Chapter 673: The Dust of the Times (Thank you for the 7,500 starting coins from Chang'an)

The infrastructure capacity of the Ansars was not bad in this era.

Twenty years ago, Chicago had a good railroad to Detroit and Cleveland, which in turn connected New York, Boston, Washington, and other cities on the East Coast.

This is one of the foundations of Chicago's ability to become an industrial city.

However, just like the De San with a full level of infrastructure, after the Soviet-American mechanized corps pushed it into its territory, the marching speed was thousands of miles a day, and this railway was also used by the Ming side.

After eight weeks of shelling and air raids, seventeen or eighteen white flags erected at the head of Chicago were blown off, and the eastward armored train took advantage of the morning fog to slowly start again.

This time, the boys of the 27th Division finally had a place to use.

"The machine gun platoon, the machine gun platoon is scattered, one platoon into one wagon! Carry six base ammunition with the car. โ€

Liang Weixian stood on the platform and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, for fear that the machine gun platoon would be like before, and everyone would be concentrated in one carriage.

The German eight-year-old squad machine gun was very coarse by the standards of later generations, and it was not much more advanced than the Maxim improvement of the British.

But if the British commander in the city heard that the Ming Division B actually had such a thing as a squad machine gun, as well as a machine gun platoon, and could even carry six base ammunition, they would definitely choose to make the nineteenth white flag overnight.

It's a pity that even so, the fate that awaits this white flag is still to be blown up.

Daming was indeed ready to accept surrender this time, but it was not to this extent.

If you don't surrender completely, you don't surrender completely.

Since it does not surrender, it must be destroyed!

According to the order of the division headquarters, the machine gun platoon was dispersed into the car, and then the machine guns were set up, and the muzzles of the black holes were turned outward to the left and right to provide fire cover for the assault infantry.

Looking at the hideous armor on the Dongchu and the barrel of the gun sticking out like a hedgehog thorn, Liang Weixian said to Yang Tiezhu beside him:

"Lao Yang, the Railway Corps built the railroad last night at night, and those white bandits probably never dreamed that our final general attack would enter Chicago from the railroad tracks."

"Of course!"

Yang Tiezhu said with emotion: "Long live how much work and how much money did you spend in order to reduce casualties!" I estimate that there will be no more than 500 comrades-in-arms sacrificed in the entire Battle of the Five Lakes, 50,000 against 250,000. โ€

"I'm Ming - invincible in the world!"

Liang Weixian sighed sincerely.

Zhang Liaowen is far away, and Yaojin is just so majestic.

What's more, Zhang Wenyuan's victory is indispensable because of the right time, place and people, as well as the opponent.

And the victory of Long Live Lord is foreseeable to be universal and replicable.

It's just that the cost is a bit distressing.

Indeed, such small casualties were something that no one expected before the war.

Even the 5 million Ming Yuan martyrs' pension prepared by the Ministry of War in advance could not be used, and was finally forced to transfer to the Ministry of Industry to pay the arrears of railroad tracks, sleepers, cement and other materials on credit.

It is said that the internal funds of the Long Live Lord also subsidized millions of Ming Yuan to smooth out this hole.

Inside and out, it is nearly 10 million Ming Yuan!

When the battle is fought like this, the soldiers must have earned, and the enemy did not lose, and it was certainly more comfortable to die under the shells than to die under the bullets and bayonets.

Hey, it's not easy!

After this war is over, Long Live Lord may have to lose so much that he can only take the bus.

The sight of the Long Live Lord's family cutting down on food and clothing and supporting artillery shells for the front line made all the officers present cry.

With such a saint, how can the three armies not be killed, and how can the Ming Dynasty not be revived?

For the sake of His Majesty - Kill!

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As the East Exit burst through the thick fog formed by the moisture on the surface of the lake, the sound of the whistle woke up the Chicago City Guards who were resting in the ruins of the city.

"Could it be that reinforcements from Montreal have arrived? Is it finally possible to get supplies from New York? โ€

Not only the city defense army with gray faces, but also the women and children who were hungry and cold were also looking forward to it.

Before the Ming army besieged Chicago, the metropolis had prepared some food.

However, with the supply lines completely cut off, and it is unknown when they will be restored, rationing has long been implemented in the city.

Food and meat were all limited for the officers, the wealthy and the stranded capitalists, followed by the soldiers, women and children, and civilians who received only a pitiful amount of food.

Since last week, the rat infestation that has plagued Chicago for years has been resolved.

Rats are taken out of their burrows by hungry people to make roasted meat and even sashimi to fill their stomachs.

The price was that the plague began to spread through the city.

Nowadays, listening to the familiar roar of the train from far and near, people are looking forward to it.

"Fuck off, smelling fellows, this is Mr. Daniel Gilbert, who has a stake in the Chicago Railroad Authority, and deserves to enjoy the supplies in advance!"

Under the collapse of order, the poor still do not take advantage of it, and the rich who collude with the military still have a firm grip on resources.

It's just that the continuous shelling and bombing of the Ming Dynasty also blew these upper-class societies into primitive societies, and they had to go down in person to compete for that little bit of pitiful resources.

Chicago's military officers and wealthy people certainly thought about the Ming army entering the city.

But they never thought that the Ming people could build dozens of kilometers of railways overnight, spending hundreds of thousands of pounds, just to let the armored train enter the city, thereby reducing the death of a few big-headed soldiers.

Their most optimistic estimate is that the Chicago City Defense will only cause about 2,000 casualties among the Ming army.

With 2,000 lives and hundreds of thousands of pounds, this math problem is simply an open-book exam.

They rushed to the train station in high spirits, waiting for supplies from the East Coast.

However, what awaits them is not the East Coast cuisine, but the traditional cuisine of the Ming Dynasty - fried peanuts!

Like a train from hell, the Toide roared and rained down with almost frantic firepower.

The boys of the 27th Division jumped off the train and quickly annihilated the enemy stronghold according to the map of the city drawn by aerial photographs.

"Do a good job of isolation and protection, and beware of epidemic infection!"

"If there is an epidemic, kill it on the spot, and notify the medical team to disinfect!"

"Pay attention to cover, turn on the hypothetical principle!"

"Don't think women and children are not a threat! His Majesty the Emperor has done his best for the sake of everyone's lives, and you must not take it lightly and let Your Majesty's hard work go to waste! โ€

The hygienists and the imperial trainers at all levels held loudspeakers and repeatedly emphasized combat discipline to avoid unnecessary casualties.

The white hounds lurking in the city have marked the walls of the streets with as many special markings as possible.

But you can't bet all of your bets on it.

Before the battle is completely over, it must be assumed that all those who appear in sight are enemies, this is the bloody lesson that the Ming learned in the liberation of the cities of Yindi.

At the same time, the fighters also began to order the enemy to surrender in bulk English, in accordance with the requirements of the "White Bandit Extermination Manual".

"Dong Te Muwu, Concave You Wei Er Bi Kaier!"

"Levot fattened and concave Gusoft De! Ace Poof! Welding wire poof! โ€

The scrawny old white men were tied up by the soldiers with ropes, and the women did not have any preferential treatment for the time being, but also had their left face close to the ground, their buttocks raised, their hands raised backwards, tied with nylon ropes, and pasted with number plates.

In order to fulfill the ambition of 3 million kilometers of railway, the empire needs these captives.

With the Chu Army and the Northern Division of the Shenzhou Army expanding the battle line to Xianbeilia, a northern railway from Vladivostok through Andong Duhufu, Heishui Duhufu, Beiting Duhufu, and finally to Xianbei's hometown is also on the planned agenda.

In addition, Zhu Fugui is also considering the possibility of building the railway to the snowy plateau 130 years in advance.

No matter how optimistic he is, Zhu Fugui feels that he will most likely not be able to do it.

But if you don't force these white slaves, how can you know your limits?

Even if he is making salted fish, Zhu Fugui said that he has to make the most dreamy one.

Therefore, the captives of Chicago were very lucky, they had many opportunities to prove their worth in life, and maybe there was a chance to go down in history, which became the inevitable price of the Ming revival.

Let a grain of ash of the times smash on their heads!

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It's been a week since Chicago was liberated and became the new Lan of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Fugui returned to his loyal Fengdu.

No fighting on the Eastern Front!

With the recovery of Xinlan, the strategic goal of the Battle of the Five Lakes has been achieved, and next, the Ming Dynasty will have to grind for a period of time, and cross it out, which is to enter the strategic contraction period to wait for his allies.

The reason is simple.

If North America is bulldozed in one fell swoop now, won't the Ming Dynasty have to be involved in the European battlefield in advance?

Objectively speaking, the East Asian Monster House is currently in the renovation stage, and it belongs to the East Asian Shake Music, and there is no real opponent who can do it.

Qi Wenchang's most important record so far is that the number of enemies destroyed has exceeded 1 million, of which 950,000 are bandits full of evil, and less than 50,000 are stubborn and loyal to the Manchu army.

North America is a little more advanced than East Asian rockers, which is the level of gyms.

Europe is the real battlefield of Shura in this era.

Without waiting for a few major European powers to smash the dog's brains to the ground, it was inconvenient for the Ming Dynasty to enter.

Therefore, there is a degree of relaxation, and one relaxation is the correct way to paddle in the world war.

As a result, the Queen's Line in London and the Kaiser Line in Berlin both received a strange telegram from Fengdu.

Victoria thought that Zhu Fugui finally couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to come to talk to herself.

After all, according to intelligence, the steel and bullets consumed by the Ming people on several major battlefields are already an astronomical amount.

With his own life, Victoria thinks that Zhu Fugui is like a man after two times, Qiang Lu is in ashes, there is no more goods, and he can't support it!

However, Victoria also recognized that the British Empire was now facing an unprecedented crisis.

Not to mention ceding all of the west of Chicago, even if only the northern states of the original thirteen colonies were retained, Victoria thought it would be acceptable.