Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"You see, this government is still very reasonable!"

Jiang Han laughed loudly and teased 45 at the side. They really had a great harvest this time. Although the food at home was basically bought in vain and all went to the refugees, for Jiang Han, it was not a loss as it could keep people alive. They brought more than ten horses when they came to the city, and more than ten horses when they left the city. These war horses were well fed and well served in Cao's mansion, but before they could be sold, they returned to the arms of the old capitalist Jiang Han.

Once upon a time, they were porters, and their glorious war horses became mules. This time, they not only had to carry goods, but also pull carts.

Polite Warhorse: "You?"

Such a carriage team was actually quite conspicuous, and the Manchu cavalry wandering nearby naturally noticed the strange scene.

"Two carriages ran out of the city, with an unknown number of people, but with a lot of horses."

The scouts in charge of observation quickly reported the collected information to the rear.

"horse?"

For the Manchu and Jin cavalrymen who came to seek revenge, "horse" was a sensitive word. They knew very well that there was not a single horse in Anping City.

Volume 27: Chapter Chapter : Master Wang's hips

Horse is a good thing.

For the Manchu cavalry who lived on horseback, a good horse was even more important than their wife, because a horse could save their lives, while a wife would only make their health worse day by day.

When they saw such a convoy coming out of Anping City with a large number of horses in it, the Manchu cavalry were no longer sleepy.

Having horses is better than infantry. Even if the quality of the horses is not very good, they are still much better than running on the ground.

Therefore, the scouts quickly demonstrated their subjective initiative. Without any orders from their superiors, they took the initiative to make the decision to follow directly and at the same time pass on the message to the rear.

In any case, the speed of the carriage is much slower than that of the light cavalry. Not to mention the difference in running ability between a slow horse and a normal war horse, the loads of the two carts are not for show.

As for the horses in Jiang Han’s team, their only evaluation was, I may not be a human, but you are a real dog.

I've never heard of a warhorse pulling pickles. That's not the worst. He even let the warhorse pull a cart! What is our mission? It's to charge on the battlefield and trample the enemy into pulp, not to pull a small wooden cart with a black iron pot with two strings of garlic hanging on it! The people of the Warhorse family have been humiliated! It was not easy to come to a new yard, the food was better, the treatment was improved, and finally found the dignity of a warhorse, but before I could even warm my butt, I was back in this man's hands in a blink of an eye.

It’s not that they didn’t think about resisting, but the result of resisting was that they were picked up by a long-haired woman and thrown to the ground, as if they were being thrown to a broken sack. It was so painful!

I look north to the king's army for another year. When will the king's army lead us out of the sea of ​​suffering? The heart of the war horse is filled with sorrow.

"Hmm? A caravan with lots of horses?"

When the sergeant heard the report from his subordinates, he also became interested.

"Maybe a wealthy family in the city fled for their lives, fearing that their war horses and belongings would be taken away by our Heavenly Army."

The soldier below gave a perfect flattery.

"Hahahaha, interesting! Then let's do as he wishes. You split off a small team and bring back the warhorse and that man's belongings!"

The sergeant waved his hand casually. His main task now was to put maximum pressure on the defenders in the city, keep them in a tense state to delay the time for them to quell the riot, and make the unrest in the city develop more violently. As for looting things, it was just an extra addition. He only mentioned bringing back horses and money. As for what to do with people, it was self-evident.

"Yes! Bach, Yelu, bring your people and follow me!"

The subordinates responded excitedly and hurriedly ordered their men to leave. For them, the pleasure brought by looting and slaughter was incomparably pure.

On the other side, several people in the carriage were still discussing where to go next.

"Now that we have escaped, where should we go next?"

No matter whether it is M4A1 or UMP45, as humanoids, they have long adapted to this kind of wandering life and are not at all uncomfortable with the current escape. After all, they have experienced it countless times. They are more concerned about what the next goal will be.

The more they acted like this, the more uncomfortable Jiang Han felt, because these girls had lived such a hard life in their previous world. Although most of the blame was on that Mr. Zha from Yuzhong, Jiang Han actually wanted to give these girls a relatively stable environment so that they could live a happier life together.

He liked the ordinary but happy daily life. He did not have much yearning for the cruelty of war. Especially after traveling through time and facing so many tragic situations, he longed even more for a place where he could live in peace.

"How about we go to Jiangnan? I want to try out an idea there."

Jiang Han set this goal after considering many factors. Jiangnan was actually one of the most prosperous regions in the Ming Dynasty. A large number of salt merchants gathered on the Jiangnan Road. The rich water system made the water transport very prosperous, and also made the residents here relatively more prosperous.

The most important thing is that due to the developed water transport, Jiang Han can find some things more easily, such as peppers, sweet potatoes, and various vegetables that were once not available in the country.

The salt merchants were the ones who knew how to enjoy life the most. Since they could not achieve fame and fortune, they could only work hard to enjoy life. They compared their yards, their private kitchens, and the skinny horses they raised. The probability of finding those crops was the highest in these places.

He had been thinking about how to save the Ming Dynasty, even if not for the dynasty, at least to allow the people living here to survive as long as possible.

He wanted to make an attempt first to see if he could save this country on the verge of collapse ideologically. He didn't want to go that step unless it was absolutely necessary because he had no confidence in his abilities.

How did the teachers have foresight? How did the great men have great talents? The birth of the Republic was forged by every conscious people. He was a sleeper in the Marxist theory class. Could he really lead those nerdy college students who only had a half-understanding of advanced ideas? He didn't have the answer in his heart. He was afraid of failure, and even more afraid of disappointing others' expectations.

If you want to change the world, you must first understand the world. This requires time and sufficient practice.

"Once we get to Jiangnan, maybe we can live a more peaceful life?"

Jiang Han raised his head and joked lightly.

"I believed your lies. We agreed to live a good life, but within two days, trouble came knocking on my door. You'd better shut your mouth."

45 couldn't help but complain.

“Someone is following us.”

M4A1 was observing slowly on one side of the carriage, and he spotted the scouts that had fallen behind.

"Look, what did I say? You are poisonous!"

45 He got upset on the spot. Something happened right after he finished speaking. If you are not unlucky, who else should you be?

"How can you slander someone's innocence like this? I was talking about going to Jiangnan, but I haven't arrived yet. This is all an accident. Can an accident be called bad luck?"

Jiang Han defended himself aggrievedly

"Shall we finish them off, Commander?"

M4A1 skillfully replaced the scope on the gun in his hand.

"Destroy it, I'm tired"

The horses were excited to see a familiar figure appear beside them. It was the Manjin scout. Ah! That friendly figure! Ah! That familiar fellow!

It's the Royal Master! The Royal Master has come to save us! Reforge the glory of the War Horse, today! Today! The Royal Master, look at me!

The war horses snorted excitedly behind the carriage.

"Roger that, Commander."

M4A1 responded calmly, aiming at a scout who was approaching. The gunshot rang out, and the scout fell off his horse.

"one"

In the whistling wind, there was only surprise and solemnity brewing.

Volume 28: Chapter Chapter : Qing soldiers: Brothers are cheating!

"Wow, are you so pretentious?"

Jiang Han inexplicably felt that M4A1's lines and actions were so cool, and the second-year soul in his blood seemed to be aroused. He kept thinking about these two words, muttering "one" and shaking his head: "This is really cool, why can't I say it?"

"puff"

Jiang Han heard a laugh that he couldn't hold back. It was 45's voice. Jiang Han turned his head and saw 45 holding her stomach and looking very painful. The two children in the car also had red faces. At this moment, Jiang Han suddenly realized that he seemed to have said what was in his heart. In an instant, a feeling of social death came over him. The real owner was next to him. Was it a bit...

While driving, he secretly glanced at M4A1. M4A1 seemed to be concentrating on the current battle, with a stern face and sharp movements. He was so immersed in the battle that he didn't notice his slip of the tongue, which made Jiang Han breathe a sigh of relief.

But he didn't notice that under M4A1's tense face, the area behind her ears had already turned red. She had made up her mind not to say a single word!

At the moment when the scout fell to the ground and the gunshots rang out, the well-trained cavalrymen immediately got some information and reacted. It was a musket! They had seen the power of this thing in the battle with the Ming army. Almost in an instant, several people hid their bodies in the blind spot on the side of the horse's belly to avoid being targeted. At the same time, they drew bows and arrows from their backs and prepared for battle.

Growing up between the White Mountains and the Black Waters, the cavalrymen have superb riding skills. Even before stirrups became popular, they could do all kinds of tricks on horseback. As time goes by, with the help of muzzles, reins, stirrups, saddles and other peripheral equipment, the knights can perform more magical moves. Hiding under the horse's belly can only be regarded as basic operation.

In ancient times when most long-range weapons were parabolic bows and arrows, this operation was quite useful. A warhorse with a shoulder height of only 1.3 meters made the target in front of it extremely small. Without the huge target on the horse's back, the archer's aiming difficulty would be greatly increased, not to mention that when hiding under the horse's belly, others would not be able to see what you were doing, and by the time the opponent reacted, he would have been killed by an arrow from somewhere.

Therefore, in ancient times, it was said that when shooting a person, shoot the horse first, and try to stop the opponent's momentum. At the same time, as long as you deal with the horse as the main body, it doesn't matter what tricks you use.

In ancient times without the assistance of pulleys, bows and arrows were designed to be much slower, and shooting moving targets was quite difficult, but their opponent was the M4A1.

The most important thing about a horse is its pair of strong long legs, but at the same time, it is also the most vulnerable part. As the only remaining member of the order Perissodactylus, a horse running on the ground is like a person walking with the middle finger, except that this middle finger is a little bigger.

Another gunshot rang out, and a horse's leg was broken. The galloping warhorse immediately lost balance and plunged to the ground. The crisp sound of broken bones mixed with the dull sound of collision. The knight hiding in the horse's belly was crushed to death without even a scream. But at the same time, other riders also pulled their bowstrings. Their target was the old horse in front of the carriage.

The slow horse is very large and has a big target. At the same time, as the leader of the carriage team, it carries the power system of the entire team, just like a locomotive. The task of the cavalry is to force the locomotive to stop and make the train lose power instantly. The huge inertia will cause the carriage to overturn. At that time, the people in the carriage will be like turtles in a jar, at the mercy of others. For the cavalry who have been fighting for many years, this quality is as smooth as breathing.

"Did you guys misunderstand something?"

Standing on the front board of the carriage, 45 grabbed a flying arrow and broke it into two pieces with an evil smile. This girl's personality is like a cat. She always likes to play with her opponents, let them see hope and fall into despair, and then give them a good time, making Jiang Han sigh that fortunately he is not her opponent.

He loaded the submachine gun in his hand and turned it on automatically without saying a word. Bullets poured out like water, splashing onto the warhorse on the side of the carriage.

Although the destructive power of 9mm submachine gun bullets is only medium, they can be used in large quantities. If I can't kill you with one shot, can't I smash you to pieces with ten shots?

The horses, with flesh and blood, were beaten into sieves almost instantly, and at this moment, the cavalrymen were somewhat confused and uncertain.

They knew about the musket. This thing was very powerful and almost unstoppable within fifty steps. But, couldn't it only fire one shot?

What's going on now? Why can it fire so many rounds? Is that really a fire gun? Did the Ming Dynasty come up with some secret weapon that we don't know about?

How many more rounds can he fire? Doesn't he need to reload the gunpowder?

All kinds of unknown questions began to surround the cavalrymen's minds. The situation before them was beyond their knowledge and understanding, making it difficult for them to make effective judgments.

The unknown brings fear, and once you are afraid, you will lose to your opponent in terms of morale on the battlefield.

"I'm Super! Sister 45! My Superman!"

45 finally stood up! At this moment, she showed her infinite ambition for MVP! She was no longer invisible in this battle! With a neat combo, she took down the first head, so Jiang Han put down his hands that were checking the status of sister #45.

"I'm telling you, our team is full of warriors. How could these losers on the other side possibly beat us?"

Faced with the heroic performances of his elder brothers, Jiang Han boasted without shame.

此话出口，队伍里M4A1和45纷纷回头，一个4/0和一个2/0看着眼前的0/0的混子，心头纳闷这个人怎么能说出这么不要脸的话来？

The knights were at a loss at the moment. There were two ways to deal with the musketeers. The first was to keep the distance, which was also the way they were best at. The admission assessment standard for archers in the army was to be able to pull a 120-150 pound bow (this is the converted unit for your convenience). The range of such a bow is generally around one hundred steps, and the musket at this time, without the improvement of rifling technology and charging, has a range of only fifty steps at most. They can keep the distance as much as they want, long-armed against short-armed, men against women, Lu Xian against Noxus, but now, the situation is not right, they are the Noxus.

I don't know what's wrong with the opponent's musket, but its range is ridiculously long. I was shot one by one when I was eighty steps away, and I was still shot one by one when I was one hundred steps away. Did the opponent fire?

If keeping distance doesn't work, you can only choose Plan B, which is to get close to the enemy and drag them into hand-to-hand combat.

Many people have a misunderstanding about ancient wars, that is, archers, who often shoot arrows from the rear, are weak units. Once the enemy infantry gets close to them, they will be chopped up like melons and vegetables. In fact, this is a result of being misled by many games.

In order to ensure balance and strategy, the game must make some adjustments to the settings, so that each unit has its own characteristics to ensure the gameplay, but there is no balance system in reality. Think about who can pull a 150-pound bow? Not to mention the ultimate macho man, at least he is an unparalleled strong man. If you believe the rumors and think that it is easy to fight such a person in close combat, he will be evil for a little while, then take out the Qinglong sword on the side and cut a piece of knife-cut noodles for you to taste the saltiness of Mengpo soup.

Archers will always be elite troops, but musketeers are different. They do not need the same courage and strength as archers. In fact, they are a much cheaper option than archers. They only need to know how to aim and pull the trigger. Even a child can kill people if you give him a gun. That's why there is the advertising slogan: God cannot make all beings equal, but Colt can.

The Musketeer may seem cheap and effective, but it has a drawback before climbing up the technology tree, which is the lengthy loading process.

At present, the main musket is still the matchlock gun. First, fill the gun barrel with gunpowder, then stuff the steel balls in and compact them, and then use the external matchlock as a seal to ignite the gunpowder and fire. After firing each time, the gunpowder must be reloaded, filled, and ignited again. This long process of changing bullets, and the uneven quality of soldier training due to the low cost, result in the musket team being dragged into close combat and almost starting to fight on the spot.

If not now, when?

But now, hand-to-hand combat is of no use. They never expected that the musket on the opposite side could fire continuously. Your musket is illegal!

The series of thunder-like sounds naturally could not escape the attention of the sergeant on the other side. The gunshots over there were so dense that they sounded like a whole, which gave him a bad feeling.

With such a high density of muskets, how many Ming troops are there on the other side? Is there an ambush?

The sergeant began to have some doubts in his heart.

Volume 29: Chapter Chapter : Escape from the Pursuit

Listening to 45 splashing water crazily, Jiang Han felt like his heart was bleeding.

The fighting at the front was great, but the logistics support was cursing. Due to the straight magazine, the capacity of 45 was only 25 rounds. After being splashed with water twice, there were basically no two rounds left. But where did the bullets come from? Wasn't it from Jiang Han?

Before going out to fight, the humanoids had to prepare their own ammunition. At the same time, in order to ensure smooth movement, they would not carry too much ammunition, and they had to calculate carefully before fighting. But now they don’t have to do that anymore. All the ammunition is under the charge of Jiang Han, the general warehouse. All they have to think about is how to kill the enemy. Can’t they just make as much ammunition as possible?

Jiang Han's resources are decreasing bit by bit. 45 is having a great time, but his resources are constantly being depleted and his mentality is starting to get problematic.

Looking at the other side, although the M4A1 was still moving forward steadily and taking care of the opponent at one point, there was a person next to it and with that influence, it was possible that the two of them might get excited together, and both turned on the full automatic gear and started splashing water.

How can this be possible? This bad habit must be nipped in the bud! This evil trend must not be encouraged!

If possible, he was about to rush to Baozhu 45's legs and shout, "Auntie, please just order one, or three in a row!" But he couldn't hold her, because he was a carriage driver now. This was not the future, with cement and asphalt roads. Most of the roads now were dirt roads. At this moment, he was drinking a famous saying of Mr. Lu Xun: There were no roads in the world, but when more people walked on them, they became roads.

(Lu Xun: I did say that)

Although the road conditions at the end of the Ming Dynasty were not so bad that the weeds were trampled by human activities alone, they were not much better. There were all kinds of small stones and mounds of earth on the road, and the wheels of the carriage were made of hard wood. Jiang Han felt that his butt was about to be broken.

No, Jiang Han felt that he had to regain his power as a husband.

"Sister 45!"

Jiang Han put on a serious tone.