The self-proclaimed king of trench warfare in the Far East, hoping to recreate the elite of the Manchu people's glorious two yellow banners, the yellow flags that have not been defeated in trench warfare for decades, and the last glory of the heavy infantry in the era of machine guns and artillery...... Just like that, in front of the tank, it was wiped out. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The commander with the yellow flag finally rushed to the front of the Praetorian Guard tank surrounded by his cronies, and the steel knife in his hand slashed into the tank's track chain with great force, splashing only a dazzling spark. Then the poor man's eyes widened in disbelief in front of the advancing tank.

The heavy fender at the front of the tank hull hit his chest as he froze in place, and the forward force of the ten-ton hull was like a heavy punch, knocking him directly to the ground. He tried to roll, but because of the heavy armor on his body, he was half a beat slower, and his foot was crushed into the dirt by the tank tracks.

"Ahh The huge pain made the tall and strong Manchu most brave "Baturu" involuntarily let out a miserable scream. Unfortunately, all of his men and cronies fell on the way to attack, and the last few people were also beaten into honeycomb coal by machine guns and fell into the distance, so even though his screaming voice was so painful, no one came to pull him.

The tracks of the tank first devoured one of his legs, and then crushed his waist, and the Manchurian Baturu, who had been sealed by Ye Hehaolian, cracked the corners of his eyes because of the pain, his fingers digging into the dirt, and his nails were broken because of the excessive force. Fortunately, the painful process was not too long, and when his face turned red and he wanted to scream a second scream, he could only spit blood from his mouth, unable to breathe from his flattened lungs.

The tracks of the tank quickly ran over his head and crushed the slick head. For the members of the tank, they couldn't tell if the vehicle was shaking or tilting, because they had to crush various unidentified objects such as corpses and sandbags in almost every battle.

The first batch of tanks originally designed to have various minor problems in the shock absorption system, the biggest problem is that the ability to filter vibration is very limited, so after a long period of destruction, the soldiers driving the No. 1 tank have become accustomed to the feeling of bumps, and do not care about what they have run over.

The soldiers of the Jin Kingdom, who were originally following behind the Braided Army, were once again exposed to the attack of the Praetorian Guard tanks and a large number of Ming infantry after a short period of ten minutes. They didn't have armor on their bodies, nor did they have the courage of the real Manchus to fight to the death, so the morale that had only relied on the support of the pigtailed army fell back to the bottom in an instant.

The poor young Jin soldiers followed behind the pigtail army just now, and the one who killed the Ming army was very happy, and now the pigtail army that was leaned on as a barrier by the rebels collapsed, and he once again needed to face the tanks and infantry of the Ming Empire by himself.

The submachine gunners of the Ming Empire once again exerted their might, they burst out with super attack power in the trenches and nearby positions, and the craters burst out, the rebel soldiers fell one after another, most of the soldiers were defeated, and the few stubborn ones were wiped out by the Ming army in only an instant.

When the young soldier pulled the bolt again, his comrades were knocked to the ground by stray bullets from the Ming army. He looked at the hapless guy as he reloaded, only to see corpses all he could see out of the corner of his eye.

The position under his feet had become muddy because of too much blood and minced meat. The soldier of the Jin Kingdom subconsciously took half a step back, but was tripped and stumbled by half an arm protruding from the pile of dead people behind him. He finally managed to gain his footing, and a huge black shadow loomed behind him like a dark cloud.

He looked back and wanted to take a look, and saw two tracks that were constantly churning and rolling, and a heavy chassis made of steel plates, as if Tarzan was crushing against him. The young Jin soldier was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly hugged the steel helmet above his head and lay down in a corpse.

The tank's tracks had extended nearly a meter and a half over his head before hitting the pit wall on the other side of the trench. Then the tracks, which had fallen by gravity, were only a few centimeters above the head of the young soldier of the Jin Kingdom, who had been nearly crushed to death, and continued to roll forward until they crossed the trench and carried the tank hull on it.

The young soldier of the Jin Kingdom picked up his rifle from his side, and finally loaded the bullet, he found that not far from his side, more than a dozen Ming soldiers were firing into the distance, and he didn't seem to find that there was a fish that slipped through the net.

So he subconsciously wanted to pick up his weapon and fire, but found that his hand was trembling and there was no way to aim. It was very natural to give up the intention of attacking the enemy, and now the only thought left in the young man's mind after seeing the oppression of the tank up close was to surrender or flee.

Countless small pamphlets were distributed within the Jin army, using the facts of the Ming Dynasty's external expansion in history to exaggerate the brutality of the Ming army. On more than one occasion, the young soldiers had heard their commanders speak of the Ming army's mistreatment of their captives for the pleasure of killing Jin captives, throwing them into the mines and digging until they died......

Thinking of the treatment after surrender that frightened him, he decided to try to escape first. So he quietly turned around, hoping to find a route for him to escape. He saw the tail of the tank that had just run over his head, and a light black smoke was emitting not far away, and he saw that behind the other tank, followed by a dozen cautious Ming soldiers, they dodged the tracer bullets fired from the opposite side, and tried to follow the tank to find cover for themselves.

Obviously, it is not very safe to jump out of the trench and escape, even if it is not discovered and killed by the Ming soldiers, it will be killed by the friendly troops on the opposite side, who are already desperate to distinguish between friend and foe. The young Jin soldiers decided to try their luck by fleeing along the trench to the other end.

Thinking of this, he took his weapon, adjusted his posture, and just took a step out, he was hit in the back by a bullet flying from behind him. Reluctantly, he turned around and saw a Ming soldier kneeling on one knee in the trench with a rifle, pulling the bolt to load a new bullet.

"Phew!" He saw a faint glow from the muzzle of the gun on the other side, and then he felt a punch in his chest, and as he lay down on his back, he heard the sound of a gunshot, and then the eternal darkness struck. (To be continued.) )