Indeed, the god of war can't bear it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Peter the Great has fallen into the sand, what is a mere Prince Eugen?

While the Ming army swept through Sicily and bomber groups continued to take off from the airfields here to rain bombs on Rome, the Ming army in the Balkans completed the annexation of the entire Ottoman Empire, and the 200,000-strong army pressed to the Austrian border. Of course, at this time, the Austrian border was in the original historical and modern central Serbia, as well as the southern line of Bosnia and Herzegovina, and the strategic core was Belgrade and Sarajevo, and the headquarters of Prince Eugen's HRLA coalition was in Belgrade. Another 200,000 Ming troops pressed into the mountains of eastern Bulgaria, in addition to an army group, plus nearly 100,000 servant troops entered Transylvania from the east to look at the Hungarian plain, and an L-shaped semi-encirclement formation against Austria was completed.

All that remains is to wait for Emperor Yang's order.

Fortunately, Emperor Yang did not make them wait too long, and just as the winter passed and the Danube began to thaw, Emperor Yang ordered the Ming army to march towards the Holy Roman Empire on the grounds that Emperor Charles VI of the HRE Emperor refused to eradicate the Xie religion and was willing to fall into contempt for the gods. Then the entire 600,000 troops that had been deployed in place were like a torrent bursting into Austria, although the HRE coalition army under the personal command of Prince Eugen fought bloodily, but the gap in strength was not something he could make up for in his personal command ability, and soon the outer defense line was broken one after another, and only a month later, Belgrade was surrounded by the Ming army.

And then......

And then there is a wood.

Because the Ming army's river fleet drove through Wallachia, those terrifying five-inch naval guns easily destroyed the defense line of the HRE coalition army, and also smashed the castle of Belgrade, including Prince Eugen himself as a prisoner of the Ming army.

"The blue Danube!"

Standing on the ruins of Belgrade, Emperor Yang looked at the rushing river in front of him and sighed for a moment, then said: "Don't change its name, let's continue to call it the Danube!" ”

"Honor!"

The attendant hurriedly said.

The Ming Dynasty immediately changed the name of the local mountains, rivers, cities, and villages to the next place, and even the place names had to be Mingized, and those messy alien names could not continue to be used, and the names of the Tang Dynasty could not be used as a basis before, but they all hit the Danube, and there would be no basis for the designation. So it's all given by a special map editing committee, because there are too many things that need to be called, and those editorial and review members don't really take it seriously, so many names are repeated, of course, even if they are repetitive, they have to be changed to Chinese, but since this Danube is a special decree of the emperor, then it will be retained, anyway, this name is not bad!

In this way, the name Danube became a rare thing in Yang Feng's incinerator, and of course, no one knows the ultimate source of this name after hundreds of years.

"Your Majesty, Prince Eugen has brought it."

One of the attendants said.

Yang Feng raised his head and looked to his right, the captured Prince Eugen was standing there looking at him expressionlessly, this Austrian god of war did not live up to his illustrious reputation, the Belgrade defenders under his command caused the worst losses in the history of the Ming army, with more than 10,000 casualties, and two brigade commanders were killed, if it were not for the heavy artillery of the river fleet, it was estimated that it would be difficult for the Ming army to conquer the city at this time, and Yang Feng could already be amazed to be able to do this.

Yang Feng pulled out his pistol.

This is actually a Browning, and now the senior officers of the Ming army no longer wear revolvers, after all, there are very few cases where senior officers are required to be on the battlefield in person, and the guns are just a status symbol, so they have been replaced with this more beautiful new pistol, although Yang Feng does not need this thing, but as the emperor of the imperial conquest, he still has to wear it as a decoration.

"Give him self-killing!"

Yang Feng handed it to the attendant and said.

The squire quickly took it, loaded the bullet first, and then handed it to Prince Eugen, who held it in his hand and looked at it curiously, and although no one explained it to him, he knew very well what it was for, he put the muzzle of the gun to his head, and then slowly pulled the trigger with a wry smile......

Suddenly, he turned his hand, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Yang Feng and pulled the trigger without hesitation, in an exclamation, the bullet instantly came out of the gun, but unfortunately from the moment it was discharged, it became a strange slow motion, the bullet's warhead rotated in the air at a speed of one kilometer per hour and flew slowly, and after flying out of a distance of about half a meter, it fell towards the ground at an even slower speed, like a feather that refused to fall in the wind.

"I just wanted to see if you were like the legend."

Prince Eugen said with a shrug.

Then he pulled the sleeve as fast as he could, like the squire just now, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Humph!"

Yang Feng snorted dissatisfied.

"This man is the most vicious offender, although he has been ambushed, but his crime should be crushed and ashes, his subordinates should be sat down, and all the Austrian troops captured in Belgrade will be executed!"

Chen Lie, who was accompanying him, immediately said.

"Yes!"

The commander of the group army on the side immediately saluted and said.

In this way, the 20,000 Austrian troops captured in Belgrade became the impulsive burial objects of Prince Eugen.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm going to Vienna!"

Yang Feng said.

Just as he was saying this, on the dock on the east bank of the Sava River, a river transport ship docked, and the cranes on the ships were lifting a strangely shaped steel monster to the shore, this thing is like the crawler bulldozer that is now common in the Ming Dynasty, using two tracks, riveted out of the square body of steel plates, and a round turret with an open top, but it is not equipped with cannons, but it is equipped with two latest large-caliber machine guns, like twin cannons in front.

Uh, it's a tank.

This is the latest weapon of the Ming Dynasty, and it is currently only in service with the Dragoon Guards, which is actually Yang Feng's copy of Vickers.

The Ming army didn't need tanks, but Yang Feng had to let the Ming army enter the armored era, so he simply used the dragoon guards as an experiment, anyway, after he abdicated, this exclusive guard also needed to be relocated, and simply turned them into the first armored force of the Ming Dynasty. This time, he equipped the Dragoon Guards with a total of sixty tanks, all of which were ultra-light tanks called Type 1 tanks, and in the current state of European roads, it made no sense for him to build heavier tanks, which would directly crush all the bridges in Europe. This kind of small tank that has actually been reduced by him has lost weight, only less than ten tons of Daming standard is undoubtedly the most suitable, and with the current technical level of Daming, it is impossible to ensure mobility if it is heavier, in fact, if it is not an aesthetic problem, he wants to simply make small bean bags.

Sixty combat vehicles were quickly unloaded on the dock, and dozens of half-track armored vehicles were also unloaded, similar in appearance to the American-made M2, but lighter than the M2, after all, this thing was not resisted by armor bullets, and the armor could be as thin as it could be. In addition, there were a large number of three-wheeled automatic vehicles, known as sidecar motorcycles, and a motorized army was formed, and the dragoon guards, who had been wearing plate armor and riding war horses, drove these mechanical mounts to roll forward on the plains of Central Europe on the Danube.

And among them was the special car of His Majesty the Emperor.

The same half-track.

It's just that this half-track car has been specially modified, and a large carriage is specially made behind it, and the throne is placed in the carriage, and even equipped with air conditioning, and Emperor Yang sits on this throne, with kneeling and waiting maids on both sides, and then kills north along the Danube into Hungary. Around him were more than 200,000 Ming cavalry, building bridges and roads to clear the guerrillas, in short, everything that displeased him before he arrived, including blasting the churches.

He would go on like this, along the Danube to Vienna, and from Vienna to Paris, and from Paris to Calais, through all of Central and Western Europe, and in this way complete his conquest of Europe.

On the same day that he set out from Belgrade, army groups on the left and right swept forward the Czech Republic and the northeastern Balkans, respectively, because of the total annihilation of Prince Eugen's army, and by this time the HRE states were no longer able to organize enough troops to conduct a large-scale campaign. All they can do is resign themselves to fate, in fact, at this time, those monarchs are resigned to fate, and what is really resisting the Ming army is the guerrillas organized by those churches and churches in various places, after all, the monarchs can surrender, but the church cannot surrender.

The demon won't let them go.

"This demon!"

In the ruins of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican, Clement XII looked sadly at the sky above him, where hundreds of demons were flying away.

For four months from the first time they arrived, they came to visit almost once or twice a week, and each time more than the last, and of course, more and more bombs dropped. Not only the Vatican, but the whole of Rome was the target of their indiscriminate bombardment, in four months they destroyed a great city, in four months they dropped countless bombs, in their bombardment, the Lateran Palace was reduced to ruins, the Pantheon was reduced to rubble, the Vatican was in rubble, all the glory and glory of the city were shattered in the bombs, countless inhabitants died in the bombing, and now all the living ones have run away.

"God, how long are you going to wait?"

Clement XII looked up to the sky in sorrow and howled.

Of course, God certainly doesn't hear him.

He sat there dejectedly, there was no one around except the dead body, not only the inhabitants of Rome had run out, but even the Vatican priests had run out, because at this time the Ming army had landed in the south and was sweeping the Apennine Peninsula like a torrent, and those clergymen were brave enough to go to war, and as for the timid and undetermined will, they simply swept away the gold and silver in the church at this time, and then changed into civilian clothes and ran away.

The Vatican, once the soul of Europe, has actually become an empty city, and only he, the Pope, is still alone in the ruins, waiting for a fantasy miracle to happen.

However, the miracle did not happen.

Even though the Vatican was completely razed, God did not manifest himself, and he did not see miracles like those legendary saints.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

In front of him, a towering golden canopy stood majestically, reflecting the brilliant light in the sunlight, and looking so dazzling and striking among the boundless ruins and rubble.

This is the canopy of the altar of St. Peter's tomb, a bronze gilded canopy built by the master artist Bernini, which is the centerpiece of the entire church, and below it is the tomb of St. Peter, also known as St. Peter, whose heir is legally the Pope. The fact that the canopy wasn't blown up was a complete miracle, at least that's what Clement XII thought, and he was so excited that he pounced on the glorious canopy, as if he had seen St. Peter crawl out of the ground and lead him to fight back and send the demon to hell.

"Lord, you have not forsaken us!"

Clement XII muttered excitedly as he crawled.

Soon he climbed up to the canopy, and he found that it was not only not blown up, it could even be said to be unscathed, but it was covered with some dust on the surface, but there was not even a scratch on it, just as it had been in the past when it was protected by the towering dome, and it still emitted divine light.

"Signs, miracles, God has appeared!"

Clement XII fell to his knees in front of the canopy in excitement, trembling and holding his cross, and reverently confessed to God what he had just questioned God, but it was at this moment that a strange thing appeared in his vision. It was a black cylinder, as thick as a small bucket, deep in the ruins at one end, with four iron sheets at the exposed end, and some strange characters on it, which looked extremely ugly, especially since it was tied in front of the canopy, which was completely inconsistent with the latter's glorious and sacred temperament.

He looked at the thing with disgust.

Then he grabbed the iron piece of its tail and pulled it aside, but found it heavy, but it didn't matter, for he could barely drag it, but he had to pull it out of the rubble first. His Majesty the Pope, who was already a young man, was driven by the power of faith, shouted and shook it violently, and the thing began to move, and he shouted again and dragged it outward with all his might, and the thing finally dragged out a little.

But it was then that he felt something inside move violently, and then a small copper thing on his tail spun rapidly.

His Majesty the Pope bowed his head curiously.

Suddenly, the little thing stopped, and the next moment his world was red.