Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 273: Onboard Charge, Feast of Heavy Machine Guns

"All officers of the Eighth Servants' Army were shot."

A cold order was issued from the commander's tent.

"Marshal, give us another chance, give us another chance, Simida!"

The two Korean officers were dragged out mercilessly.

They kept struggling and begging for mercy in the tent.

Gongsun Qi looked at the map in front of him expressionlessly, ignoring everything.

The other officers in the general's tent were silent and dared not say a word. The other Korean officers did not dare to make a sound, for fear of implicating themselves.

Today, after the bombardment ended, the Eighth and Sixth vassal armies launched an offensive.

The Sixth vassal army fought very fiercely, pushing forward all the way and successively breaking through the two lines of defense of Japan.

However, at the third line of defense, they were met with a frenzied counterattack by the little Japanese melons. The two sides collided with each other in their positions, and both sides suffered considerable casualties.

The Eighth Army, which was responsible for the right-wing attack, faced huge casualties and turned around and fled without any orders from its superiors.

The Sixth Army was left to withstand the frenzied counterattack of the Woguas alone. If Gongsun Qi had not mobilized two vassal armies to rescue and save the Sixth Army, this Korean army would have been destroyed in this battle.

Faced with desertion in the face of battle, Gongsun Qi showed no leniency and all the officers of the Eighth Army, from the army commander to the ordinary team leader, were shot, which severely deterred the other seven vassal armies.

"Tighten the defense line at night. We are not familiar with the terrain here. Little Japanese pumpkin knows that they are likely to launch a night attack."

After hearing a burst of gunfire outside and the executive officer came back to report, Gongsun Qi threw his pencil on the table and asked everyone to be on high alert at night.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was watching from the side, did not express any opinion.

The opponent is the commander-in-chief of this battle, and Gongsun Qi has absolute power over how to adjust the troops and manage his subordinates.

Now that it has been handed over to the other party, as the boss I can no longer speak casually.

Giving orders from multiple places is the biggest taboo in the military.

After his men left, Gongsun Qi picked up the documents next to him and walked to Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was grilling meat on the rack, cut off a piece, put it on a plate, sprinkled some spices on it, and handed it to Gongsun Qi.

"It's been a busy day, eat something."

Gongsun Qi was a man of few words, and he seldom spoke unless it was something he was concerned about.

He took the tray, hummed, and handed the folder to Zhu Zhanjun.

He picked up the barbecue with chopsticks and reported while chewing: "In today's battle, the Sixth Army suffered more than 3000 casualties. This unit has been crippled. I plan to transfer them back to the rear for defense."

"The Eighth Army will be temporarily taken over by our people, and they will still be the main force in tomorrow's attack."

Zhu Zhanjun opened the folder and took a look at it, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

He was not sad about the casualties of the Koreans, but he was sad about Gongsun Qi, who had fired only 1/10 of the troops' artillery shells in just one day of fighting.

1500 artillery pieces fired at the same time for half an hour, and they were all the latest 105 caliber breech-loading artillery. Every shell they fired cost money.

There are also the Tianji arrows that were shot later. Although the price of Tianji arrows has come down after years of research, there are still too many of them.

According to his estimation, the shells fired today were worth at least 16 taels.

"Alas, it is true that the sound of a cannon is worth a ton of gold."

Zhu Zhanjun sighed, put the folder aside, picked up the barbecue and ate it while saying, "They will definitely come tonight. Have you made any arrangements?"

Gongsun Qi raised his eyelids and smiled, a rare occurrence.

"I've been waiting for them to come."

Seeing that the other party was full of confidence, Zhu Zhanjun smiled and gave him another piece of meat: "Then I'll add more fuel to the fire for you."

He turned to the guard next to him and said, "Go and move all the ten Gatling guns and three heavy machine guns of the guard battalion to the position."

After the guards left, Gongsun Qi asked curiously, "What is a Gatling gun and what is a machine gun?"

He has seen many new weapons during this period, but this is the first time he has heard of this new name.

Zhu Zhanjun explained with a smile: "This is the third generation weapon developed by Tiangongfang. Currently, only my guard battalion is equipped with this weapon."

"The Gatling gun is the information Victoria obtained from the United States. Xu Shou helped to modify and produce it. It is a multi-barreled continuous-fire weapon with a very strong firing rate."

"The heavy machine gun is a water-cooled heavy machine gun produced independently by our Ming Dynasty. It has strong firepower, great power, and strong sustainability. However, the ammunition needs to be specially produced. There are not many in stock at present, so it cannot be equipped to the army."

After listening to Zhu Zhanjun's story, Gongsun Qi became very curious and decided to go to the front of the position tonight to take a look at this new weapon.

On the other side, after a day of hard fighting, the little squashes gathered in the rear command center.

Seeing his men covered in dust and dirt, no longer as vigorous as they were during the day, Tokugawa Iemochi felt a little bitter.

Originally, he thought, no matter how powerful the Ming army was, how powerful could it be? They were all just one head on two shoulders, so who would be afraid of whom?

As a result, after the overwhelming artillery fire and the terrifying Tianji arrows came down.

He finally understood why those foreign devils ran so fast and why they were so afraid of the Ming Dynasty. This was the reason.

The overwhelming destructive flames and shock waves made him feel as if Amaterasu was angry and the entire sky was about to be destroyed.

After the artillery attack, the Ming army sent more than 2 people to launch an attack. From the beginning, it was a fierce offensive. The first two lines covered by artillery collapsed directly. Tens of thousands of little Japanese were either killed by artillery fire or died at the hands of those sticks.

Later, if he had not turned the tide and used his prestige to order the warriors to launch a counterattack without fear of death, the third line of defense would probably have collapsed.

"According to statistics, our army lost more than 2 men in the attack, more than were seriously injured or disabled, and more than were slightly injured."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Tokugawa Iemochi, who was already in a heavy mood, was even more nervous.

In just one day of fighting, or to be more precise, just one afternoon, more than 40,000 people were lost.

This was just a tentative attack by the Ming army. If the Ming army launched a full-scale attack, I'm afraid that his 30 troops would be buried here today. Thinking of his miserable defeat, Tokugawa Iemochi slammed the table hard.

"Everyone, we can't go on like this. We must find a way to change this. Otherwise, when the sun rises again tomorrow, the Ming army will launch a full-scale attack, and our defeat will only be a matter of time."

A feudal lord looked up at Tokugawa Iemochi and said, "Sir, you mean to launch a night attack?"

Tokugawa Iemochi nodded heavily: "That's right, launch a night attack, a large-scale night attack, a night attack of no less than 100,000 people."

He spoke his thoughts to the crowd.

"You have also seen the Ming people's artillery fire. During the day, the visibility is good, and they can easily bombard our positions."

"If we want to break this, we must blend in with them. Only in this way can their artillery be unable to be used."

"Besides, it's dark at night, and many of their powerful weapons can't be used. When the time comes, we will fight each other, and it will depend on the courage and skills of the soldiers on both sides."

"The Ming army and the Koreans all use guns. They are used to this kind of weapon, and their fitness and fighting skills are definitely not as good as our warriors."

"As long as we enter their position, victory will belong to us, and with the chaos at night, once they collapse, we will win this difficult war."

After this statement was made, many feudal lords were tempted.

Just as Tokugawa Iemochi said, they had no advantage at all during the day, and could only gain the upper hand by attacking at night.

Moreover, they are familiar with the terrain here and can launch sneak attacks from many directions. By then, the Ming army will be overwhelmed and there will be a camp roar or something, and victory will be achieved.

It was a dark and windy night, a night of murder and arson.

The Ming army's position was pitch dark, and only a tiny bit of light could be seen from a long distance away.

In the dark camp, snoring and whispers could be heard from time to time.

Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard. Although the sound was deliberately lowered, it could still be heard far away in the silent night.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded in front of the Ming army's position, accompanied by screams.

"Everyone get up, everyone get up, the enemy is attacking at night!"

Alert shouts rang out instantly, and countless Koreans and Ming soldiers who had fallen asleep while singing suddenly woke up from their sleepiness, raised their weapons and pulled the trigger towards the place where the explosion was heard.

"Onboard!"

Along with the sound of gunfire and the rising of flares, densely packed little squashes, holding various weapons, shouted and launched a charge.

Those in the front ignored the bullets fired by the Ming army, holding bundles of bamboo mats, and rushed forward one after another.

After suffering thousands of casualties, they finally reached the barbed wire.

The little gourds holding bamboo mats threw the mats on the wire mesh. Some of them jumped on it directly and pressed on the wire mesh, letting their companions behind them step on their bodies and jump over.

"Damn it, these guys are dying."

Seeing the zombie-like little idiots rushing up one after another after a group fell down, some officers broke out in cold sweat.

Their Third Recruit Corps is a newly formed force. Although there are many veterans among them, it still lacks combat experience compared to the four main corps.

Facing such a fierce attack right from the start, to be honest, if it weren't for the confidence in my heart, this terrifying attack alone would have been enough to defeat a lot of people.

"let's start!"

Gongsun Qi, who was observing the position with a telescope, saw the little gourd rushing forward so recklessly and gave the order calmly.

As a red flare was launched into the air, a dozen soldiers carrying a new weapon rushed towards the pre-set position.

An old soldier from the guard battalion asked his assistant to set up the heavy machine gun and load the bullets. He loaded the gun with a click, looked at the densely packed small squash that had rushed to the front, less than a few dozen meters away, with cold eyes, and coldly pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da..."

The fired bullets turned into fire snakes, waving and whipping wildly among the small melons.

With the guidance of the laser bullets, a string of bullets accurately hit the charging little monster.

No matter if they were wearing armor or holding a shield, they had almost no ability to block this terrifying attack.

Such a brutal weapon shocked the soldiers who were shooting and throwing grenades crazily in the battle.

They never dared to imagine that among the weapons wielded by individual soldiers, there was a weapon that could kill people at such a terrifying speed.

Gongsun Qi looked at the madly roaring heavy machine guns and Gatling cannons and fell into deep thought and fantasy.

If he had gone to war with the Zhao army back then, with this kind of weapon, victory would probably have been easier.

As a ray of red sun appeared in the east, the gunfire that had been ringing all night finally stopped.

The corpses of little Japanese pumpkins were lying in front of every Ming army position.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood was flowing out. Along with the rising steam, the morning mist was even mixed with a hint of blood-red.

Tokugawa Iemochi, standing on his own position, stared blankly at the opposite side with a monocular telescope.

He had been maintaining this posture for a whole night, and he still couldn't figure out why he had become like this.

He knew that a sneak attack might be discovered, so he sent an army of 100,000, hoping to overwhelm the enemy with the advantage in numbers.

However, after a night of hard fighting, except for some brave warriors who broke into the position and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army, most of the others fell in front of the position.

The densely packed corpses, the warriors who died with their eyes open and whose bodies were beaten to pieces, looked at the sky unwillingly.

"It's over. Little Pumpkin is completely finished."

Looking at the densely packed pile of corpses, despair instantly surged into his heart. Tokugawa Iemochi muttered a few words, and suddenly his throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The telescope in his hand fell to the ground and his body fell heavily backwards.

(End of this chapter)