.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The voices of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu kept ringing in the camp, and the whole camp instantly came alive.

The soldiers rushed out of the tent in an orderly manner, holding 56 and a half in their hands, and their faces were full of excitement.

For these soldiers, fighting a war is not a terrible thing.

The middle-aged man in charge of the team hurried over. "My lord, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

This person has lived in Liaodong for many years, so he is quite familiar with this kind of voice.

As soon as he heard the thunderous sound, he immediately knew that it was an enemy cavalry attack.

He looked at Zhao Wen in panic, and jumped on the ground at a loss.

These grains are extremely important to him, if he loses a batch in his own hands, then Huang Taiji will kill him.

For a while, the middle-aged man was anxious.

Zhao Wen glanced at him coldly, and said: "I know this is an enemy attack, so I need you to explain it? Now you go and comfort your people, don't let them move around, if they are afraid , and if it hits the army formation, then I will not show mercy."

The middle-aged man was startled by Zhao Wen's murderous tone, and he rushed out to appease his men.

Now, I can only rely on Zhao Wen, hoping that he can protect his group of people.

If you can't protect it, it will be miserable.

"My lord, the sound came from the north. From the sound of horseshoes, it is estimated to be about five miles away from us."

Song Hu rushed over in a hurry and said solemnly.

Zhao Wen nodded, and then shouted to the team that had already assembled without any panic: "Meet the enemy at a hundred paces north of the camp, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

As soon as Zhao Wen's voice fell, the whole team immediately took action.

They were methodical, and under the leadership of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu, they ran towards the outside with neat steps.

At this moment, the advantages of Zhao Wenken's blood capital training are reflected.

If it was another Ming army, and encountered this kind of situation in the middle of the night, nine out of ten there would be camp roars.And Zhao Wen's team, not only did not panic, but moved in an orderly manner.

That alone left many armies behind.

In just a few breaths, the team stood in an orderly manner at the place Zhao Wen said.

"Everyone, check the muskets and reload them!"

Song Hu looked at the Tartars approaching quickly in the distance, and the cold light shining in their hands, and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers.

"Fire!"

Looking at the Tartars approaching under the moonlight, Zhao Wen shouted directly.

At this time, the Tartars were less than one mile away from the army formation.

The effective range of 56 and a half is 300 meters, and one mile is equivalent to 500 meters.So firing at this time is not the best choice.

However, even if it is not within the effective range, it is within the maximum range.

For firearms, it doesn't mean that the weapon has no power if it is not within a limited range.

But if it is not within the effective range, the accuracy of the weapon will be much worse.

Zhao Wen also understood that it was not the best choice to fire now, but he had no choice.If it was daytime, he would definitely put these Tartars within range.Unfortunately, it is night.

What Zhao Wen has to do is to protect his soldiers first.

Each of these soldiers is a treasure to Zhao Wen.Can't hurt a single one.

The Tartars who rushed to the front looked at the Ming army who appeared in front, with a mocking look in their eyes.

"Just relying on these few cats and dogs to block the descendants of Changshengtian? It is simply beyond your control! Eagles on the grassland, swing the scimitar in your hand, chop off the heads of the enemies, enslave their wives and children, kill them! ah!!!"

The armored Tartar who rushed to the front waved the scimitar in his hand, and slapped the horse's butt fiercely.

The war horse was in pain, neighing in shock, and speeded up a bit.

Just when he was imagining how to chop off the heads of this group of Ming soldiers, a large group of flames suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by the sound of frying copper beans.

A sharp whistling sound rushed towards them.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, the momentum of the charge stopped.The Tartars rushing forward seemed to hit an invisible wall.

"Puff, puff!"

The sound of bullets passing through the chest kept ringing, and in an instant, more than a dozen people were bleeding from their chests, fell to the ground, and were trampled into flesh by the cavalry behind them.

A bullet grazed the head of the Tartar wearing an iron helmet, and directly knocked his helmet away.

With a chill in his head, he hastily leaned down on the horse's back, staring at the constantly burning fire in front of him in horror.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tartars who kept falling to the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Free fire, empty out all the bullets in the 56 and a half."

As soon as Zhao Wen's words fell, the sound of gunfire in the team immediately increased a bit.

Countless metal bullets headed forward with the roar of death.

"Not good, the weapon is flaming, the range is extremely long, and people's lives are taken thousands of miles away. This is the team of the Demon God, this is the team of the Demon God."

Tongga instantly remembered the terrifying rumor that was circulating on the grassland.

He hastily pulled the horse's rein, sweating all over his body, and shouted to the armored man next to him, "My lord, retreat quickly, retreat quickly, these are the demon god's team, we can't rush through, we can't rush through."

"Devil God? What a bullshit demon god, I don't believe in it at all. These grains are very important to us. If we don't have these grains, our tribe will disappear on the entire grassland sooner or later. I don't believe in any demon gods. I want food , I want food!"

The armored tartar fell into madness, howling hysterically.

Without this batch of food, his tribe would disappear on the highly competitive grassland sooner or later.

"Children of Changshengtian, go for me, go, go, go!"

The armored man brandished the scimitar in his hand, his eyes were scarlet, his body was full of hostility, and he roared forward.

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Chapter 71

In the middle of the night, although the moonlight is very bright, it cannot illuminate the whole earth.

In the dark night, even with the bright moonlight, things in the distance are still gray.

Therefore, the accuracy of these soldiers is far from that of the day.

Out of ten bullets, at least half will miss.But even so, they still beat the Tartars to the ground.

Soldiers in this era, especially at the end of the dynasty, had insufficient food intake and long-term lack of vitamins, which caused most soldiers in this era to suffer from night blindness.

Although Zhao Wen was very kind to his soldiers and had a sufficient supply of vegetables every day, this night blindness could not be cured overnight.

Among Zhao Wen's soldiers, there are still some who have not completely cured their night blindness.

Although not all of them were cured, it did not cause any major impact.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tartars who were still charging forward and still not retreating, and immediately shouted: "Give me a Type 56 light machine gun to serve me. I want to see how hard their heads are."

Zhao Wen looked at the snowflake-splattered Tartars in front of him, with fierce eyes dancing in his eyes.

Since you want to fight me to the death, let me see today whether it is your brains or my machine gun.

The middle-aged man in charge of transporting grain and grass was attracted by the sudden gunshots, and stood stealthily not far away, looking at everything in front of him.

He covered his mouth in horror, "This, this, how is this possible? How can there be such a terrifying weapon in the world? How is this possible?"

His body was shaking non-stop, like chaff sifting.

He pointed ahead, terrified.

He didn't believe those rumors until now.Without seeing it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that there is such a powerful firearm in this world.

This is not like what the world can have, it should be a firearm used by gods.

If the Ming army in Liaodong had this kind of weapon, what would have happened?

Does Nurhachi still dare to rebel?Dare to publish the Seven Great Hate?

It is estimated that Nurhachi had given up the idea of ​​rebellion long ago, and continued to be his Jianzhou Guard commander honestly.

"No, I must report this news to Da Khan as soon as possible." The middle-aged man hurried back to the motorcade, hurriedly found a few cronies, and took advantage of the night to rush away with his handwritten letter.

If this person can't be won over, he will definitely be the enemy when he enters the customs profusely in the future.

Song Hu took the Type 56 light machine gun from the soldier, opened the safety directly, pulled the trigger, pointed it forward, and fired.

For a moment, the muzzle of the Type 56 light machine gun spewed out orange-red flames and kept shaking.

Fortunately, Song Hu was tall and powerful, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to control the powerful recoil of the Type 56 light machine gun.

The bullets in the magazine disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bullets of the Type 56 light machine gun shot towards the tartar at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

The moment he came into contact with the Tartars, he tore off the armor on the Tartars, pierced through their flesh, directly through their chests, and punched a big hole the size of a bowl in the back.

After being reinforced by the rifling, the constantly rotating bullets crushed the internal organs and brought them out of the body.

Those Tartars who were shot fell off their horses without even wailing, turning into a cold corpse.

The war horses under the tartar's crotch were also stunned by this blow for an instant. Countless horses stood up, pulsating and galloping backwards in place.

The Tartar in iron armor quickly retracted his body, his legs were tightly clamped on the horse's back, and he hung upside down under the horse's belly, allowing the horse to gallop around.

For a while, the Tartars' assault formation was beaten to pieces by Zhao Wen.

It took only a few dozen breaths to fight back and forth, but more than 150 people were directly killed.

There were only thirty or forty Tartars running away in panic.

Zhao Wen looked at the fleeing Tartars and shouted loudly: "Stop shooting and clean up the battlefield. Cut off the heads of those Tartars that are still intact. I will be of great use. As for the horse corpses, any edible Take it away for me, and throw the uneatable ones where they are."

In the middle of the night, Zhao Wen didn't want the soldiers to go after him.

Is it so easy to chase a tartar who wants to run for his life?Besides, my side is basically infantry. How can two legs chase four legs at night?

It's better to let them go, after all, these Tartars are already terrified, and they can't pose much threat.

Zhao Wen gave an order, and the soldiers hurriedly put away the 56 and a half, pulled out the Yanling Saber on their waists, and rushed towards the distance.

Half an hour later, Zhao Daniu ran back with his soldiers covered in blood.

With three heads hanging from his waist, Zhao Daniu shouted excitedly at Zhao Wen: "My lord, I chopped off three heads!"

Zhao Daniu wiped the blood from his face, put the Yanling knife back into the sheath around his waist, patted the heads of the Tartars on his waist, and said: "My lord, you should reward these three heads of Tartars well. me."

Zhao Wen looked at Zhao Daniu's look of being a money fan, and said with a smile: "I reward you, I reward you, every day, I fell into the eyes of money."

Zhao Wen patted Zhao Daniu's shoulder with a smile, and smiled appreciatively.

Regarding things like cleaning the battlefield, Zhao Wen was still very relieved of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu.

Just when Zhao Wen was about to return to the big tent, Li Xiaosan ran over excitedly.

I saw him holding a head with only half of his head in his hand, and rushed to Zhao Wen excitedly.

"My lord, look, this is the head of a Tartar that I chopped off. Isn't it great?" Li Xiaosan said with a stinking face and Zhao Wen kept laughing.

Zhao Daniu looked at Li Xiaosan's stinky fart, and kicked him directly on the buttocks, "What's so great, this half-pull of the head is not considered military merit, even if you grab military merit."