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

"Enemy detected, entering combat mode!"

On the front armored vehicle, a man with no expression on his face, holding a communicator, loudly reported to the headquarters that he had contact with the enemy.

"Put it in me, tear him apart, and swallow him!"

Chang Yuchun's excited voice was heard during the microphone.

This old man, relying on his thick skin, finally got the command of the armored force responsible for the lightning advance.

"Received, start attacking!"

The young man replied, closed the hatch and switched to the internal channel.

"Attention, all teams. We are the vanguard. Our mission is not to destroy the enemy, but to disrupt their order."

"We have only one mission objective: to advance, advance, and advance towards the enemy."

"Kill, and the Ming Dynasty will win!"

A response came from the rap, and one Cheetah tank after another began to rush towards the stunned Angel Alliance troops in front of them.

The Ming army's chariots had their own separate names.

For example, the heavy tank, known as the Tiger, has a powerful attack and unrivaled strength.

The chariot that led the way for the entire army was a model that was good at speed and lightness, and was called the Cheetah type.

There is also a light and flexible chariot, called the Monkey Type, which is flexible and light and can attack the enemy from various angles.

There is also the Hyena type, which is good at reconnaissance, and the War Bear type, which has powerful artillery.

Although many models have some weaknesses, these weaknesses will disappear once they are combined.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The tanks roared madly, the coaxial machine guns fired wildly, and the tanks rushed into the crowd without stopping, crushing them all the way.

The closed armored vehicle following behind, with the light machine gun mounted on the firing port, was also roaring continuously, reaping lives.

The Vanguard Chariot Regiment did not stop, but rushed straight into the chaotic Angel Alliance team, moving forward all the way.

They have only one mission, to keep advancing and tearing apart until there are no more enemies in front of them.

"Damn it, what the hell is this."

The commander was driven crazy watching the soldiers rushing into the army like wild beasts and killing crazily on the battlefield.

Why the strength displayed by the Ming army is completely different from what the intelligence said.

Isn't it said that this kind of chariot is so slow that ordinary people can catch up with it on foot?

Isn't it said that this kind of tank is just a vehicle covered with a layer of iron sheet, and a hole will be made by a gunshot?
Damn it, which brainless intelligence officer reported such brainless information.

Looking at the Vanguard Tank Regiment advancing rampantly, the commander, who was originally hesitant, made a decision immediately.

"Order all troops to find high ground and defend it there, and retreat once dark."

It is no longer appropriate to run away now because the enemy is already approaching. If you turn around and run, your back will be completely exposed to the enemy.

The only way is to hold out until dark, wait for the formation to stabilize, and then retreat under the cover of the sky and think of other ways.

However, before his order could be conveyed, the earth shook again.

He turned his head in horror and saw a sandstorm rising in the eastern sky. Countless rumbling iron objects rushed in with roars.

The size of the creatures was even larger than the previous one, and the number of them was many times greater than the previous one.

"It's over!"

Looking at the endless chariots rushing towards him, the commander's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Armored troops, forward!"

Chang Yuchun, sitting in a Tiger command vehicle, looked at their Angel Alliance troops with fear like a duck, smiled coldly and issued an order for the entire army to attack.

There are no tactics or formations. The key to a chariot is to charge forward and deliver a powerful blow to the enemy's heart.

Moreover, this is a plain area, so even if the enemy wants to use the terrain to resist, it is a luxury.

The chariots roared over. The Angel Alliance soldiers, who had suffered two blows, could no longer bear it. They shouted in fear and, ignoring the commander's orders, turned around and ran towards what they thought was a safe place.

One leads two, two lead three, and a great rout occurs in the blink of an eye.

"Zhu Laosi, what the hell are you doing? The enemies here have been scared away, and you haven't come up yet."

Seeing the enemy's complete collapse, Chang Yuchun saw that the troops following behind him had not caught up yet, so he directly adjusted the channel and started cursing at the old man's channel.

The old man, who was leading his troops and following ten miles behind, heard that the enemy had collapsed. He looked at the slow-moving infantry troops, gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Lu Xiangsheng, the troops you lead continue to follow."

Then he drew the sword from his waist and said to an officer riding a horse behind him: "Call all the cavalry troops and follow me to collect heads."

"Yes!"

The officer responded with a swift response, and turned to inform the cavalry troops guarding both sides of the team to set off.

Although the Ming army had chariots, airplanes, armored vehicles, various advanced equipment, and even many troops were equipped with motorcycles, the cavalry still maintained a considerable size.

Most of these cavalry units came from troops reorganized from the grassland.

In the battle with the Russians that year, these grassland people completely surrendered.

Zhu Zhanjun considered the situation in the north and did not withdraw all the cavalry troops immediately. Instead, he reorganized them into a cavalry corps with a total of 30,000 people, and named them the Three Thousand Camp.

For this battle, considering that there were many plain areas on the opposite side, they transferred this troop over and gave it to the old man to command.

I originally thought that this force might not be used, but I didn't expect it to be put to use so soon.

As the orders from their superiors were issued, the cavalry units protecting both sides of the column howled with excitement, and their horses followed the flags and ran quickly towards the place where the sound of gunfire was heard.

In order to get close to the enemy as quickly as possible, the cavalrymen ignored the horsepower and rode their horses to charge quickly.

When he arrived at the battlefield area, he jumped onto the horse next to him, drew his weapon, and prepared for battle.

"Back then, your ancestors beat these guys to their knees and beg for mercy. Today, let me see your bravery again."

The old man raised the sword in his hand high, pointed at the fleeing figures all over the mountains and roared.

"kill!"

"Kill! The Ming Dynasty is victorious!"

The cavalrymen raised their weapons and responded loudly to the old man.

Instantly, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The cavalrymen raised their weapons high and launched a charge with shouts.

The arrival of powerful firearms made these cavalrymen realize that their glory was a thing of the past.

The Ming Dynasty only kept them temporarily. It was likely that they would return to the grasslands and herd cattle for the rest of their lives.

They became herdsmen who provided beef, mutton, milk and wool to the imperial court.

Everyone was ready to go back home and live as ordinary people for the rest of their lives, but unexpectedly, God gave them another chance to follow the northern troops to attack those white pigs.

Before setting off, their commander told them that this might be the last glory of the cavalry, and it might also be the last time that the cavalry would appear on the battlefield in large numbers.

Everyone cherished this hard-won opportunity very much, and thought about making more contributions before returning home so that they could get more cattle, sheep and grassland.

Cannons roared, gunfire sounded, war horses roared, and scimitars gleamed coldly.

Heads flew up and bodies fell down.

When the infantrymen who accelerated their march arrived at the battlefield, this glorious scene reached its peak.

This battle, or more accurately a chase, lasted for a whole week.

Thousands of miles from the Polish border were littered with the bodies of members of the Western Alliance and cities and villages destroyed by artillery fire.

When the news of the Northern Alliance's defeat reached the Angel Alliance, all members of the Angel Alliance fell silent.

This is different from what they imagined. Why did it turn out like this?

"Everyone, the Ming army is still advancing. They are moving very fast. Wherever they go, there is almost no city that can resist them."

"Please tell me, how can we solve these problems? How can we stop the attack of the Ming army?"

The bearded leader looked at the representatives of each faction present and asked a question he had never thought of.

However, he was answered by silence.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door and an officer came in and saluted the bearded man.

"Commander, I just received news that the Russians are also advancing."

Everyone looked up in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe the news.

"We just formed an alliance, how could they betray us directly? Aren't they afraid that we will tell Ming Dynasty about the alliance?"

One member couldn't believe it and asked the question in his mind.

The officer who walked in sighed and placed a report on the table.

The member grabbed it, looked up, and his expression twitched.

It only said that the shameless Tsar betrayed the alliance with the Ming Dynasty. In order to mend the relationship between the two sides, the Russians executed the Tsar and established a free federation.

The officer said, "They put all the blame on the Tsar. Now they are a new country called the Great Soviet Federation."

"In order to get the Ming Dynasty to forgive them, they not only contributed a huge amount of gold, silver and jewelry, but also allocated part of their land to the Ming Dynasty as compensation."

"And they guarantee that after the world is unified in the future, they will join Ming as one of the federations and will only maintain autonomy, and will not affect Ming's rule over the world."

"Damn traitors, they will pay the price."

"They really think that the Ming Dynasty will believe them. They are so naive. Just wait. Once the Ming Dynasty unifies the world, they will become the last food for the Ming Dynasty."

The representative of the British Army angrily slammed the table, cursing the Russians for their disloyalty and hoping that they would have a bad end.

However, others remained silent.

Because they understood that the Great Soviet Federation would definitely think of these things, the reason they chose to do this was that they were betting that the Ming Dynasty would not unify the world.

Even if they lose the bet later, as former allies, or vassal troops, when they are incorporated into the Ming Dynasty in the future, the status of their people and the benefits they gain will be much stronger than those of the Angel Alliance conquered by the Ming Dynasty.

"Retreat." The bearded man said slowly, "It is difficult for us to stop them in the plains. Retreat to our territory and build a solid defense line."

"Back then, the Mongols were defeated due to logistics and various other reasons. I believe that we will also be like our ancestors and defeat the Ming Dynasty, this greedy lion." (End of this chapter)