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

"Liangzi, what do you want to do after the war?"

"What else can I do? I can go back and get married. I can make sesame cakes, open a stall, and live a happy life with my wife and children."

"Haha, selling sesame cakes, are you planning to be like Wu Dalang?"

The darkness was exceptionally quiet; perhaps sensing the atmosphere of war, even the sound of insects disappeared.

In the trenches, the soldiers held their weapons and waited quietly.

The whispered conversations among several people relaxed the solemn atmosphere a lot and caused a burst of laughter.

"keep quiet!"

The platoon leader also laughed, but then gave a reminder.

The trench fell silent again.

"Commando, go!"

I don't know how long it was before a low growl came from next door, followed by a series of sparse sounds.

Many people looked in the direction where the sound came from, with a hint of envy in their eyes.

Before the Ming army attacked, they would select 20 outstanding soldiers from the camp to serve as attackers for the entire company.

Their purpose is to serve as the vanguard of the entire battalion, responsible for scouting the direction of attack, cutting the enemy's barbed wire, clearing mines and booby traps, and guiding targets for artillery and air force.

Some people may think that being at the forefront of the army would make one the enemy’s target, which is not very dangerous.

Danger, there is danger everywhere on the battlefield.

Therefore, in order to motivate the soldiers, all members who participate in the commando team will be awarded a third-class merit as long as they participate. If they ensure the smooth attack of the army and solve more dangerous problems such as barbed wire, all members will be awarded a second-class merit.

If the battalion you are in achieves a huge breakthrough, all members of the commando team will surely be awarded first-class merit.

There will always be brave men when there is a generous reward. In addition, the racial beliefs that the Ming Dynasty has always promoted have made the soldiers enthusiastically participate in every selection.

Unfortunately, there are too many people, and the officers above are selected based on the best.

Not only the company where Liangzi and his colleagues were, but other battalions and companies also sent out their own commandos.

Commandos, advancing quickly in the dark.

They took turns covering each other, keeping an eye on every direction without any slackness.

They quickly traveled a distance of three miles and arrived at the enemy's position.

The soldiers used the faint light to look at the situation in front of them.

The team commander frowned slightly.

There were crisscrossing barbed wire, as well as chevaux de frise and steel stakes to block chariots.

No one spoke. The officer kicked his companion behind him, and the other put something on his ear and moved forward little by little with a small instrument in hand.

When he hears a beeping sound in his headset, he will take out a small red flag and insert it at that location. Then a partner behind him will quickly come forward and slowly dig with professional tools.

The mines were removed one by one, and the soldiers removed the fuses and checked to see if there were any extended mines underneath. They were then dug out and thrown aside.

The team was steady and not chaotic. They advanced step by step and soon reached the barbed wire fence.

The soldier holding the instrument checked around and confirmed that there was no problem, then retreated.

Two soldiers holding large pliers stepped forward quickly.

Time passes little by little.

There was silence in the command room. The combat staff officers held their phones and looked quietly at the generals in the central sand table area.

Zhu Zhanjun sat in the first seat, tapping the armrest again and again with his fingers following the movement of the second hand.

The sound of "da da da" makes people who hear it feel not irritated at all, but indescribably peaceful.

As the sky in the east gradually began to lighten, everyone's heart began to rise.

There was no report of the front line being cleared, and the time for the attack was approaching.

The army will not give up its attack plan just because of some people.

Once the time is reached, the planned attack will not be stopped unless the commandos respond.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

"Talk!" The operations staff picked up the phone and said only one word.

"All commandos are in place."

"understood."

The staff officer hung up the phone and turned to face Zhu Zhanjun. Just as he was about to report, Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and waved, "I heard it."

Standing up, Zhu Zhanjun walked out of the command room, looked at the moon in the west that had not yet set, and the sun in the east that was about to rise, and slowly said: "The sun and the moon shine together, shining for eternity. Our Ming Dynasty should be like this sky, ruling the whole world."

The generals accompanied him quietly, and no one interrupted or agreed.

When the sun showed its head in the east, Zhu Zhanjun turned around and shouted to Li Jing: "Begin!"

Li Jing turned around and shouted to the waiting staff officers, "The king has given the order, start!"

The staff officers immediately shouted into the phone: "The attack begins!"

At the artillery cluster, the artillerymen stood neatly beside the artillery, waiting quietly.

The artillery commander, who was holding the phone and waiting quietly, immediately hung up the phone, raised the small red flag next to him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, take your positions!"

The artillerymen standing next to the artillery immediately took up their combat positions. The ammunition feeders used professional pliers to pick up the large-caliber shells, shouted, lifted them up, and came to the feeder.

The shell was placed upwards, the feeder was pushed upwards suddenly, and the shell was pushed directly into the barrel, followed by bags of propellant being loaded in.

As the breech block was closed, other personnel quickly shook the cannon, and the muzzle was slowly raised and put into ready-to-fire state.

"One shot is good, two shots are good..."

As the reports sounded, the officers did not wave the little red flags, but looked up at the sky above their heads.

As three red flares launched into the air, the officer waved the small red flag vigorously.

"put!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The rumbling sound of artillery made the earth tremble instantly, and nearly 3000 artillery pieces of the Southern Legion roared deafeningly.

One shell after another whistled in the air and flew towards the opposite side whose coordinates had already been determined.

"what sound?"

Richard jumped up from the bed and shouted subconsciously, but then he heard a voice in the air. His face changed and he roared, "Get into combat position, the enemy is attacking."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

As soon as his voice fell, artillery shells rained down on the positions of the Southern Legion of the Angel Alliance.

In an instant, dust flew all over the position. The position that seemed to be quite solid was actually destroyed by artillery fire.

The barbed wire that was not cut by the commandos was also broken by the artillery bombardment, and was carried into the sky by the shock wave and entangled together.

"Beep beep beep!"

Along with the roar of artillery, the whistle of attack sounded in the trenches of the starting position.

"kill!"

The soldiers roared, climbed out of the trenches, formed a battle formation and advanced quickly.

Tanks and armored vehicles walked at the front of the team, ready to block enemy bullets for the infantry behind them at any time.

Speaking of the most elite legion in the Second World, it is not the Northern Legion equipped with advanced weapons, but the Southern Legion.

Since the day the Ming Dynasty appeared, the Southern Legion has been either fighting or on the way to fight.

The reorganized soldiers came from a variety of sources.

There were the Green Camp soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, the army of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the troops under Zeng Guofan, the Tang Dynasty's Black Armor Army brought by Li Jing, the Hunan Army brought by Zeng Guofan, and the troops brought by Zuo Zongtang.

This Southern Legion had gone through battles in the southern jungles, Annan, and the colonial cleanup, which had fully integrated them and given them rich combat experience.

Infantry and artillery coordinated operations may be difficult for some troops in the Northern Legion. Those who can reach a distance of 100 meters from artillery fire are already considered elite.

However, in the Southern Legion, only those who could advance 50 meters following the artillery fire could be considered elite.

It is for this reason that this joke became popular among the Ming army.

The north produces brave men, and the south produces elite troops.

There was intensive artillery fire ahead, and the soldiers, holding their weapons, quickly rushed into the enemy position through the gap opened by the commandos.

"Troops attack direction, maintain 100 meters, slowly advance the barrage fire, fire!"

The observers judged the distance of the infantry attack through signal flares and began to correct the artillery firing distance.

The battlefield was filled with thick smoke, and it was difficult to judge the distance of the troops' attack by visual observation alone.

In addition, the battlefield environment was harsh and it was impossible for the soldiers to reach their combat positions at the prescribed time.

Therefore, the attacking troops would send a signal into the sky at certain intervals so that the artillery observers guiding the target in the rear could accurately determine where the soldiers had arrived.

As the artillery was corrected, the first line of defense positions, which had been bombed into ruins, were exposed to the attacking soldiers.

"kill!"

The soldiers roared and charged towards the trenches.

The soldiers at the front, under the cover of the assaulters, took out grenades and threw them directly into the trenches.

Accompanied by the sound of explosions, the soldiers rushed into the trenches shouting.

My goodness, some people stepped down and their feet sank directly.

The soldier looked down, grinned in disgust, shook off the dirt on his boots, raised the trench submachine gun in his hand, and quickly advanced with his companions behind him.

Every time they turned a corner, they would clear the way with bullets and grenades, and no one was stupid enough to stick their heads out to look.

These combat experiences are the experiences accumulated by countless companions with their lives.

"fire!"

As the Ming army entered the first line of defense, the artillery of the Southern Legion of the Angel Alliance finally reacted and began to fire at the Ming army's attacking team.

Shell after shell fell into the group of soldiers, and people were constantly knocked to the ground by artillery fire.

"Damn, I've been waiting for you for so long!"

An artillery group that had not launched an artillery attack from the beginning saw the enemy artillery finally show up. The commander cursed angrily and picked up the phone and shouted: "Target enemy artillery, distance 7630..."

Following the commander's order, hundreds of heavy artillery with a caliber of more than 200 slowly raised their muzzles.

At the commander's command, thick flames and gunpowder burst out of the muzzles, and heavy artillery shells with a caliber of more than 200 calibers rubbed against the air, whistling like a train whistle, and went towards the enemy's artillery group. (End of this chapter)