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

Of the original 120 fighters, only 108 remain.

This number is jokingly called 108 heroes by pilots.

The pilots are big-hearted, but Gao Hang, the commander-in-chief, is in great pain.

These planes are his lifeblood, and losing one of them would hurt him for days.

But he couldn't do anything about the pain in his body. The ability of the pilots was uneven, no matter how rigorously he trained, he couldn't avoid mistakes after all.

So every time a mission is trained, Gao Hang will sternly tell these bastards.

In order to support the land attack, Zhu Zhangui handed over the two brigades to the command of Jianghuai.

According to Daming's past habits, it was indeed the cannons that bombed the planes, and then the infantry charged.

But this time is different, with Zhu Gaosui's chariot army, Jianghuai and Huai discussed it and decided to play differently.

That is to let the air force give up the bombing and choose to cover the chariot corps in the sky, clearing away obstacles for it.

In this way, with the cooperation of Lu and Air, Jiang Huai did not believe that the group of white-skinned pigs on the opposite side could carry it.

"Strange, why don't they bomb!"

Seeing the arrival of the plane, Omurad, who returned to the bunker, waited for a long time and saw no movement above, suddenly doubts arose in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and Omurad rushed out with the binoculars, regardless of the danger above.

Seeing this, Joan's heart tensed up, and she hurriedly rushed out.

Once out of the bunker, Omura's raised his binoculars and looked at the sky.

Sure enough, the plane did not bomb, but kept circling above the position, and the airship that followed slowly also lowered its altitude. When it flew above its own position, it did not drop bombs, but just hovered in the air.

"Damn it, let the soldiers quickly enter the combat position, the enemy has changed their tactics."

Seeing the scene in the sky, Omurad immediately had an idea in his mind that Daming had changed tactics.

"what is that?"

When Omurad was looking at the sky, he raised his binoculars and looked at Joan on the opposite side of the position, and suddenly exclaimed.

Aumurad quickly adjusted the binoculars to look, and saw dust and smoke billowing on Da Ming's starting position, and a roaring sound could be heard faintly.

And just at this time a gust of wind blew away, blowing away the gunpowder smoke on the battlefield, allowing him to see clearly the situation on the opposite side.

The early morning sun shone on the opposite side, reflecting the cold light, and the high muzzle was swinging back and forth, adjusting the shooting position.

Although these things are very slow, they are steadily coming towards their positions.

And behind these strange things, groups of Daming soldiers, holding weapons and following this strange guy, are groping towards the position.

"What is this? A steel carriage, but where are the horses!"

Daming's new weapon has entered the blind spot of Omurad's knowledge.

He has never seen this thing, nor has he received any information about it, and he doesn't know what it is.

"Damn!"

Looking at the steel thing that was slowly rolling over with thick dust and smoke, Omurad angrily threw the telescope in his hand to the ground.

"Tell the artillery to aim at those things, and make sure they don't come near the position."

Although he didn't know what it was, Omurad's years of battlefield experience reminded him that it was time to prepare.

His first idea was to let the artillery bombard that thing. In his concept, there is no thing in this world that can withstand the artillery bombardment.

The order was issued quickly, and the artillery that escaped the bombing was pulled out of the bunker by the Union soldiers pushing their shoulders.

But when they came up, they were at a loss.

Because the artillery positions they prepared, as well as the defensive devices to protect the artillery, have been blown up and disappeared.

Except for the big pits in the surrounding area, there are pieces of virtual soil that can sink half a foot if you step on it, full of blood and pieces of flesh.

"Forget about defense, aim directly, and block it at all costs."

The officer in command of the artillery gave the order coldly.

The artillerymen who received the order turned pale for a while, and they understood that the higher-ups planned to make them desperate.

Glancing fiercely at the commander, under the indifferent eyes of the supervising team, the artillerymen gritted their teeth and adjusted the artillery to load the shells, waiting for the order to shoot.

"Pay attention to the cars at each station, stabilize the speed, don't get out of touch with the infantry, pay attention to the enemy's artillery..."

"033 You bastard, where is the muzzle pointing? If you move around like a mother, I will kill you with a cannonball."

"021 You bastard, why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate, should I send you on the road first."

"011 Are you fucking loose? Didn't you see that you have fallen behind? Hurry up and speed up for me."

On the command vehicle in the middle, Zhu Gaosui, half of his body exposed on the turret, observed the entire battlefield with a microphone in his hand, yelling non-stop.

If any car made a mistake, it would attract a burst of madness from him.

This is the first battle he took over the Chariot Corps, and Zhu Gaosui doesn't want to lose the chain.

He didn't want to go back to the days when he was full and full of food and sleep. His soul belonged to the battlefield, and he wanted to gallop on the battlefield as before.

So he cherishes this opportunity very much, and he doesn't want to be deprived of the right to lead the army by his nephew because of a mistake.

He doesn't have any ideas now, he just wants to fight and fulfill his father's second brother's expectations and instructions for him.

"Head, we have reached the combat distance."

The gunner of the command vehicle felt that Zhu Gaosui had already entered the combat range, and Zhu Gaosui was too dangerous, so he whispered a reminder.

Holding up the binoculars to look around, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, Zhu Gaosui retreated into the chariot.

"Attention all the teams, we have only one task today, and that is to keep rushing in until there are no enemies, or until you die."

"understand!"

"Roger that!"

The response from each team came from the radio station, Zhu Gaosui took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, since the establishment of our chariot corps, it has been controversial."

"Because we spent too much money. The money to support one of our legions is enough to support five or six infantry legions."

"Many people feel that this cost is a waste, and even propose to dissolve us..."

"It was the emperor who helped us withstood the pressure, and even paid for it out of his own pocket to support us in training."

"Now is the chance to prove it, the chance to shut up those who think we are useless."

"I have only one order, rush... to the death, as long as the chariot can still move, as long as you have a breath, rush forward for me."

"We are not here for rewards, not for military merits, but for winning that breath, and for repaying the emperor's support and trust in us."

"The Great Ming wins all, and the chariot army wins all!"

"Wan Sheng!"

All the personnel of the tank roared loudly, and the driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, driving the tank roaring towards the western alliance front that was faintly visible in the distance.

"fire!"

When the leading chariot corps entered the approximate range, the Western Alliance immediately issued an order to fire.

Although the artillery soldiers of the Western Alliance were terrified when they saw the steel objects that could move by themselves, they were also very scared by the swords and muzzles of the supervising team behind them.

So between certain death and possible death, they chose possible death.

Following the officer's order, the gunner, whose legs began to tremble a little as he watched the chariot rushing towards him, lit the cannon.

With a "boom", the artillery backed up violently, and a solid bullet flew out whistling.

"clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clanging, and the ball shell hit the chariot straight.

The expected penetration of the enemy did not appear. The iron ball hit the steel chariot and was directly bounced off. The chariot was running forward like a mad cow, and it didn't even stop.

Before seeing this scene, the soldiers of the Western Alliance were astonished. As if the chariot that was hit had suffered some great humiliation, they gave up the target they were planning to bombard, and adjusted the muzzle to the direction where the shells came from just now.

With the flash of the muzzle fire, there was a loud noise in the distance, and a gun barrel covered with blood and flesh flew straight into the sky.

"kill!"

The quiet battlefield was disrupted by the shouts of artillery. The speed of the tank was so fast, coupled with ignoring the opponent's shelling, under the control of the driver, it roared into the defensive line of the Western Alliance.

The artillery roared, the machine guns fired, and the screaming lives were harvested one by one, flesh and blood, and the tank tracks were crushed into pieces.

The trembling soldiers of the Western Alliance, who had been bombarded by the artillery, finally reached their peak when they saw the invincible chariots in their own front.

The Ming soldiers rushing in with the chariot became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The first front of the Western Alliance almost collapsed without any decent resistance.

Chapter 404: Epic Showdown, Cavalry Battle Tank

"Bastards, you all stop and don't run. Are you worthy of your king, the great God and Allah?"

With the advance of the Great Ming Chariot Corps, the first line of defense of the Western Alliance has not played a role at all, and it will collapse at the touch of a finger.

The soldiers of the Western Union, who suffered heavy casualties from the bombardment and were frightened by the chariots, fled to the second line of defense regardless of the officers' shouts.

The King of Poland, who was placed on guard between the two lines of defense, looked at the soldiers fleeing in groups and yelled angrily, calling on the Polish dragoons to stop the rout.

Don't look at these collapsed soldiers of the Western Alliance. They are like soft-legged shrimps in the face of Ming Dynasty, without any resistance, but when they face their own people, they surge up with courage one by one.

"Why do you block our way, we have been so traumatized, do you just want to watch us die in front of you?"

"And don't put God and Allah on us. Where were God and Allah when we were bombed, where were they when we were swallowed by the enemy's steel monsters, and where were they when we were slaughtered by the enemy."

"You say that we are cowardly and afraid of death, so what are you doing here? You will only act like your own idiots, and attack the enemy if you have the ability."

"asshole!"

The king of Poland, who was so angry at being rushed by a soldier, raised his knife and was about to chop off the arrogant soldier.

"What are you doing, put down your weapon!"

Seeing this scene, the other defeated soldiers raised their weapons and aimed at the Polish king.

"Stop it, stop it all!"

The cavalry generals of the Kingdom of Poland saw more and more trouble, and at the same time saw more and more soldiers retreating, and each of them secretly raised their weapons at them.

The general of the cavalry, who did not want to clash with these soldiers, quickly stood between the two sides.

"Bastard, what are you doing? Why are you stopping me, get out of the way, I'm going to kill this cowardly guy."

The Polish king who was stopped pushed hard the cavalry general who stopped him.

"Your Majesty, please calm down, look over there..."

The general advised loudly, and at the same time secretly winked at the Polish king.

Seeing this scene, the struggling Polish king glanced slightly, and his anger was instantly extinguished.

At some point, in a clearing in the distance, several artillery pieces were pointed at them.

"Damn, didn't they retreat, why are they still carrying artillery?"

Cursing viciously, the Polish king shook off the cavalry general and pointed his knife at the Western Union soldiers who had just confronted him.

"Boy, let me show you what a real warrior is. You trash, let me get away from you."

The King of Poland roared angrily, raised his knife and shouted at the cavalry behind him: "Warriors of Poland, let these cowardly and incompetent guys see what a real warrior is and what a real man is."

After speaking, he raised the horn and personally blew the order to charge.

Seeing that the king was going to charge back with the cavalry, the cavalry general's face darkened.

In such a complicated environment, using cavalry to charge, isn't that brain damage?

"You have been fired. From now on, everyone will obey my orders. You are just an ordinary soldier. If you dare to interrupt again, I will take your head."

Noticing that the cavalry general wanted to stop him, the Polish king was a little annoyed.

Who is the king?

Why can't you figure out the affiliation relationship, general?

Lao Tzu is a king, and you will carry out whatever orders I give, and you dare to refute me, you are courting death.

Ignoring the staring cavalry generals, the Polish king raised his lance and roared loudly.