"Blow them up for me!" Lu Mingsheng, who was wearing only one leather boot, hissed as hard as he could at the artillerymen who were hoeing on the ground and deploying the gun position. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info He can't wait to blast the bastards into the sky with a cannon that has brought him the humiliation of a lifetime.

Although it is said that there is a cannon, it cannot be a heavy artillery due to environmental constraints. Even if the family consortium can get it, it can't be transported into the imperial capital, this is the imperial capital after all.

What they sent was nothing more than the most common 75mm infantry guns. However, this is already the most powerful weapon on the battlefield, and it is perfect for dealing with a group of soldiers armed with light weapons. The title of King of Artillery and Land Warfare has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Even light infantry guns need time to deploy their guns and prepare them for firing. And Lu Ming, who was anxious on the side, felt that his mouth was dry and full of fire, and he watched those artillerymen slowly making preparations before shooting, and suddenly became anxious.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! Lu Ming, who had blistered at the corners of his mouth, couldn't care about the slightest chill of the ice and snow on the ground, and ran to the artillery position to keep urging the progress of the artillerymen. Just as an artilleryman carrying a cannonball walked past him, he immediately raised his foot and kicked the soldier carrying the cannonball.

"Ahh The soldier was kicked in the cold, and immediately stumbled, and a 75-mm shell in his hand fell to the ground. It can be regarded as Lu Ming and this soldier's bad luck, after the shell landed, it rolled over and smashed on Lu Ming's foot, which was not wearing shoes.

That's an artillery shell, and the weight of a single shell for a 75-mm gun is about eight kilograms. Moreover, Lu Ming also ran away with a shoe in the previous battle. It's just that the feet in socks were smashed by more than a dozen catties of metal in this cold season, and the feeling can be imagined.

"Ah~~~" A terrible howl like a ghost scream came out of Lu Ming's mouth, and he immediately fell to the ground, holding his feet with both hands and howling bitterly. The whole face was paler than the snow on the ground. The surface of the foot that was hit quickly swelled black and bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bastard !!" After being helped up by the subordinates who rushed over, Lu Ming, who endured the piercing pain, and his whole face was hideous like a demon because of pain and anger and other complex emotions, suddenly pulled out the matching gun from the waist of his subordinates, and then pointed at the soldier with a bewildered expression.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ~~~" The furious Lu Ming shot at the soldier fiercely, even if the soldier had fallen to the ground and was bleeding profusely, he had no intention of stopping, until all the guns and bullets in his hand were gone. 'Click, click. The sound of the empty shell was so harsh at this time.

"Damn it!" He smashed the depleted pistol into the soldier lying in a pool of blood on the ground. Lu Ming, who was full of anger, gasped heavily, he felt that he was really unlucky today, and any kind of small fish and shrimp could bring him trouble. After letting out a long breath, Lu Ming looked at the mercenaries around him with a sad and angry expression, "All TMD work for me!" Fast! ”

Although they are sad about the death of rabbits and foxes, they are just a group of mercenaries who take money to sell their lives after all. Even if there is a lament in the heart, no one dares to stand up for the dead soldiers, this is the power of power.

If this kind of thing happens to the regular army, with the strength of the Ming Army, it will inevitably be a melee. But if you were a mercenary, there would be no one to collect the soldier's body at the moment. From time to time, many mercenaries glanced at Lu Ming, who was standing on the side and jumping to his feet, out of the corner of his eye.

Under the threat of death, the artillerymen quickly set up their positions, and at the same time began to mark the firing elements and rulers, reload the shells and wait for the order to fire.

Lu Ming, who endured the pain in his feet and leaned on his subordinates to receive emergency treatment from the conscripts, gritted his teeth, his forehead was full of sweat, and he shouted at the artillerymen, "Fire me!" Fire! Fire! ”

The hideous-faced Lu Ming looked at the train station in the distance with hope, waiting to see those damn soldiers torn to pieces by the ferocious artillery fire. But at this moment, there was a loud and strange sound of tooth-aching metal tracks crushing the ground in the distance.

"What's going on?" Lu Ming raised his neck in surprise, his slender and straight figure allowed him to see farther than others. Suddenly, Lu Ming's bloodshot eyes were as huge as copper bells, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Wiping his eyes vigorously, he didn't see that three huge tanks suddenly rushed out of the dilapidated station!

This tank is familiar to all the people present, and their photos have been published in almost all newspapers throughout the Ming Dynasty. That is the Ming army galloping on the battlefield, invincible across the invincible latest invincible tank, Tiger!

"How is that possible?!" I watched several Tiger tanks rush out of the waiting hall with thick black smoke spewed out, crushing the ground and rumbling out. Lu Ming muttered to himself dumbfounded: "How can this be? ”

Zhang Cheng's chariot unit transferred from his factory has arrived!

The Tiger tanks drove straight onto the platform from a specially built flatbed truck, then smashed through the doors and windows of the waiting hall and rumbled out of the train station. In the face of this kind of absolute monster, those mercenaries under Lu Ming have no ability to fight at all!

"Fire! Fire! Lu Ming, who fell into a frenzy, rushed to the side of the gun emplacement, punched and kicked the gunners, and ordered the artillerymen to attack the Tiger tank like a mad tiger.

The artillerymen all looked at Lu Ming with the eyes of a fool. That's a heavy tank! How can the 75-mm infantry guns in their hands deal with such a steel fortress? They don't even have armor-piercing shells!

The hands of the taker are short, and the mouth of the eater is soft. Even though the mercenaries felt that things were extremely ridiculous, they still followed Lu Ming's order and fired high-explosive shells with 75mm infantry guns to attack the heavy tanks.

There were far more than three tanks coming out of the railway station, and one after another tanks came out of the station. The first thing they did was to target the dozen or so armored vehicles that had stopped and were even desperately reversing. Armored forces prefer to strike armored targets, which is an iron law in the code of operations.

The mercenaries in armored vehicles felt like they were going crazy. The intelligence clearly said that it was to deal with a group of light infantry, how did you become a heavy tank after coming here?! Who's kidding this?

The comparison between the 20mm machine guns and the MG42 machine guns and the Tiger on their armored vehicles is nothing more than a tickle. And it was so fast before, and the distance was so close, it was simply taken the initiative to send it to the door to feed meat to others.

The Tiger Pilots didn't care about the mercenaries' devastated bodies and minds. They quickly adjusted the firing angle of the turret and immediately shot out the heavy armor-piercing projectiles!

The drivers of the Tiger are all commissioners in the factory, and there are no problems driving the tank. Although shooting training is rarely conducted, at such a close distance at the moment, there is a high chance that no matter how bad the technique is, there is a high chance of hitting.

Three armor-piercing rounds in the first round hit one shot. An armored vehicle that was reversing rapidly was instantly penetrated, and then a fire broke out and exploded violently, and soon stopped with thick black smoke and fire.

When the first three tanks drove up to the square in front of the station, more tanks rushed out from behind. Then intensive shelling began.

With the terrifying rumble of artillery, more than a dozen unlucky armored vehicles were all destroyed in a short period of time, turning them into piles of burning ruins.

At the same time as the shelling, the coaxial machine guns on the Tiger were not idle. Long chains of tracer bullets swept across the square in front of the station, knocking the mercenaries to the ground one by one. The ground covered in ice and snow was soon stained with bright red flowers by warm blood.

The square in front of the station was littered with severed limbs, damaged and abandoned weapons, blazing vehicles, screaming and wailing wounded, and blood everywhere!

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a Tiger tank in front of it was hit directly by a high-explosive shell on its front armor, and the huge impact damaged some of the vehicle-mounted sighting equipment, and also made the crew members dizzy.

High-explosive shells have low contacts and are definitely not ejected by thick armor like armor-piercing shells. High-explosive shells explode as soon as they are touched, and although they cannot destroy tanks or penetrate armor, violent explosions can still cause a certain impact on crew members.

The ferocious 75-mm infantry guns quickly attracted the attention of the Tigers. The heavy tanks quickly abandoned other targets and began to turn their turrets to point their black holes at the guns in the distance.

"Run!" The mercenaries are not stupid, they are all retired soldiers, and they have all seen the power of the Tiger tank when they were in the army. When they saw the tanks pointing their guns at their side, they all shouted and fled in all directions.

It's not a matter of courage anymore. The infantry guns operated by these artillery units were simply not capable of fighting heavy tanks. Even if it is barely supported, it is just a waste of death. What's more, they're just a bunch of mercenaries who get paid to do things.

These mercenaries don't want to run out of money when someone dies.

"Bastard! Give me all back! Don't run! Lu Ming, who was holding a pistol, jumped like thunder, and kept shooting and knocked the fleeing mercenary to the ground.

It was at this time that a shell hit an infantry gun near him. The huge impact of the explosion immediately shook Lu Ming away.

Lu Ming, who had been blown up by shrapnel and had a lot of blood on his body, was lying on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes were dizzy, and a huge buzzing sound sounded in his ears. Tremblingly, he raised his hand and tried to shoot the fleeing mercenary beside him, but was shot in the chest by a passing mercenary with a pistol equipped with it.

Ming Gongzi, who was famous in the imperial capital, lay on his back on the ground, staring at the blue sky with blank eyes, and then exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity.

A brutal battle that swept the entire imperial capital officially began. (To be continued.) )