"You forty or fifty thousand people, and you were chased like this by thousands of Ming troops?"

On the Saray border, the generals sent by the Golden Horde stared at the extremely embarrassed people from the east in front of them, and asked in disbelief.

The tens of thousands of people in front of him are still a little human, all of them are dressed in tatters, hungry with yellow faces and thin muscles, and their lips are chapped and bleeding because of long-term dehydration.

Looking at the entire team, most of them are young people, and there are almost no old and weak.

It can be seen that the old and weak were either abandoned or killed by the Ming army.

And as the best companion of the grassland, the strong horse that was treated like a relative, at this time was also skinny and skinny, and when he looked at it, if it weren't for the ears and tail that moved from time to time at that time, he would have thought that there was a pile of bones in front of him.

"Forty or fifty thousand!"

The leader of the remnants of the Eastern Grassland Tribe, took off his flowers, glanced at his former enemy, and shook his head with a wry smile.

When they left Beihai, they had a total of 120,000 people, and they fled in embarrassment along the way, lost with them, starved to death, plus those who were killed by the Ming army, and for various reasons, the huge army is now only in the early 50,000s.

In other words, more than 70,000 people fell on the way to flee on these thousands of miles.

"Hmph, you eastern tribes, you are really a disgrace to your ancestors and a disgrace to Genghis Khan."

The ruler of the Golden Horde scolded disdainfully when he saw his appearance.

Totohua didn't defend himself, just silently lowered his head and led his people to the back of the team.

They are here to flee for their lives, they are to take refuge in the Golden Horde, and if they are stubborn and refused to be accepted by the Golden Horde, then they can only continue to live in exile or be killed by the Ming army, no matter what the process is, the final result is to fall on this steppe that raised them.

"Woooooo

A trumpet sounded ahead, and the commander of the Golden Horde looked up to see puffs of smoke and dust rising from the horizon in the distance.

"Sons, the two-legged sheep are coming, and the tribes of the east have forgotten the bravery of their ancestors, and they have nowhere to escape when they are beaten by the weak two-legged sheep."

"Hahaha..."

A burst of bombardment and ridicule sounded, and the eastern tribe led by Totohua did not have any shame and anger on their faces, but silently lowered their heads, and continued to go to the hinterland of the Golden Horde under the command of Totohua.

They have seen the strength of the Ming army, especially the weapon that can harvest human lives from a long distance and emit a burst of fire.

It's like the scythe of death, and wherever that thing is pointed, a large number of people will die, and if you get hit in the hands and feet, you won't even be able to catch a whole corpse.

As far as the 20,000 troops of the Golden Horde are concerned, it is not to take off the enemy's morale and destroy their prestige, according to his estimation in his heart, it would be good if these guys could last for an hour without defeat.

So take advantage of this cherished time to run as far as you can, and if you can enter the city to escape, it will be the best.

Glancing disdainfully at the eastern tribes, the Golden Horde leader, he drew the powerful flintlock pistol from the west from his waist and pointed it in the direction of the smoke.

"Sons, take out your scimitars, pull out your bows and arrows, and let these two-legged sheep of the Central Plains recall the fear of being dominated by our ancestors."

"Oh roar, oh roar, oh roar!"

The soldiers of the Jinzang Han Kingdom held their weapons and let out excited roars, and their blood was boiling, ready to charge.

As grassland children, they are very yearning for the domineering spirit of their ancestors to conquer the world, especially the legendary Huahua World Central Plains, they are even more eager to do so.

It's a pity that their fiefdom is in the remote west, and the world in the east they have only heard of it, but they have not seen it with their own eyes.

They heard from their forefathers that the two-legged sheep of the East are very weak, and when you wield your scimitar, they will kneel on the ground and let you slay them.

The women there are skinned so tender that they can pinch out water, there is gold and silver everywhere, there are endless fertile fields everywhere, and the army there is not even as good as a flock of sheep, which will be scattered in one rush.

Although they didn't have the opportunity to fight in the Central Plains like their ancestors, they were able to fight with the troops of the Central Plains today, which could be regarded as making up for the regret in their hearts.

"Attack!"

"Woooooo

The commander of the Golden Horde raised the flintlock pistol in his hand and gave the order to attack.

The 20,000 legions, divided into several attacking forces, led by their respective leaders, slowly pressed towards the place where the smoke and dust rose in the distance.

In the smoke and dust on the opposite side, dozens of three-wheeled cars covered with iron sheets lined up in three offensive formations, followed by cavalry regiments, and headed towards the enemy in an offensive posture.

The three offensive formations, the first few of which were on top of the three collapses, were all set up with a cold and shining heavy machine gun.

In the carriage behind the transport, a soldier of the Shenji Battalion, armed with a new bolt rifle, squatted by the shooting holes, waiting for the order to shoot.

In the first echelon at the front, Zhu Zhangui drove three jumpers, tried to control the direction, and maintained the most perfect offensive speed.

The old man was holding two revolvers beside him, and his eyes under his sunglasses looked coldly at the cavalry regiment slowly pressing over on the opposite side, and his horns showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"The various departments prepared, the left and right flanks bypassed, and I surrounded them to death, and I ate more than 20,000 dim sum."

"Yes, yes!"

Jiang Huai, who commanded the other two echelons, and a commander gave a quick answer, and then bypassed left and right, and surrounded the troops of the Golden Horde who rushed over.

Thousands of people surrounded 20,000, even if the weapons and equipment were advanced, I am afraid that ordinary generals would not dare to make such a risky move.

The two legions were getting closer and closer, and soon the commander of the Golden Horde heard a strange sudden sound.

"What is this sound? Did the mounts on the Ming Army's side change creatures? ”

Just as the Commander was curious, a group of steel behemoths broke out from the smoke and dust in three directions.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at the iron-clad three collapsers in the sun, exuding a cold light, the eyes of the Golden Horde commander bulged, and his eyes were dazed and confused.

"Da Da Da..."

Suddenly, some of the steel chariots that rushed to the front suddenly erupted tongues of fire.

Looking at the tongue of fire that radiated the light of death, the commander's heart suddenly tightened, and there was always a bad feeling.

Then, before he could come back to his senses, several warriors around him didn't even scream, and fell directly under their horses.

Even some of the horses had blood on their foreheads, white and red blood rushed out from their backs, and their bodies stiffened and fell to the ground.

Slaughter, naked slaughter.

Before the old man set out for the expedition, the craftsman battalion produced a total of 15 heavy machine guns with 200,000 rounds of ammunition.

When Zhu Zhangui went to North Korea, he brought two heavy machine guns and 30,000 rounds of ammunition, and the old man also had 13 heavy machine guns and 170,000 rounds of ammunition on his side.

With the attrition on the road, there are currently 100,000 rounds of ammunition left on the side of the transport battalion.

During the battle just now, each heavy machine gun was equipped with 1,000 rounds of ammunition, which was the first time that the machine gunners had encountered such a big battle.

The machine gunners, who were not happy to chase the steppe barbarians, now let the sheep go, pulled the trigger, and fired wildly at the crowd.

The intensive firing of 13 heavy machine guns, not to mention the Mongolian cavalry charging in the dense phalanx at this time, even the elite Western troops during the First World War could not bear it.

In the case of such a dense phalanx, the powerful penetrating power of the heavy machine gun could not only kill one person, but also penetrate two or three or even four or five people, which was a breeze.

13 heavy machine guns, cross-firing from three angles, harvested human lives, more than a combine harvester harvested wheat.

The distance between the two sides is less than 800 meters, and this 800-meter distance is just a blink of an eye for the galloping Sanbangzi.

Hearing only a few roars, the middle troops led by Zhu Zhangui directly crashed into the cavalry array of the Golden Horde.

The front of the car kept swaying, and Zhu Zhangui clung to the direction handlebar to prevent the direction from shifting.

He couldn't see the front windshield clearly, it was all covered with blood from the impact, and broken flesh, the kind that the wipers couldn't clean.

Seeing the situation ahead, Zhu Zhangui could only rush in the predetermined direction according to the general direction in his heart.

In Zhu Zhangui's rear carriage, more than a dozen soldiers of the Shenji Battalion kept pulling the trigger at the shooting hole.

There is no such thing as aiming at this time, and there is no time to aim at them.

The only thing they had to do now was to load the bolt, aim the shooting hole, pull the trigger, and repeat what they had just done.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, the sudden sound of the three collapses, and the screams before death resounded incessantly on the border line of Sarai.

When the grip in Zhu Zhangui's hand regained stability, Zhu Zhangui knew that they had washed through the enemy.

The old man, who was also shooting at the shooting hole next to him, took out the dagger next to him, twisted the minced meat on the shooting hole vigorously, took out a gap that could be watched, and looked outside.

"Rush out of the enemy line, turn around and go back!"

Seeing that there were no enemies around, the old man waved his hand domineeringly and decided to go back and kill again.

"No need grandpa, they're all gone."

When the old man observed the situation from the shooting hole, Zhu Zhangui had already opened the door on the side and saw the situation behind him clearly.

The cavalry of the Golden Horde, which was killed by a round of charge, was being pursued by the cavalry of the 3,000 battalions following behind.

That's right, it's a hunt.

A thousand battalions of cavalry, less than 3,000 people, were brandishing pistols and swords, chasing and killing thousands of galloping Golden Horde cavalry.

The fleeing soldiers of the Golden Horde did not have the arrogance and domineering just now, and now they are like lost dogs, running frantically with their tails between their legs.

The frantic strafing of the heavy machine guns completely broke their guts.

The feeling of being slaughtered at a distance of hundreds of steps, they didn't want to try it at all.

After the death of the commander of the Golden Horde, the soldiers of the Golden Horde had no command, and their discipline was already average, so they directly let the sheep go and fled in embarrassment.

The enemy's escape made the soldiers of the 3,000 battalion, who originally thought that there would be a bloody battle, happy and helpless.

Happily, they don't have to fight with several times the enemy, but helplessly, it seems that since the appearance of this heavy machine gun and these three collapses, they, the cavalry who once dominated the entire battlefield, have become logistics troops to clean up the battlefield and pursue the enemy.

In the past, the old man was so rare that he even faintly listed them as the first unit of the Ming Dynasty, but now looking at the figure of the old man who did not come down after the three collapses, the soldiers of the three thousand battalions felt that they had fallen out of favor.

The gossip that had been circulating last year that the 3,000 battalion would be expanded to 100,000 people has not yet materialized.

Judging from the soldiers of the 3,000 battalion, now that the emperor has three collapses and heavy machine guns, it is estimated that their expansion plan will be in vain.

The battle broke out in the middle of noon, and both sides thought it would be a big battle, but before they could even shoot a shot, the fierce Golden Horde army on the opposite side fled in disarray.

Of the 20,000 people who attacked violently, less than 3,000 fled under the encirclement and suppression of the Ming army in three directions.

In the nameless grassland of the battle, tens of thousands of corpses and war horses fell here, and the wails of the undead and wounded war horses were everywhere.

"Alas, I suddenly found out that it was so simple to fight."

The old man stood on the top of the iron sheet of Sanbangzi, looked at the entire battlefield, shook his head and sighed.

In the past, when encountering these 20,000 cavalry legions, the Ming side had to dispatch at least 100,000 troops, and it took several months to end the battle, and sometimes even lingered on the grassland for several months, and even the enemy could not be seen.

But now that he has the fast and durable Sanbangzi, as well as the heavy machine gun with powerful firepower and the new rifle with a very fast rate of fire, the old man suddenly finds that fighting the war is not as passionate as before.

Zhu Zhangui, who was leading people to scrub the car below, heard the old man sigh and said with a smile: "This is normal, when the weapon is powerful enough to crush the enemy, the battle loses its original meaning." ”

"My grandson still remembers when we went to sea, when we only had a few muskets, and we all carried blades to cut at the enemy."

"Blood, stumps and broken arms flew everywhere, that was from the beginning to the end of the battle, the blood on the body has not subsided, and the whole body is extremely excited."

"But now, we can't even see the enemy clearly from a distance, and if we move our fingers, the enemy will be gone."

"It's still that we haven't brought the artillery, and if we want to bring new artillery, this battle is called a battle, but in fact it has become a senseless slaughter."

"Hahaha..."

Hearing that the eldest grandson felt the same as in his heart, the old man laughed, stepped down the ladder, and reached out to pat Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

"Little cub, although this has lost the meaning of fighting, it has also made us lose the charging enthusiasm that we used to have."

"But all this is a good thing for the people of the Ming Dynasty, we would rather press the enemy to fight, rather than let the soldiers give up their excellent weapons and fight with the enemy for the sake of arrogance, or the blood of the charge."

"They are all raised by their fathers and mothers, and they all have a family, and we are sad when one dies, and their families are also sad."

"As a manager, it's not a good thing to defeat the enemy and win, but what really counts is that you can defeat the enemy and win, and you can also let your soldiers go home safely and reunite with their families."

"As long as a coach does this, no matter how dirty his fighting methods are, in the hearts of his subordinates and the domestic people behind him, he will be treated as the number one general in the world."

Just when Zhu Zhangui's grandfather and grandson were discussing the increasingly boring war, Totohua was leading his people to Salai dozens of miles away.

"Chief, there's no voice!"

A sentry man, hearing the faint sound of gunfire behind him, suddenly disappeared, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly set up a war horse that could still run, came to the side of the frowning Totohua, and reported the situation behind him.

Detachment glanced back and shook her head slightly, "Faster than I thought." ”

has been chased and killed by the Ming army for so long, and the terrifying weapons of the Ming army, they are very clear in their hearts.

Originally, I thought that the army of the Golden Horde might be a little rubbish, but more than 20,000 soldiers were estimated to be able to withstand it for an hour.

But I didn't expect these guys to collapse without even holding on for half an hour.

Tuo Tuhua didn't think that it was the defeat of the Ming army, and she didn't want the Ming army to be defeated.

Originally, the people on the side of the Golden Horde looked down on them a little when they saw them lose their cities and land, and hundreds of thousands of people were chased by thousands of people to have no way to go to heaven and no way to go down.

If the Golden Horde wins, the face of their eastern tribe will be completely lost, not to mention borrowing troops to fight back, it is estimated that the Golden Horde will not even take care of them, so it depends on the sake of the same clan, give them a bite to eat and let them live.

It is precisely because of these worries that Totohua really hopes that the Ming army will win, and it is the kind that is thorough.

Looking back at his back, he said to a few of his subordinates without hesitation: "Inform the clansmen to speed up the journey, the army of the Golden Horde has been defeated, and it is estimated that the Ming army will soon catch up." ”

The slowly marching team picked up speed, and a hungry yellow-skinned Oriental steppe barbarian drove the hungry scrawny war horse to the faintly visible city of Salai in the distance.

But before their vanguard could approach the city, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind them.

The hungry mind was dizzy, and the muscles of the Oriental steppe were sore, and he did not look back, and quickened the pace of action.

Totohua looked at the Golden Horde army who had lost their armor and fled from the desert, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

These guys were laughing at them just now, but look at their current bird appearance, like a lost dog, this appearance is not as good as them.

After all, they have a few khans in the East, and they have all fought with Da Ming with real swords and guns, although they have also failed, but they will not be defeated as soon as they come into contact.

"Hmph, I'm really used to enjoying it in the West, and I've forgotten the bravery of my ancestors."

With a whisper of contempt, he immediately patted his horse and followed the troops into the city.

He was afraid that it would be a little later, the army of the Ming Dynasty would rush over, and the defenders in the city would close the city gates, and it would be completely finished.

The lord of Sarai City is also a wine bag and rice bag plus coercion.

Seeing that the army sent from above, as soon as it came into contact with the enemy, it was defeated like this, and those tribesmen in the east, nearly a million people were also killed, and only a few tens of thousands remained, and they were so frightened that their heads shrank into their shells, and they immediately ordered the city to be closed and blocked the city gates, and sent people to rescue other cities.

Although Sarai was a border city, it was also an important town in the Golden Horde, with tens of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of people as their backing.

Such a border city, with so many troops to defend, let alone face thousands of enemies, even if it is against 100,000 troops, it can be defended for a period of time.

But this timid city lord went to ask for help before the fight started, and it is conceivable that this guy is probably being squeezed by the blonde girls in the West, and all the courage is gone.

At noon, the Ming army, who had had lunch, rushed over.

"Grandpa, do we want to attack the city?"

Looking at the heavily guarded city in the distance, Zhu Zhangui asked the old man who was holding a telescope next to him to observe.

"What kind of city to attack, we are not here to occupy the land this time, even if it is occupied, can we defend it with a few thousand of us?"

Retracting the binoculars, the old man talked about his thoughts as he walked to the car.

"Let's come here this time to inform the people in the West that our Ming Dynasty is not the weak Song Dynasty before. It is to let these barbarians know that I have already collected the grassland land in the east, and if there is nothing to do, I should not go to the east, and if I go, I will be ready to be wiped out, or I will be prepared to go to Beiju Luzhou to build roads and plant potatoes. ”

Closing the door casually, the old man leaned on the console and waved his hand domineeringly: "Let's go, let's continue to Xida, we have you, there is no logistical trouble, before winter comes, let's take a good look at our future territory." ”

Hearing the old man's words, Zhu Zhangui laughed and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, took the convoy behind him, bypassed Salai City, and went to Salai City in the west under the nervous and confused expressions of the defenders on the city wall.

Sure enough, as he imagined, the old man's trip this time was completely an old lion patrolling the territory, and by the way, he condoled the attitude of the neighbors around him.

The thousands of people around him said that they were here to fight, but in fact they were more like escorts.

It's only the beginning of August now, and there is still more than a month before winter, since the old man wants to go back to the old man, then accompany him for a walk.

For the next half month, Zhu Zhangui and the old man took thousands of people behind them to run around the Middle East of the Golden Horde.

Among them, they also encountered several enemy troops, but they were all beaten by Zhu Zhangui and the old man.

Later, the Golden Horde found that the Ming army, a few thousand people, had no intention of attacking the city, and they also gave up the idea of attacking and exterminating.

After all, the terrifying weapons of the Ming army were too powerful, and the Golden Horde lost nearly 30,000 horses in just a few waves of contact.

In recent years, the power of the Golden Horde has been declining, and these troops are the power to deter the surrounding states, if there are no soldiers, not to mention the issue of tax collection, it is estimated that there will be turmoil in the ruling power.

Since these Ming troops did not intend to attack the cities, but only spread around the country, the khans of the Golden Horde directly ordered all cities to be strictly defended, and were not allowed to attack without orders.

even strictly restrained his subordinates, and no one was allowed to provoke these Ming troops, as long as they didn't exist.

In the eyes of the Khan of the Golden Horde, as long as winter comes, these Ming troops who have not taken refuge in the cold will naturally leave the territory of the Golden Horde.

When the Ming army is gone, he can continue to collect taxes and continue to enjoy a happy life.

"Little cub, where is this!"

As the time entered the end of August, the climate on the part of the Golden Horde began to cool.

Zhu Zhangui's grandfather and grandson, who had been in the Golden Horde for more than half a month, came to a country of lush forests.

Looking at the beautiful forests in the distance and the green grassy hillsides, the old man with a cloak breathed a breath of fresh air comfortably, and asked where Zhu Zhangui, who was watching with a compass and a map next to him, was there?

Zhu Zhangui, who was lying on the carriage to check the map, replied without raising his head.

"According to the guidance on the map, we should go to Ryazan, which is a small principality, that is, a fiefdom of a duke, and a little further northwest is the Duchy of Moscow, if we turn and go west, there is a good country, called the Duchy of Lithuania."

Zhu Zhangui pulled the map again, pulled it to the west and pointed again, "Further to the west, that's the western area I told you." ”

"Western Zone?"

The old man looked back at Zhu Zhangui, "It's the area where Zheng He's hand was broken!" ”

"Yes, but you have to travel through countless countries to get there."

The old man didn't speak, just nodded, came to Zhu Zhangui's side and looked at the map.

"These small countries here should be the vassal states of the Golden Horde, let's go and visit, maybe there will be any unexpected surprises."

After speaking, he thought about it again and ordered: "Let's go back after going to these two countries, it is estimated that your father and the court should be in a hurry." ”

Zhu Zhangui smiled and didn't dare to respond, put away the map, boarded the car and started to go to the Duchy of Liangzan.

The West is considered powerful and rich in the minds of many people, but during the Ming Dynasty, the region here had nothing to do with civilization.

Not to mention that it is like Mao drinking blood, in fact, it is not much worse.

Cities are almost rare here, and the villages that Zhu Zhangui and others pass through are all small villages with wooden fences, and even brick buildings are rare.

At this time, the Ryazan principality was in the reign of Yin Fan III, and the people were not rich or too poor, but they could only be said to be so-so.

It is said that this is a principality, but in Daming, that is, it is slightly larger than a county.

As dusk came, Shana herded the animals back to the shed.

It's a boring day, but it's also an ordinary day.

After finishing her daily work, she was just about to go home to prepare dinner for her parents, younger siblings, when she suddenly heard a strange sound in her ears.

Curious, Shana turned her head to look at the place where the voice had come from.

I saw that in the faint darkness of the south, a dozen very strange things appeared, and beside those things, there was a cavalryman with a banner.

Shana's eyesight has been good since she was a child, and although it is a little dark now, she can still see the appearance of the cavalry in the distance.

He has black hair, yellow skin, and is well armoured.

Shana's heart trembled, remembering the terrifying scene when she was a child.

That night, countless black-haired, yellow-skinned, black-eyed demons rode into the village on fierce horses from hell.

They kill people when they see them, and they kill women when they see them...

Shana's sister, because of her outstanding appearance, was humiliated to death by a dozen demons, and in the end, instead of sparing her sister's body, they hung it at the entrance of the village and used it as a target for archery.

As a young child, she hid in the cellar and saw this scene with her own eyes, and she still can't forget her sister's angry screams and unwilling eyes after death.

Thinking of her sister's tragic death, Shana screamed in horror, covered her head and turned to the village.

She shouted in horror as she ran.

"Run, run, the yellow-skinned devil is coming, the yellow-skinned devil is coming!"