Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 135: One round of artillery cannot solve the problem. If it does, then let’s have another round!
"Dad, they're coming out!"

A few miles outside Huangtaiji City.

After receiving the scout's report, Zhu Biao found Zhu Yuanzhang who was lying on a chair, squinting his eyes to catch up on his sleep.

He was getting older and had stayed up all night last night. Lao Zhu was extremely sleepy, so he handed the troops to Zhu Biao and found a place to fall asleep.

"Well…"

After being woken up, Lao Zhu was confused for a moment, wiped his eyes and pinched his nose.

"It's really cold today..."

He stood up and stretched, and when he saw Zhu Biao was still waiting nearby, he kicked him angrily.

"You bastard, why don't you just deal with it when it comes? You are the prince and the future emperor. Why don't they still listen to you?"

Zhu Biao smiled helplessly.

Although I say so, I can't do it that way.

This is a joint operation. What would other emperors think if they knew that my son mobilized troops to fight without my permission?

For no other reason than for dad's face, this program must go.

The father and son stepped forward in secret and soon arrived at the combat headquarters.

Holding up his binoculars and looking at the cavalry running out of the city, Lao Zhu sneered.

"Waiting for you for a long time!"

Reaching out to pick up the phone, Lao Zhu ordered loudly.

"You little bastard, let me kill you with a bomb. Don't worry about the consumption of shells. We have plenty of them, so we can build them as hard as we can."

"Oh, I got it, Dad!"

Zhu Quan, who was leading the artillery unit, responded excitedly, hung up the phone, and shouted to the artillerymen on standby: "Everyone is ready, give me a hard blow!"

I have to say that Lao Zhu really dotes on this younger son.

After the Ming Dynasty artillery was established, Lao Zhu chose his younger son Zhu Quan to serve as the artillery commander.

However, in exchange, the troops led by Zhu Quan were also transferred to others to command.

Zhu Quan didn't care at all.

Dad, brother and nephew are all alive, so the subsequent history is simply impossible to happen.

Instead of drinking the wind and sand at the border every day, it is better to stay in Jinling, enjoy the glory and wealth, and when there is a war, take the artillery to fire a few cannons.

"Attention all guns, the distance is 3530 meters, load high-explosive shells and fire!"

The Hongwu artillerymen who were trained by Zhu Houzhao's artillerymen skillfully stuffed high-explosive shells into the 105 artillery.

Large-caliber cannons are too expensive. Even with the friendly price given by Zhu Houzhao, Lao Zhu can't afford them, so he can only use relatively cheaper ones.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The shells flew out of the barrel driven by gunpowder, whizzing and smashing into the Eight Banners cavalry running out of the city.

Huang Taiji, who was thinking about what kind of reward he should get for helping Kangxi solve his difficulties, suddenly raised his head.

It sounds so familiar!

A picture comes to mind.

The same yellow sand filled the sky, the same sharp roar, and the same cavalry charge.

"Damn, it's that thing!"

Huang Taiji's heart went crazy, and he pulled his horse and ran towards the city without hesitation.

The blow to him that day had already left a shadow in his heart.

His thousands of troops were wiped out by the enemy without even taking a chance.

When he was leaving, he did make harsh words, saying what would happen if he met Zhu Houzhao again.

But that's just bragging.

It is unknown whether the two sides will meet again in the future. He said a few harsh words just to show his domineering power, but he never thought about actually meeting the other party again.

Damn, what are you really afraid of?
"Boom, boom..."

The cannonballs hit the cavalry group accurately.

It's so densely packed that it's impossible not to be precise.

With this level of concentration, even those who don't know how to use artillery will be blinded.

"Up and up..."

When the artillery bombarded the Eight Banners cavalry wildly.

Li Wenzhong commanded the soldiers and began to approach the enemy, preparing to launch an attack immediately after the bombardment ended.

In order to knock the enemy down with the first punch, he placed all the officers and soldiers in the army equipped with submachine guns in the first platoon as the main assault force.

As the person who has the best relationship with Zhu Houzhao.

The firearms and equipment obtained by Lao Zhu were the largest among several emperors.

Lao Zhu purchased a lot of submachine guns that other emperors regarded as more bullet-hungry.

There is no way, the price he sells is the cost price, can it not be more?

Zhu Houzhao later started production in the arsenal, and Lao Zhu purchased at a lower price.

Even during this time, Lao Zhu was considering whether to form a special firearms unit like Zhu Houzhao did.

In addition to artillery and guns, Lao Zhu also had an army that other emperors did not have.

That's the armored vehicle unit.

In order to increase the army's offensive power, Lao Zhu also purchased 20 armored vehicles to serve as arrows for the entire army's assault.

Li Wenzhong, a general, was on one of the armored vehicles. "Stay steady, brothers!"

Led by more than a dozen armored vehicles, the army quickly drove to the outskirts of the shelling.

Li Wenzhong held up his telescope to observe the shelling, and at the same time raised his ears to listen to the sound of artillery from behind.

After the gunfire from behind became slightly sparse, Li Wenzhong punched fiercely.

"kill!"

"Woooooooo..."

The trumpeter on standby puffed out his cheeks and blew the attack horn vigorously.

"Kill!"

Ignoring the shells that were still exploding in front, a Ming army officer and general, holding a submachine gun, led the follow-up troops, shouting and rushing towards the Eight Banners soldiers who were shelled and knocked down by the bombardment.

The Eight Banners soldiers who were shelled for the first time had unstable morale.

Now that the Ming army was so charged, they immediately collapsed and ran towards the city in embarrassment.

The Ming army was also unambiguous. They followed behind and charged all the way, planning to rush into the city.

"Close the city gate, close the city gate!"

Huang Taiji, who was the first to rush in, saw such a situation.

A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he directly ordered the city gate to be closed.

The defense of the city is more important than losing some soldiers.

If there are no more soldiers, you can still recruit them again.

If the city is gone, the battle is completely lost.

"Asshole, don't close it, I haven't gone in yet."

Seeing that the city gate was closing little by little, the Eight Banners soldiers who had not yet entered, yelled and squeezed into the door, trying to grab a chance of survival.

Staying outside is a dead end. Only entering the city can there be any hope of survival.

But they want to live, and so do the people in the city.

If they can't close the city gate and the enemy rushes in directly, they will also be doomed.

One of the two parties is pushing in, the other is pushing out, and no one is willing to give in.

"Asshole, shoot the arrow and kill them!"

Huang Taiji, who had climbed to the top of the city, saw that the enemy was approaching and the city gate had not yet been closed. He was so angry that he cursed and asked the archers next to him to release arrows.

Although the archer couldn't bear it, he could only bite the bullet and shoot downwards after being stared at by Huang Taiji's fierce eyes.

A hail of arrows fell, and there were screams and wails from the city.

Various long weapons pushed the corpse hard, and the soldiers who closed the door trampled the red water under their feet, and finally closed the city gates together just before the Ming army arrived.

"You immediately launch a counterattack against the enemy, otherwise your relatives will be punished when I return."

After the city gate was closed, Huang Taiji breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at the Eight Banners soldiers below who were clinging to the city wall and yelling curses.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed at them and issued an order that made the Eight Banners soldiers despair.

This means not giving them any way to live and letting them die.

The anger in their hearts was overwhelming, but thinking of Huang Taiji's cold and ruthless words, everyone's hearts were filled with despair.

Family is their weakness, and Huang Taiji controls everything.

Based on their understanding of Huang Taiji, if they disobey orders, Huang Taiji will definitely do what he says.

"Soltu, Ama will be your father and son in the next life."

An officer glanced at the indifferent Huang Taiji above, roared to the sky, raised his sword and shield and rushed back towards the Ming army rushing over.

The other Eight Banners soldiers also roared and rushed out.

"Da da da……"

"Damn, I really thought I couldn't hold a knife anymore. Brothers, draw your sword and follow me..."

A Ming army general finished shooting a shuttle of ammunition and was about to change the magazine, but found nothing.

It was only then that he realized that he had been fighting too hard just now, and the ammunition in his hand had actually been used up.

Looking at the others, they weren't much better. Either one was left, or they just put the gun on their back, drew their knives and got ready for battle.

Just now, they ran too fast to chase the enemy, and the soldiers behind them wearing armor and carrying heavy shields fell a long way behind.

Those who hold submachine guns wear half-length leather armor in order to reduce weight.

Arrows were raining down from the city wall, and without shield protection, many of them had already fallen in this moment.

This officer was also a ruthless man. He put his submachine gun behind his back, pulled out the knife from his back, and roared before charging forward.

"Ding ding ding..."

However, as soon as they started moving, Ming Jin came to mind from behind.

It was Lao Zhu who gave the order to retreat.

Their mission this time was to contain the enemy and prevent them from reinforcing other cities and disturbing Zhu Houzhao's plans to pull out the nails one by one.

Whether or not the city can be captured is secondary, as long as the enemy is restrained.

The battle just now not only restricted the enemy, but also caused a lot of casualties. It was already much better than originally planned.

Besides, even if he wants to attack the city, Ming Dynasty does not need to use his life to fill it now.

Looking at the retreating troops, Lao Zhu picked up the phone again.

"You little bastard, didn't I ask you to bomb with all your might? Why did you stop and bombard their city as hard as I could?"

(End of this chapter)