Originally, rapid-fire guns were designed according to the standards of anti-aircraft guns, and high accuracy of point fire was the basic requirement. Coupled with the blessing of sights, this made the shooting accuracy of the Ming tanks quite high.

Basically, if the Mongol soldiers dared to expose their entire heads to the trenches, bullets would greet them. Then, the head was gone.

It's really gone! It's the physical ones that are gone, not the visuals that are gone. Although, these Mongolian soldiers imitated the appearance of the Ming army, and they all wore steel helmets.

In front of a 25-mm rapid-fire shell, the steel helmet was not much different from a layer of paper. As long as it is hit, that head is a pile of broken bones and flesh.

Li Xiao's training funds for this tank unit are quite sufficient!

In the past year or so, fuel consumption is not counted. The shells knocked out by the shooting alone amounted to hundreds of thousands of rounds. With these shells, it is enough to fight a battle.

As a direct consequence, the tank was replaced with hundreds of barrels in a year.

Now it is a matter of course to make this record on the battlefield.

Pity! The Ming Dynasty has long passed the era when Li Xiao personally led the troops, and he really wants to see Li Xiao in tank battles in these years, so he can only wait for news from the battlefield in the capital.

Zu Kuan opened the hatch cover of the tank and poked his head out with goggles. After all, the command line of sight in the tank is still too narrow.

No sooner had he poked his head out than a mortar shell smashed into the turret.

The hard armor flew the mortar shell directly, and before the shell could fall to the ground, it exploded in the position of the track.

Countless tiny shrenchnel struck the body of the car, making a scalp-tingling sound.

Because of the angle, Zu Kuan's head was lucky not to be greeted by shrapnel. However, Zu Kuan was also frightened enough, and hurriedly retracted his head again.

The only rocket launcher that could inflict damage on the tank was destroyed after one round of fire. At the same time, the city of Tashkent, the city walls that had withstood centuries of wind and rain, were destroyed.

The last time this kind of stone wall suffered such severe damage was during Genghis Khan's western expedition.

The Ming army shot accurately, while the Mongols' rifles simply could not reach the tanks. The battlefield has become a Shura field for unilateral killing!

There were piles of dead people, basically all of them had been shot in the head, and the corpses in the trenches were all headless corpses.

You can't hit the enemy, but you are stared at by the enemy. The nerves of the Mongols soon collapsed!

But after the crash, people don't react the same way.

Many Mongol men threw off their robes and rushed out of the trenches shirtless with guns in their hands. A bayonet on a rifle, glittering in the dim sun.

These are true warriors, and they would rather die in battle than be crushed to death in a hole like a mouse.

However, the fate of these people was more miserable, the rhythm of tank firing remained the same, but their bodies were torn apart by the blessing of shells.

A 25-millimeter shell was enough to break a person into disconnected pieces.

The courage of the warriors is very commendable and very inspiring. More Mongols rushed out shirtless and charged to the death.

Another characteristic of rapid-fire guns is that they have a fast rate of fire, and when there are more people, the point fire becomes strafing.

Mongols, usually a hundred or so men, rushed out of the trenches and charged for ten seconds with bayonets howling. There will be a long line of shells sweeping over!

Cannonballs whipped into the crowd like whips, then blood mist erupted from human bodies, and then stumps and severed arms flew around.

If you ...... again, there will be no more, and everyone will die.

The power of the double-two-five rapid-fire cannon can guarantee that there will not be one of these people who will gasp again.

Other Mongols saw that the situation was not right. Throw the gun on the ground, climb out of the trench and run backwards. While running, he also danced and howled.

God knows what they're howling! At such a distance, neither side could hear clearly.

But these people died the worst!

Behind him there were shells of the Ming army, and in front of him there were machine guns of his own people.

Abandoning the position and escaping, the chance of survival is equal to zero. There is no such thing as this!

Because behind the position, there were more than 100 Makqin heavy machine guns.

The last wave of Mongols crouched in the trenches with guns in their arms. They covered their heads with their hands and shouted while squatting still. His body trembled, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold a gun.

Many of these people survived to the end of the war. However, most of them were packed and sent to the mines by the Ming army to work as coolies, and very few of them came out alive in the end.

After killing the deserters, the heavy machine gun knew that it could not hide its body and opened fire.

Bullets clanged at the tank body and turret.

But the problem was that nine-millimeter machine gun bullets could not penetrate the tank's armor.

The only weapons the Mongols had that posed some threat to tanks were cannons. It's a pity that there is no such thing as armor-piercing shells in these years.

There is only one type of shell for the cannon, a high-explosive grenade. The main purpose is to kill and injure enemy infantry or destroy enemy fortifications by blasting fragments.

The problem is that the structural strength of the fortifications is lower than that of tank armor.

The cannon shell slammed into the front armor of the tank. The biggest consequence was that the tank shook violently. The tank crew inside was dizzy and nauseous for a while.

That's all!

After all, before this, there had never been such a monster as a tank in the world.

Lobzang Tenzin watched in horror as the tank smoked black smoke and let out a deafening roar slowly approaching. Obviously, the tank is not going fast, but Robzang Tenzin feels that this thing is speeding.

Machine gun bullets kept hitting the tank, and the only damage they could do was to cut through the tank's paint, leaving deep scratches on the armor.

"Great Khan! No, that monster is invulnerable, we can't stand it! There was a cry in Beregutai's words.

In the past two years, it has been difficult to gain a foothold in Tashkent, and now the Han people are calling again. This time, where else can you escape?

Besides, the Han people came suddenly this time, and everyone was preparing for the sacrifice again. There was no preparation for war at all, and the vast number of herdsmen were still scattered in the pastures within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Now that they have escaped, what can the people do?

Without the subordinates, who the hell will Lao Tzu be a great sweat?

Luo Buzang Tenzin felt bitter in his heart, he knew that if he left his troops, no matter how many cavalry he had, it would be water without a source and a tree without roots.

If you want to leave, you have to leave with your people.

"Immediately send out scouts and order all the men to move westward to Ashgabat on the Caspian border. Beregutai, you take 50,000 cavalry to protect your troops.

Tarikutai, you take 30,000 cavalry to Ashgabat in advance. In an instant, Lobzang Tenzin made a decision.

The Ming people are too fierce for Tashkent to be able to keep it. But whatever you say, you have to leave the Ming people in Tashkent. Otherwise, everyone is done playing. After all, it takes a long time for a large number of people to move in.

Moreover, the herders also carry a large number of cattle and sheep. This is all the family foundation that has been saved over the years, and it is also the confidence to continue to live in the future.

"Great Khan, we have taken so many troops, what are you going to do?" Tarihutai asked.

"I'll stay here to stop the Ming army, and now it seems that the Ming army is not numerous. It's just that these iron guys are hard to deal with!

One more day I hold off the Ming army here, the more troops will flee from the Han and his butcher's knife. ”

"Great Khan! Let the Doomsday ask you about the aftermath. "Beregutai took a step forward.

"Belegutai, the Jungar Mongols always have to live. Even without the Great Khan, you have to live. Relative to the continuation of the race, the Great Khan was not important.

If I die in battle, you will re-elect the Great Khan. No matter how difficult it is, you must pass on the blood of the Mongols.

Let's go! I can't lead the Mongols to prosper and die for the sake of the Mongols' tomorrow. This is also the responsibility of the Great Khan!

In the future, when our Mongols are prosperous again, let my children and grandchildren avenge this blood revenge. Even if five nails are worn out, ten fingers are worn out. Avenge me too!

Walk! Lobzang Tenzin drew his saber, and the shining saber pointed at Talikutai and Belgutai.

"Great Khan!" Both Talikutai and Beregutai fell to their knees and touched their breasts with their hands.

"Let's go!" Lobzang Tenzin roared with all his strength.

The two men stood up, wiped a handful of tears and turned on their horses. Go and organize the army to call the people to evacuate westward!

The tanks had approached the Mongol trenches, but at this time there were no more people in the trenches who dared to stand up and shoot, except for the soldiers who were trembling with fear.

The trembling soldiers could only lean against the walls of the trenches with their guns in their hands, begging the Immortal Heaven to help them leave. Many people have water stains under their crotches, and they look very miserable.

They really broke down, from the mental to the physical, everything collapsed.

Tanks don't care about that, and the tracks rumble through the trenches. With the armored vehicle on the march of the tank, the rear door was quickly opened.

Soldiers armed with Allah rifles came out one after another and began to take prisoners.

Holding up a telescope, Lobzang Tenzin saw his soldiers being carried out of the trenches by the Ming army like pigs. After a fat beating, he tied it up with a rope and wore it in a string and took it away.

The place where these Mongols went must have been in the mines or in the places where coolies worked. In the past, Lobzang Tenzin had heard this kind of thing from Zilharang.

After the Jurchens surrendered, their people were treated the same. It is said that there are not a few serious Jurchens in Liaodong now.

The resistance on the other side was very weak, and Cao Bianjiao opened the hatch and poked his head out.

Closing the hatch inside the tank is simply an ordeal for people.

The loud roar made the people inside the tank basically rely on roaring to speak. In this case, the commander's command style is somewhat peculiar.

The commander is usually a tall soldier who rests his feet on the driver's shoulders as he marches. When he kicks the driver's left shoulder, the tank turns to the left, and when he kicks the right shoulder, the tank turns to the right.

The smoky murder weapon travels slowly in this way.

Suddenly, Cao Bianjiao saw a cavalry rushing out of Tashkent. It looks like there are tens of thousands of people, and this can't just be let go.

Although these Mongols couldn't escape, it was Man Gui's military exploits when they bumped into Man Gui's arms.

With a sharp kick on the driver's left shoulder, the tank immediately turned to the left.

His tank was at the front, the sharp arrow of the whole group of tanks. All tanks, will follow in his direction.

When he turned, the entire tank regiment followed him.

Kicking the driver's shoulder with both feet at the same time is a signal to move forward at full speed. The driver slammed on the accelerator, and the tank immediately sprang out.

A tank at full speed is capable of reaching speeds of up to forty-five kilometers per hour off-road. However, the degree of bumps in the tank is not something that ordinary people can withstand.

But for the sake of military merit, it is nothing to withstand this little bump.

The tank accelerated suddenly, which made the corners of Robzang Danzin's eyes almost split.

I thought this thing was moving slowly, but I didn't expect it to be as fast as a galloping horse.

But the problem is that horses get tired, and this thing doesn't seem to get tired.

"Stop them!" Luo Buzang Danjin roared, and he must not let the Ming army catch up with Belegutai.

But the question is how to stop them! This thing is invulnerable, a rifle can't deal with it, and a saber is useless.

However, in a very short period of time, Lobzang Tenzin came up with a solution.

He had a cavalry of several hundred men, each carrying a twenty-pound bag of explosives, charge the tank. Human cannonballs, this is his last resort. If that doesn't work, then he's dead.

These Ming troops can only be allowed to pursue Belegutai.

Cao Bianjiao was turned upside down, and he felt that his intestines were about to be turned in two.

Just when he was about to take it anymore, he suddenly found a group of Mongolian cavalry with hundreds of people, rushing towards him like crazy.

There is nothing to say, and the business that is delivered to the door will not be collected in vain.

The tank stopped, and the turret turned the rapid-fire gun and spat out a barrage of tongues of fire.

Twenty-five-millimeter shells flew sideways in the air, and both men and horses were shot into clouds of blood mist.

These hundreds of people, not to mention blowing up the tank with explosives bags, they didn't even rush to the distance of a rifle shot.

This is also the reason why Li Xiao equipped the tank with a double 25 rapid-fire gun!

The main target of tanks in these days was infantry or cavalry, and large-caliber tank guns were of little use. It's better to pack this lightweight, but super ferocious thing.

As a consequence of the large carts and small guns, each tank can carry a huge amount of ammunition and also have an oversized fuel tank.

Fill a tank of oil and run 200 kilometers without the slightest problem.

When Lobzang Tenzin saw hundreds of people and horses, he instantly turned into a pile of minced meat. I closed my eyes helplessly, it's over! It seems that the only way to stop this thing is to rely on the ruins of Tashkent.

I just don't know how to deal with this steel monster.

"Withdraw to the city!" With a word, the Mongol soldiers withdrew to the city of Tashkent like a tidal wave. Of course, in the process, he was shot by the Ming army a lot.