Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Shieldman! Cover!! Move forward!!"

One hundred steps was the minimum required distance that the Qing army's musketeers needed to advance. Without this number, they had no guarantee of causing casualties. At this distance, the shield carts and rattan shield bearers needed to form a formation and risk their lives.

Not only the Qing army was taking action, but the volunteers were also frantically investing their efforts.

"Hurry up, hurry up!!! Prepare to dig fortifications!!! The enemy is about to advance, we must create shelters for our friendly forces to avoid fire!! Those behind, fire support!!"

A young soldier tightly gripped the flintlock rifle in his hand, staring at the enemy who was getting closer and closer. The smell of gunpowder made his chest ache. His finger was on the outside of the trigger, quietly waiting for the moment when the target appeared.

He saw it! Half of the body was sticking out to shoot! He acted decisively, put his fingers on the class, and lightly clicked! The bullet flew! The opponent's body was knocked over, and at the same moment, another bullet shot into the opponent's head.

"What do you mean, M4? Commander, are you trying to steal the heads?"

M4 didn't pay attention to the teasing of his teammates. He turned his head and looked at the figure who shot at almost the same time as her.

“I found a good talent.”

Volume 334: Chapter Chapter : City Defense War

An ordinary person can actually achieve close to human-like aiming. Although the M4 was shot at a distance of 400 meters, and the soldier was at about meters, we must also consider that the other party was holding a flintlock rifle, plus the machine sight. This is already an extremely excellent result. There is no doubt that this is a talent.

As a qualified and virtuous wife, M4 was also very concerned about the fact that Jiang Han had been complaining about the lack of talent at his disposal. However, she was mostly a soldier and could not help much with these matters. Now, seeing such a promising sniper, M4 naturally took it to heart.

We are still in the battle now, so it is not very convenient. M4 plans to go back and mention this matter after the battle is over.

While the fighting on the M4 side was fierce, on the other side, the fighting in the Yangzhou city defense was also fierce. Under the supervision of the Eight Banners General, a large number of Eight Banners Han troops were attacking the bastion fortifications.

I can only say that when there are too many people, the sun shines brighter.

A lot of people were assigned to the front battlefield, and the defensive pressure on the volunteers increased sharply. The Han army in front of them was like zombies. However, the superiority of the musket was fully demonstrated at this moment. If a bow and arrow was used, even a 40-pound bow, an archer would have to rest after shooting steadily for 30-50 times, otherwise his arm would be difficult to support. If the siege intensity was high, almost everyone's arm would swell if the archers did not get enough rest, and the shooting intensity and stability would drop significantly, the strength of the bow and arrow would decrease, and once it was reduced, the pressure on defending the city would increase. This was an infinite vicious cycle.

But the musket is completely different. Loading and pulling the trigger put very little burden on the muscles. The only thing that needs attention is the shoulder blade part that bears the recoil of the musket. However, the buffering problem has been taken into consideration when the combat uniforms of the volunteers were designed. A shoulder rest is specially set up to act as a buffer. Both endurance and stability are much better than bows and arrows.

It was not widely used before, mainly because the Ordnance Bureau had deducted too much silver from the price of muskets. The cost of a musket was between 6 and 9 taels of silver, and these officials dared to quote Chongzhen 70 taels for the higher price, and less than taels when actually given to the craftsmen.

How can you expect the quality to be guaranteed when the cost is so high? You are just dreaming.

Jiang Han paid a huge amount of money for this batch of muskets, so he demanded quality, solid materials, and meticulous workmanship. The muskets in the Ming Dynasty were like large firecrackers, and were completely incomparable to those of the volunteers.

Even in today's high-intensity combat, the volunteers can still maintain relatively abundant physical strength, which is much better than the Eight Banners Han Army who are so tired that their tongues are about to stick out.

Now both sides are on edge, and it depends on who will collapse first. The short-handed volunteers are undoubtedly the side under greater pressure.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone, move!"

In the military camp, a group of Eight Banners soldiers were urging the Eight Banners Han soldiers in front of them to assemble like they were driving pigs and sheep. The white flags and white cotton armor in the army were very eye-catching. These were the soldiers of the Plain White Banner who had just lost Ajige and the Bordered White Banner who had just lost Duoduo.

The Zhengbai Banner was eager for revenge at this moment, and Duoduo also wanted to make a contribution, so they worked particularly hard in the attack on the bastion this time.

"Tell those dogs to quickly form a battle formation and charge again. I must take down this damn fortification today!"

An old Qing general was riding his horse and moving back and forth behind the camp. His name was Haning'a, a member of the Fuca clan, and was a member of the Bordered White Banner of the Manchuria. Because of his outstanding fighting ability, he was awarded the title of Bayarahu Zhangjing of the Bordered White Banner, which meant he was in charge of the flag for Duoduo.

Haninga is over seventy years old this year. This time, Duoduo sent him to play as a forward in order to allow him to make use of his remaining energy before his death.

The volunteers who had just repelled a wave of attacks had no time to catch their breath before they discovered that the Tatars outside were beginning to regroup again. Due to the lack of numbers, the frequency of rotation of the volunteers on the field was relatively low, and the soldiers had very little time to rest. The wounded camp was also operating at full capacity at this time. A large number of lightly wounded volunteers were taken into the wounded camp for simple disinfection and bandaging, and then had to return to the battlefield. The tents in the camp were filled with the smell of alcohol and blood.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Bring us another batch of bandages!!"

"Where's the alcohol!!! Bed number 364 needs alcohol!!"

On the city wall, a large number of reserve soldiers were carrying ammunition, artillery shells, and bullets into the fortifications. The entire Yangzhou was mobilized. When it came to killing the Jiannu, everyone was full of strength.

"Newspapers in the rear can be published to give the people something to talk about and prevent some forces from spreading rumors."

As a senior veteran, Jiang Han knows too well the harmfulness of rumors. If you ignore it, who knows what role you will be in the next day if someone spreads a rumor. You must grasp the public opinion trend well.

"I have handed over this part of the work. It is expected to be printed and distributed tomorrow. We will start detailed operations after the war is over."

"Hmm...Okay, by the way, is there any problem with the city defense?"

"Don't worry, the M2HB war is over, it's okay."

"With them here, I feel relieved."

Jiang Han nodded. He didn't believe anything else. When it came to defense, the two machine guns were like a singing and dancing machine, forcing the opponent to sing and dance, giving him a full sense of security.

"Line one! Ready! Fire!" Facing the dense crowd that was rushing over again, the volunteers' guns spewed out flames again. The neat gunshots were like the cannon firing of the mighty general, accompanied by hundreds of flashes of fire. The Qing soldiers who were charging desperately suddenly twitched and fell to the ground. Then severe pain began to spread throughout their bodies, and shrill howls echoed one after another on the battlefield.

"Ready to reload!! Fire again!!"

A metallic sound was rang out, and after the first row of musketeers finished firing a round, they immediately walked quickly through the narrow aisle to the last row. The musketeers in the second row raised their guns and aimed at the Qing soldiers.

Soon, the sound of gunfire from the second row was heard again, followed by the third row, the fourth row, and after the fourth row it was the first row's turn.

The training of the volunteers was extremely arduous. The training plan formulated by Parosa pushed every soldier to the limit. At the same time, extremely strict military regulations were also the basis for the implementation of this training system. Unlike Jiang Han, the kind father (in a compliment), Parosa would not tell you anything. If you made a mistake at a critical moment, he would definitely shoot you.

Solid training, coupled with constant actual combat in recent days, has allowed the volunteers to grow rapidly. They have smooth tactical execution, quick actions, and firm will. They are constantly moving closer to that unit.

The continuous volleys of gunfire made the gunshots seem to never stop, like rolling spring thunder, and a large number of Qing soldiers and war horse corpses piled up on the slope of the Volunteer Army's bastion.

In the fortifications, there was a tiger squat gunner stationed at intervals. The cannons in their hands were used as muskets, and their fire was comparable to shotguns, but with even greater power. Soon, the tunnel in front of the slope was filled with corpses of Qing soldiers, and blood was flowing everywhere.

"Clear up the bodies down there!! Don't let them pile up! Someone!!"

The officers were desperately giving orders, and everyone was doing his own job, while the Qing army's line was getting closer and closer.

"Tell the higher-ups that we need support here! Send a batch of grenades as soon as possible!!"

Seeing more and more people gathering, the platoon leader felt something was not right and immediately began to pass orders to the messenger.

"No, your reinforcements have arrived, boys."

After putting away the ammunition belt and pulling the bolt, M2HB quickly walked to the side of the triangle bunker and started firing the machine gun. The recoil of the . machine gun seemed to be nothing in her hands. She was a true American superman.

The MG4 over there also shows Aryan's true colors, but because its gun caliber is much smaller, it does not look as outrageous as the M2HB.

Two machine guns fired crosswise at two different bastions, and the crossfire enveloped the entire Qing army line. As soon as the two guns came into contact, a scene that shocked the Qing army suddenly appeared.

Bullet shells as thick as sausages splashed out and kept falling. The .50 bullets with huge kinetic energy turned into a cloud of blood mist when they hit the Qing army. The fierce gunfire slowed down the Qing army's forward momentum, or should I say momentum, caused a large vacuum area to appear in the entire formation of the Qing army. Many Qing soldiers were still charging forward when their comrades around them suddenly turned into a pool of tomato juice, and the next moment when their faces were covered with blood mist, they lost consciousness.

The Qing soldiers who were charging fanatically were instantly sobered up by the death of their comrades in front of them. Their initial sharpness and fierceness were gone, and negative emotions such as fear went straight into their heads. Many of them had slowed down their charge and were considering retreating.

Seeing the most elite warriors of the Bayala Camp of the Eight Banners falling one after another and smelling the strong smell of the warriors' blood, Haning'a's old face kept twitching.

The soldiers in the front began to realize that something was wrong and began to retreat desperately to the rear, especially the Eight Banner Han army in the front row who were serving as cannon fodder. They felt that they were completely exposed to the enemy's guns and seemed likely to become the next pool of red sauce at any time. They instinctively moved backwards, trying to hide behind the Qing soldiers in the back row.

The Qing soldiers in the back row were not fools, so they would not let themselves become the front row. They all retreated. Some smart Qing soldiers directly blocked the gaps left by the Qing soldiers in front of them, and even pushed forward unkindly...

"Push, push, push your mother!"

"If you have the guts, go squeeze over to the Manchurian uncle at the back!"

There were bursts of shouting and cursing coming from the front line of the Qing army. The Eight Banner Han soldiers in the back row kept shouting and pushing at the people in the front who were retreating, for fear that they would become the front row.

At first, the Eight Banner Han army in the front was still squeezing backwards, but when they were scolded by the people behind them, they began to turn around and retreat blatantly. For a while, they were pushing and shoving each other in the front. By the time Haning found out, the whole team in front was already in chaos.

Haninga sent his own Manchu soldiers from the Bordered White Banner to reorganize the troops. After killing some retreating Han soldiers from the Eight Banners, the troops were not reorganized but became more and more chaotic.

"Don't just stand there! Keep shooting! What are you looking at?!"

After a brief moment of daze, the platoon leader looked at his soldier who was still staring blankly with his mouth open, and couldn't help but kick him.

"Drive all these damn Tartars out!"

The same inspiring slogans can sometimes produce very different effects. Liaodong, outside Phoenix City.

The defense of Phoenix City has now entered its fifth day. After several days of cutting the city walls into small pieces, the walls of Phoenix City now look like an abandoned construction site.

The defenders in the city hid behind the abandoned bunkers and trembled. No matter how Harald encouraged them, they refused to go out. They could not forget what they had seen in the battle formation before. It was because they knew what it was that their hearts were filled with fear.

The huge scorpion beast was slaughtering the people brought by Harald in the front at this moment. The machine gun under its body was rapidly increasing the humidity of the air like an efficient juicer. A lot of dark brown blood had been stained on its armor. This scorpion beast alone caused huge casualties to a full 300 Qing troops defending the city. And now it is still alive and well, with corpses lying all over the ground around it.

The six-meter-tall behemoth could not be hacked with a knife or chopped with an axe. The fear it brought to the Qing army was completely incomprehensible to those who had not experienced it personally. The muskets could not hit it, the Shenwei General Cannon only produced a string of sparks, and the Tiger Crouching Cannon was even more terrible.

Holding the longbows in their hands, they hid behind the cover, but could only survive. They knew that the monster knew they were hiding there, and they also knew that the one they were fighting was not a flesh and blood creature, but a monster made entirely of steel. They had to fight desperately with such a ghost thing, and the key was that the thing was very accurate.

In the distance, the dragoons were galloping wildly at the ruins of the city wall, and the background music of "My Favorite Horse!" seemed to ring in my ears. They nimbly crossed the ruins, locating the hidden Qing troops as accurately as catching mice hiding in the corner, and then either trampled them to death with a single claw or strafed them with machine guns.

Harald's eyes were bloodshot as he stood behind the defense line, watching these monsters clearing out the area they had just captured as if they were sweeping it. When he had led his soldiers to fight outside the city before, these were the monsters he had seen. They were cold, ruthless, and without a trace of life. The moment he saw them, Harald felt a chill in his heart, and then, a nightmare began.

He was lucky. A bullet swept through his body and only shattered his shoulder armor, taking away a large piece of flesh. He was then escorted to the rear by his personal guards, but the fate of those soldiers in front could only be described as cruel.

"What on earth is that?"

Volume 335: Chapter Chapter : Victory

Despite encountering desperate resistance from the Qing army, 191 still led his cavalry to completely break through Borg's line. Borg, who was in the center of the formation, began to retreat the moment he saw 191 charging towards him. It can only be said that he was very knowledgeable.

Seeing that the enemy was so cowardly, and that he was not fighting alone and also needed to consider the human soldiers in the rear, 191 did not pursue them further. Instead, after breaking through the formation, he began to retreat with the cavalry.

There was no way to turn back. The cavalry formation lost a quarter of its men in this attack, and that was with the support of long-range firepower and an unparalleled fierce general. The Qing army had extremely rich experience in horse-riding combat, and compared with the Volunteer Army, a new team that had just started cavalry training, the gap in combat effectiveness was not a little bit. They only dared to do this because they had an ultimate tough guy in front of them. Three hundred people broke through the line of three thousand people. It was too much to tell anyone about it.

The cavalry company returned to the fortifications with all their blood and energy under the cover of the volunteer army. A considerable number of the cavalry were completely exhausted and rolled off their horses after entering the city. Fortunately, there were reserve soldiers below who caught them. The logistics staff had already been waiting on the side with stretchers and carried them directly to the medical tent.

After an extremely fierce fight, many cavalry soldiers were covered in blood plasma, but the water quickly evaporated under the scorching sun and in the fierce battle, leaving only a dark brown skin. The wounds on many people's bodies had stuck to their clothes and armor and could only be cut open.

"Hold on, put a stick in his mouth! Some people, hold him down!"

The doctors here were very busy, with one batch after another coming in. Fortunately, a large number of brothel girls trained by Jiang Han before came in handy here. When he just demolished the brothel and rescued these women and girls, Jiang Han encountered considerable resistance. This resistance came not only from those vested interests, but also from the women themselves.

Is it because they are willing to degenerate? Of course not, it is because they are afraid, afraid of the future, afraid of what they will do after losing this guarantee of survival.

Their lives are already miserable, and they have to use their flesh and blood to serve others. This flesh and blood has become their last straw. If they lose this, what else can they do?

Jiang Han did not say much, but directly told them the answer with his actions. They could go into textile industry, teach, or do any industry they wanted to do. The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, but as long as they are willing to change their destiny and willing to be a human being, they will give them a way to go.

In today's Yangzhou City, it can be said that there is a huge job gap, and no matter how many people are needed, there are jobs available.

After cutting open the clothes, several people held down the soldier's limbs tightly. Without time to think carefully, they poured alcohol directly on the wounds. The severe pain made the soldiers twitch all over, and the wooden sticks in their mouths were bitten with deep teeth marks.

"Give me the knife!"

An arrow had pierced into the soldier's body. The specifications of the Qing army's arrowheads were very complicated, and this one was specially used for killing, with a sinister barb on the back. If you want to pull it out, you have to use a knife to expand the wound first, otherwise pulling it out directly will bring out a large piece of flesh and blood.

The knives in the wounded camp have all been boiled in water. Several large pots outside the camp are constantly boiling hot water. After being disinfected with boiling water, they are soaked in alcohol again. This is an iron order issued by Jiang Han. Anyone who violates the rules is playing with human lives. You should quit this job and go to the cell to reflect on yourself.

"General, are you injured? Do you need help with your armor?"

191's performance in these battles can be said to be obvious to all. The value of this ultimate great father has been increasing with the continuous legend of the people. Now many people in Yangzhou City know that their camp has produced an ultimate general who is better than Lu Bu and not inferior to Overlord. It is as easy as taking something out of a sack for him to take the heads of enemy generals from among thousands of troops. His silver armor and white robe are so cool that he has become the object of imitation for many children in Yangzhou.

"No need... I'll just go back and take care of it. My horse is injured. Can it be treated?"

191 asked slowly, lowering his voice.

"Yes, of course! Someone, come! Take the general's horse to the stable!"

191 went to the base for maintenance. He would need to go out on the field next, so he had to ensure he was in the best condition.

The cavalry's battle was over, but the battle of others continued. After the cavalry successfully broke through the Borg's line, the entire Borg camp was completely disconnected. This node was fleeting, but for an excellent tactical master, it was easy to seize it.

Now is the time to open the wound.

"Mortar!! Coordinates 740, fire coverage, widen their gap!! Let the troops on the east surround them!!"

The heavy armored troops that had been silent for a long time finally came on the scene at this moment and quickly began to play their role. The whistling mortar shells slammed heavily on the gap that 191 had just torn open. The flying metal fragments tore the surrounding flesh and blocked the Qing army in the rear from moving forward.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep—!”

"Charge! Kill the slaves!!"

As the horn representing the general attack sounded, the volunteer soldiers climbed out of the trenches one after another, raised their spears, and rushed towards the Qing army camp.

They were in teams of three, and after shooting they reloaded on the spot, while the rest of their comrades rushed forward quickly. There was a port under the muzzle of the Volunteer's flintlock rifle, which could be used to insert a bayonet for hand-to-hand combat. The Volunteers used paper-loaded bullets, which were carried in a bag at their side. Each person had about 50 rounds of bullets, which sounded like a small number. In fact, without the technological innovation of gunpowder and bullets, these paper-loaded bullets were quite large in both size and weight, and considering the production issue, this amount was already the maximum. You know, when the predecessors were fighting, each person was rationed with less than seven rounds!

Up to now, the volunteers have basically used up their bullets. After a few more rounds of shooting, they will be completely exhausted. Then, it will be hand-to-hand combat.

But by this time, the courage of the Qing army was exhausted before the bullets of the Volunteers. After being defeated by unparalleled generals, covered by firepower, targeted by bullets, bombed by explosives, and smashed to death by a madman with the bodies of their own comrades, the spirit of the Qing army had already reached its limit. The charge of the Volunteers was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore!!!"

The composition of Borg's troops was not that pure, or rather, the composition of all Qing troops was not pure. Although the Qing army claimed to have an army of 200,000, among them, the real Qing banners only accounted for about 20%, and the vast majority of the rest were Han bannermen. At the beginning, Huang Taiji boasted that if the Eight Banners had less than 10,000, they would be invincible if they had more than 10,000. In fact, he was right, because the number of Eight Banners soldiers was really small.

These soldiers, who were originally capitulators, only bullied the weak and feared the strong, and only picked on the weak. Now that they have hit such a hard wall, they had long wanted to retreat, but everything that happened before happened too fast, leaving them no time to think. Now, their emotions have finally exploded, and they don't want to fight anymore.

The Qing troops in the front began to flee desperately. They ran backwards madly, waving their long swords and attacking anything that blocked their escape. Once there was one, there would be a second one. Courage is contagious, and so is fear. It spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The entire Qing army's front defense line began to retreat rapidly. No matter how the Eight Banners generals in the rear scolded them, it was of no avail. Even if they ordered a group to be killed, the next group would come. Everything was irreversible.

"Eh Jin! What should I do?!"

Seeing the battle situation ahead become like this, several princes turned around anxiously.

"Everyone stay calm, send out the shield carts to stop the bandit army, notify Dodo and Borg and ask them to organize the troops. If they can't handle it well, I will take their heads!"

The Qing army's shield cart was made up of two layers of wooden boards, two layers of sand, and two layers of quilts. The shield cart was one of the most important combat equipment of the Qing army in the late Ming Dynasty, and combat was mainly advanced by the shield cart.