Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

Throughout the entire Jiangnan region, the only family with the ability and accurate information to have an artillery unit was Jiang Han's family. However, he couldn't figure out how he got here and how he knew that we were going to plunder Yangzhou? Could there be a traitor?

Ma Huihui's mind was full of thoughts, but now was obviously not the time to think about them. The whistling and roaring of artillery shells were right next to his ears, and if he didn't hurry up, he would be turned into a carbon sculpture of the human body.

"No, Mr. Boss, the horse is frightened! I can't ride it!!"

"Then pull them out! What will those hungry people eat? Give the order to Lin Yangcheng, tell them to charge the opposite artillery position! They must destroy the artillery position even if it costs their lives!"

promise!

The guards went down to pass on the order, but now, Ma Huihui had to evacuate this extremely dangerous area as soon as possible under the cover of his personal soldiers. Just now, a shell exploded a hundred meters away from them, and the heat wave hit his face. Ma Huihui had never felt death so close to him.

In addition, after giving the order, Ma Huihui did not forget to instruct: "Find out who set the fire in the camp!"

"No one is allowed to run! I will kill anyone who runs! Charge towards the artillery position opposite!"

When the first round of artillery fire landed, the deterrent effect was greater than the casualties. If we were to say how many people died, it was only a few hundred. However, the noise was so loud that it gently awakened the sleeping souls. All the hungry people were fleeing frantically, and the bandits killed several people before they were able to stabilize their formation.

The number of starving people who died at the hands of the bandits was even greater than the number of unfortunates who died in the artillery fire. Perhaps the number of people gave them confidence. Faced with the intensive artillery bombardment, the first reaction of Ma Huihui and others was to attack Jiang Han's artillery position.

This kind of RTS-level decision cannot be said to be unreasonable. After all, the artillery of this era has a slow loading speed, slow firing frequency, and small shooting power. As long as they are willing to suffer casualties and impact the opponent's main camp, the opponent's artillery will definitely be silenced, and they have always been willing to suffer casualties.

Hearing the bandits' order, the hungry people hesitated: "But, but, sir, that...that's a cannon!"

They are just a bunch of ordinary people who have never seen a battlefield. And you ask us to charge towards the artillery?

They saw it with their own eyes, the artillery fire falling to the ground and the blazing flames. If they went up there, they would probably be killed to pieces.

Who is not afraid of death? We are all ordinary people. Who has the courage to charge forward with cannons fired?

"What the hell are you talking about! I know it's a cannon! It's meant to make you charge forward."

"General...General, please be kind, please..."

Before the hungry people could even say anything to plead, they were met with a blow on their heads, their heads chopped off on the spot: "You've seen it all. You keep giving orders, this is what you'll get. Charge forward!"

No one spoke anymore. After the man who dared to speak was hacked to death, all the hope in everyone's heart was gone. The most courageous group had been killed when they were looting the starving people. Those who dared to speak here were considered to be courageous.

Their cowardice made them dare not resist, and they could only follow the bandits' orders and charge forward. They were hoping for luck, as there were so many people on their side, what if they could charge down?

The movements of the army naturally fell into the eyes of the scarecrow, and he gave a calm command: "Change the bombing scale. This time, aim at the rear of the enemy formation and drop incendiary bombs on both sides of the position to leave a way for the enemy's stormtroopers."

The bandits' formation began to adjust after the attack. The entire lineup was no longer linked together like a target, but became a thousand-layer pancake. The old camp soldiers and cadres shrank to the back to be prepared for any eventuality and to be ready to attack at any time.

"Sure enough, they are stupid creatures who cannot feel the difference between us."

According to the enemy's change of formation, there is only one conclusion, that is, they intend to attack their artillery positions regardless of casualties. There are only about twenty guns, so even if thousands of people die, it is acceptable.

That is why straw people say that the other party cannot see the gap between the two sides clearly. The core here is not quantity, but distance.

Not to mention PP-93 and Jaguar, the Steel Lion alone has an ultra-long range of one to two kilometers. This distance is simply a natural barrier for the two armies. During the later Korean War, the British artillery could fire at a range of meters, while the Qing army's artillery had a range of only meters. Because of this short meters, the Qing army paid a heavy price of thousands of casualties, while the British army paid less than five.

This is the result of a gap of only 300 meters, but in the scarecrow team, even the unit closest to the opponent is 1.5 kilometers away!

At this time, if there was any general who understood artillery, his heart would have sank when he saw the location of the enemy's artillery position, but unfortunately, the Gezuo 5th Battalion did not have one. They planned to lead their brothers to charge again, and try again if that didn't work.

The Scarecrow simply played along. Since you guys want to charge, then I will let you charge. Not only will I let you charge, I will also mark out a special runway for you. How about it, isn’t it considerate?

In large-scale group combat, the most dangerous thing is being surrounded by the enemy. If you want to ensure that you can have a reasonable output environment, you must control the direction of the enemy's movement. The incendiary bombs on both sides can effectively prevent the two wings from being hit, and on the front, you naturally have your own arrangements.

However, this runway naturally cannot be drawn in advance. The 1.5-kilometer buffer distance allows the Scarecrow to easily carry out three more rounds of bombing and then make on-the-spot deployments. When the dense crowds of hungry people began to charge towards the hillside, her order followed.

"Incendiary bombs dropped, pain shooters, start attacking!"

The shells roared, and this time, the direction was no longer the rear of the army, but the two sides of the camp. A large and raging flame exploded in the crowd, one ball after another, and then connected into one. The flame continued to spread with the crowd. Those who were hit by the flames howled and struggled, and those who were not hit began to flee to the middle, but in the middle, the rotary machine guns in the hands of several attackers began to sound the performance bell of the god of death.

"Deploy Goliaths to the west. Scorpion Beasts, be careful to defend against the enemies coming from behind. Rangers, tear open their lines from the east!"

The Ranger seems like a silly thing in the game, but it is a miscellaneous soldier in the world of Girls' Frontline, because it is just a small armored vehicle, the armor is not very thick, and the firepower is not strong. But what does a small armored vehicle in the era of cold weapons represent?

Representing a heavy cavalry unit that would not get tired, they launched a roar, mounted machine guns and fired, like a high-temperature sharp knife, piercing a piece of butter.

"First I'll cut off a piece of the cake, and then I'll slowly eat you up"

Delay the enemy's progress? I, Scarecrow, want to kill you all!

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Volume 280: Chapter Chapter : Cannibalism

The Pain Slayer is a machine gun unit among the Iron-Blooded Dolls. The three-barreled machine gun in her hand has very good continuous damage. If you encounter her in the game, you must consider solving her as a priority.

At this moment, this fire suppression team composed of machine guns took the word "Iron Curtain" to the extreme.

The desperate barrage of firepower completely turned this charge route into a dead end.

The patrollers, on the other hand, were in an extremely comfortable situation. It would be better to say that I, an old patroller, had never fought such a prosperous battle in my entire life.

No matter how weak the Ranger is, he still has basic armor on his body. The alloy armor plates on his legs can ensure that his overall structure will not be damaged during the journey. The overall mechanical shell of the outer shell also has considerable protective capabilities. In this day and age, how can these hungry people holding hoes and shovels shake the armor of the Ranger?

Even if you take a knife and chop it, it won't even leave a mark. How can you fight?

The scale of the battlefield was not big enough compared to the army formation of the bandits. After all, it was just a small hill. The Scarecrow was facing only the subordinates of Lin Yangcheng from the Fifth Battalion of the Gezuo. Due to the original agreement, Lin Yangcheng was the vanguard, and his army formation was closest to the front of the battlefield, so he was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. It was his team that charged the artillery position on the hill this time.

Lin Yangcheng was willing to be a pioneer in the beginning, although it was due to his poor brain, he also had his own considerations.

There are five leaders in the Fifth Battalion of the Gezuo. The size of their power represents the strength of their voice. If they want to expand their power, they must actively rob and capture people. As a real man, how can Lin Yangcheng be depressed and be under someone else's command for long?

He is ambitious and has aspirations, but an old man once said that a person's development depends not only on his own efforts, but also on the development of the times. If you want to succeed, hard work alone is not enough, you also have to look at opportunities.

Lin Yangcheng didn't get the chance before, but during his trip to Yangzhou, he felt that his chance had come. How rich is Yangzhou? Just look at how Jiang Han can support an artillery army with the power of this place. Moreover, the population here is prosperous, which is simply too suitable as a springboard for his takeoff.

As for Jiang Han's ability to fight? What a joke, we all have two shoulders to carry one head. No matter how good he is at fighting, how far can he go? As long as the soldiers in my old camp are not damaged, even if I put in tens of thousands of people, as long as I can win in Yangzhou, it will be a big profit!

To capture Yangzhou, Lin Yangcheng, as the vanguard, must be the first to enter the city and the first to rob. He who strikes first has the advantage. As long as he can get enough benefits, it is hard to say who will listen to whom in the future.

But now, Lin Yangcheng felt something was wrong. These people died too quickly.

The hungry people who rushed forward first were burned to ashes like firewood encountering a fire. The sound of muskets that sounded like firecrackers in the sound of artillery made Lin Chengyang shudder. With this frequency of gunfire, how many guns did the other side bring? Could this damn Jiang Han have sent out all his troops?

I'm so stupid, really. Lin Chengyang was full of bitterness. I only knew that he could fight, but I never thought that he could fight so well? How rich is this guy? Guns are free? Cannons are free? Oh my God, is there such a way to fight? Is he living a hard life?

Ma Huihui, He Jing and others who were watching all this from a distance breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the scene before them, and they were lucky that they had tricked this fool King of Chaos to step on the landmine. This Jiang Han was really not an easy person to deal with. It was too scary. With this artillery and musket formation, if they took their men up there, they would probably suffer a heavy loss on the spot.

There is no doubt that everyone present was frightened by this outrageous battle scene. It was only an incense stick of time from the beginning of the battle to now. But in this incense stick of time, Lin Yangcheng's old camp was blown to pieces by artillery shells, and half of the hungry people in front of him melted instantly. This kind of battle cannot be fought.

Because the casualties in the front were so rapid, the charging team in the rear was stunned. In their eyes, the familiar people who were just rushing forward screaming suddenly fell to the ground with only half of their heads left. The scene was too shocking, and they didn't even react to what was happening. They felt their bodies go numb, and their consciousness and strength disappeared like water.

People were like wheat encountered by a strong wind, and fell down in large numbers in an instant.

It was too easy, death came too quickly and too easily. The raging flames were like a basin of cold water poured over the heads of these hungry civilians and soldiers. They could not charge forward anymore. This was their consensus. If they did not charge forward, they might be killed by the bandits. But if they charged forward, they would die immediately.

Up to now, they haven't even seen what the enemy looks like, which makes every hungry citizen hesitate. Something is wrong. This is too wrong. What exactly are we facing? Should we run away, or is it better to escape for our lives?

Not to mention the hungry people, even Lin Yangcheng himself began to back off in his heart. He was full of confidence and went for an attack, but was beaten to death by the opponent. Anyone would have doubts in his heart.

But he wants to quit, but some people don't.

"Isn't it a little too late to think about retreating now? Block the road with artillery! Completely divide the battlefield!"

The scarecrow just wanted to laugh at the other party's slow decision. When the train hit the wall, you knew you had turned, but it was too late!

"Dragoon, chase from the flank!"

Dragoon, an advanced front-line unit made by Iron-Blooded Workers. The core of the Dragoon is not actually the cavalry. The humanoids serving as cavalry are just ordinary combat humanoids, just like the dragon riders in traditional Western fantasy stories. The cool thing about the dragoon is not the knight, but the dragon under her crotch.

The dragoon's load-bearing fast-combat mecha has the three high attributes of high armor, high movement speed, and high damage. And because of its high armor and strong mobility, its combat method is also aggressive. Relying on its formation, the dragoon can whiz right through your formation right in your face. If you are a humanoid, you will fly several meters if you are hit, let alone a human?

Not to mention the three-barrel machine gun next to the Dragon Rider mecha. This thing is not just for decoration.

A team of dragon riders was like a phantom on the battlefield. When the Iron-Blooded Humanoids were remanufactured, they didn't consider any bullshit ergonomics at all. What does it have to do with me whether your human body can withstand it or not? The frontal battlefield must be full of performance! The speed of the dragon rider mecha of more than 100 kilometers per hour is really a light injury to death, while the horse can only reach about 50 kilometers per hour.

These two things are simply products that cannot compete on the same stage. This group of dragoons carved out a bloody path on the flank of the crowd as if they had chewed up Xuanmai, and headed straight towards Lin Yang's formation.

"Quick, quick, quick, retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

Something was not right. Something was extremely wrong. Even if Lin Yangcheng was slow-witted, he had noticed that the battle was completely one-sided. The hungry people were numerous and very useful, so there was no need to worry about casualties. However, their fighting spirit was not very strong. They could only be said to be collapsing and running away.

After the first wave of fierce fire from the enemy, all the hungry people began to run in the opposite direction. If not now, when? And there was something strange rushing towards their camp. In the middle of the night, they could not see the enemy clearly. They could only see their subordinates flying in various strange postures in the air.

Lin Chengyang could only be thankful that the horses under his command were all looted war horses, and they could adapt to various situations on the battlefield quickly. They had heard the sound of artillery before, and after the initial fright, they had been pacified and able to walk, otherwise he would really be in despair.

However, when the incendiary bomb fell on the ground in front of him, Lin Yangcheng knew that he was still too young.

"Jiang Han!!! I※you※...you TM, why are you like a dog! I *()...＆%＆...￥￥＃"

Shells fell like raindrops, flames rose, and the original escape route disappeared; it was extremely difficult for the prey targeted by the scarecrow to escape, because she would calculate your route every step, and all your arrangements were within her expectations. Then, she would block all your possible escape routes step by step, making you completely a prey in the trap.

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly! The King of Chaos is beyond saving, retreat quickly!"

When Ma Huihui and others saw this situation, they decisively retreated. They were frightened, or rather, they were frightened by Jiang Han's ability to ignore the hungry people in front and directly attack the old camp.

The foundation of the bandits' survival is these old soldiers. They are not only the core combat force, but also a complete management team that integrates training, management and supervision. As long as the old soldiers are there, their organizational structure will still be perfect. Even if many people die, they can turn around and form a new team.

The main reason why they can act so recklessly is that unless the enemy launches a large-scale encirclement and suppression, it is difficult for them to threaten their main camp.

Historically, the tactics against these bandits were mainly based on encirclement and suppression, gradually compressing their living space and eventually annihilating them. This is why they had ideas about Jiang Han. In their opinion, although Jiang Han had strong combat effectiveness, his troops were scarce and they could not carry out an encirclement and suppression campaign against them, so this trip to Yangzhou could be said to be a sure win.

But now, everything is different.

The enemy had artillery that could bypass the famine camp and directly hit the old camp. No one had ever said this! If the fight continued, the old camp would be seriously injured, and he might even die here. Really, thanks to the King of Chaos, he used his life to find out this information for himself and others.

We will miss you, Lin Chengyang.

They immediately began to evacuate with their men, without even looking back. The numerical advantage was meaningless to the enemy. Losing the old camp was equivalent to losing everything. They could not accept such a loss. Now they did not know why they had run into the enemy head-on. The most urgent task was to bypass their troops. Judging from the current intensity of the war against Jiang Han, he must have pulled all the troops over. They only needed to lead their men to bypass the front and enter Yangzhou to play hide-and-seek with him.

Your sacrifice is meaningful, Lin Cheng Yang!

"Go south!! Run south!"

Like shepherding sheep, the crowd was deliberately guided to a specific direction. There was artillery fire from the rear and enemies were chasing them on the flanks. The only route left for Lin Yangcheng was to the south.

The man’s side is two mountains.

Human movement will be restricted in the mountains. They will get tired more easily and fall behind more easily. The horses' mobility will also be affected, so as long as they lag behind, their numbers will continue to decrease.

All Scarecrow has to do is to send out dragon riders and rangers to occasionally collect one or two heads and put enough pressure on them. These people have already been scared out of their wits, so there is no need to worry about the possibility of them resisting.

As for the others, there were already scouts following them from a distance. Food should be eaten bite by bite, right?

The surrounding terrain was already in the scarecrow's mind. Based on the direction the other party was moving, it was not difficult to analyze the other party's purpose.

"You want to get around me? Then let's see how fast you can run."

Volume 281: Chapter Chapter : The Contest between the Ghosts

"My fellow soldiers, can we really not be more tolerant?"

The butler stood in front of the disguised figures and looked at them pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. The higher-ups have issued a death order. Tomorrow night will be the final time for the attack. We will start the siege directly then. If your master wants to take any action, it's best to act before then."

The humanoids looked helpless. In fact, this time was entirely set by themselves, and of course, they were also trying to pass on the blame.

The prefect wanted to check the composition of Jiang Han's troops before deciding whether to surrender, but his little tricks had long been seen through by 45. He was too naive to play tricks in front of her.

Facing the current battle situation, although Jiang Han did not say it, the humanoids still felt a lot of urgency in their hearts. The pressure of an army of hundreds of thousands of people must be considerable, and they must complete the task and provide support as soon as possible.

So, there is the above rule of the final attack time.

"This... Tomorrow night is really too early, General, please be flexible."

As the butler spoke, he took out gold from his pocket, but his action undoubtedly touched some memories of the humanoids: "Raise your hands, raise both hands above your head!"

"Sir, I want to..."

Put your hands above your head! Don't move! !

Several humanoids restrained the man while warning him, and only breathed a sigh of relief after they took out two pieces of gold from him.

"What the hell, it turns out to be gold. I almost emptied the magazine."

"No, let me be honest. Don't engrave this nonsense into his DNA. It will make him unable to breathe."

"Sorry, it was just a reflex. I thought you were going to pull out a weapon."

After apologizing, the humanoids quickly pulled the butler up and said, "Anyway, the attack time has been set by the higher-ups, and we can only follow orders. Instead of wasting time with us here, you should go back and pass on the message as soon as possible, so as to help your master make the right choice as quickly as possible."

"Ah, this... yes... yes, thank you very much, General, thank you very much, General."

The housekeeper left in a hurry.

"What wave is this?"

Looking at the butler's receding back, 416 turned around and asked 45.