The confrontation between firearms and cold weapons at the peak of equipment, it is not surprising that firearms won perfectly.

Although more than a dozen brothers were killed or wounded, the result was that hundreds of heavily armored soldiers on the opposite side all fell to the ground.

The two are no longer in the same era.

When the two sides encountered just now, the Ming army retreated while firing, and at the same time called for support from other troops.

Although the equipment on the Ming army is not light, it can be more than twice as flexible as the heavily armored plateau army.

Lao Luo led the people to fight and retreat, waiting for other commandos to come back, guns and grenades exploded indiscriminately.

In less than 10 minutes, this invincible heavy armored army on the battlefield of cold weapons has completely drawn the end of the era.

From today, swords and armor will be withdrawn from history, and the battlefield of the future will be the era of machine guns and cannons.

"Damn, I almost planted it inside!"

At the end of the battle, Lao Luo put the submachine gun with the empty magazine on his back, and flicked the clothes that were broken by the arrows with his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was too dangerous just now.

He stands at the number one of all, and is the main target opposite.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been on the battlefield for so many years and had full combat experience, he would probably have fallen in the first round just now.

"Put the wounded brothers in place, and put the dead in a safe place, this artillery fire is so heavy that if it is blown up, it will not be able to pinch a piece."

After greeting his subordinates and placing his wounded and dead brothers, Lao Luo continued to move forward with the rest of the people.

The battle is not over yet, and the sadness is left until after the battle.

After replenishing the ammunition, the regrouped attack team continued to advance under the leadership of Lao Luo again.

On the plateau side of the plateau after heavy bombardment and soldiers' assaults, the resistance has been reduced to the extreme.

Lao Luo and his entourage assaulted the square in front of the Potala Palace, and did not encounter any resistance at all.

The plateau people knew that they couldn't stand it, and they didn't want to be caught or killed by the Ming army, so they ignored the scolding of the monks and nobles, dropped their weapons, and fled to the mountains behind the Potala Palace.

"Damn it, you bastards...... Don't run to me......"

"Bang!"

One shot to solve a yelling plateau nobleman, Lao Luo roared at some of the plateau soldiers who were already scared stupid: "Put down your arms, kneel down and surrender, otherwise there will be no mercy!" ”

Although he really wanted to break out of these guys, but the above had already asked for it, Da Ming was in urgent need of slaves now, and if he could, he would try not to kill the captives.

Moreover, the captives gave more rewards, and when the brothers they brought with them left, they had to send some money to each other's families to show their gratitude.

"Lao Luo, don't worry about the prisoners, the group of birdmen from the Fourth Legion have already rushed up from the south."

Just as Lao Luo led people to watch the captives lose their weapons, a teammate who caught up from behind shouted.

"What, the damn group of birdmen in the Fourth Legion dared to compete with Lao Tzu for the first credit, it's the other thing, their regiment commander was still Lao Tzu's subordinate back then, dare to rob Lao Tzu's credit, see if Lao Tzu beats them to death!"

Hearing that the commandos of the Fourth Legion had already stormed the Potala Palace from the south.

Lao Luo didn't care about these captives, leaving two people to watch the captives, and rushed into the palace with the others roaring.

The tranquil Potala Palace is filled with the sounds of killing and gunfire, interspersed with the explosion of a few grenades.

Kill crazy, completely kill crazy!

Several legions rushed into the assault team of the Potala Palace, carrying the flags of their respective legions, desperately rushing to the highest peak.

People compete for a face, and trees live a layer of skin.

On weekdays, everyone calls them brothers, scolding, grinning, and laughing, but this credit is absolutely not good, and whoever dares to rob them should not blame them for not recognizing their brothers.

"Da Da Da..."

A volley of bullets swept out, and several monks who were screaming and preparing to fight their lives fell to the ground.

At this time, the commando team of the Second Army was left with Lao Luo himself.

In a hall just now, I met a group of monks, and the two parties fought directly.

The few people left on Lao Luo's side fell down two more, and even the flag bearer was chopped in the head with an axe.

They had to take care of the wounded and take care of the prisoners, and the team was suddenly understaffed.

In the end, Lao Luo didn't care about anyone or nobody, holding a submachine gun in one hand and a flag in the other, and rushed up alone.

Anyway, he wasn't far from the peak, and he was now on par with those guys from the Fourth Legion, and he might miss the first step if he stopped.

So he can't wait and won't wait.

Rushing all the way, whether it is surrendering or desperately, Lao Luo is on a shuttle.

Entered, entered!

Looking at the top floor that had been blown down, Lao Luo hit the last few bullets on the guys opposite.

"Rush, rush..."

Lao Luo, who was just about to change the ammunition, suddenly heard a voice behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the military flag of the Fourth Legion had been half exposed at the staircase.

"Damn, the first credit belongs to Lao Tzu, no one can rob me, it's useless for Zhang Xian to come."

Lao Luo roared angrily, threw the submachine gun aside, pulled out the pistol at his waist, held the flag, kicked open the broken rooftop door, let out an exhilarating roar, and strode out.

The once smooth and beautiful penthouse was gone, and there were broken bricks and rubbles everywhere, as well as stumps and limbs lying in pools of blood.

I can't regret that such a good palace is gone, Lao Luo rushed to the highest peak with excitement in his eyes, kicked off the plateau flag that was crooked and slanted, and only one pole was left that had been burned, and he laughed heartily, and planted the military flag of the Second Army in his hand fiercely.

The blood-red military flag was waving in the wind in the smoke of gunpowder, and the white tiger logo looked so powerful and domineering.

The chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the top of the Potala Palace, the red battle flag of the sun and moon tigers.

"Won!"

A soldier of the Ming Army looked at the military flag waving in the wind and muttered a sentence.

His words were like igniting the fuse of a powder keg, and the entire battlefield burst into flames in an instant.

"Victory, victory......"

Cheers, shouts, resounded throughout the battlefield.

The Ming soldiers held their guns and celebrated loudly, especially the guys from the Second Legion, who laughed the loudest and shouted the most happily, and the back molars of their faces were exposed.

The plateau soldiers who were still resisting in various places, seeing that there was no hope at all, put down their weapons with gloomy expressions, and walked out of the defense point with their hands raised.

"Good man!"

Next to the artillerymen, Zhu Zhangui, who was holding a telescope to observe the entire battlefield, looked at the military flag looming in the smoke of gunpowder, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked in appreciation.

The battle began in the morning and ended just after noon.

According to post-war statistics, the Ming Dynasty killed 1,732 people, wounded more than 3,000 people, killed more than 65,000 plateau troops, and the rest of the plateau soldiers either fled to the back of the Potala Palace or became prisoners.

The three Dharma kings and five religious kings of the Great Ming Dynasty on the plateau were all unlucky enough to die in the bombing, and their bodies were burned to charcoal.

Perhaps it was precisely because of their death that the plateau troops lost their command that the Ming army was able to achieve victory so quickly.

Zhu Zhangui fulfilled his promise and held a banquet in the ruined Potala Palace that night, and held a dinner with all the soldiers to celebrate the victory.

After resting for two days in the Potala Palace, Zhu Zhangui divided the army into pieces and began to advance to other areas of the plateau with the corps as a unit.

The plateau led by the three great kings and the five great sect kings was lost, and it completely became a plate of scattered sand, and the Ming army fell to the flag.

The fighting, which was originally planned to end in July, came to an end in less than June.

The plateau, a perennial independent force outside the Central Plains, was officially subdued by the Ming Dynasty from today.

At the same time, from this moment on, all regions in the east were shrouded by the Great Bright Sun and Moon Flag.

Just as the battlefield in the East was coming to an end, the West was also kicking off the war at about the same time.

"Your Majesty, now that our Ming equipment has been fully equipped to your army, now please fulfill your agreement and lead your soldiers to launch an attack on the Ottoman Empire."

Cairo Royal Palace.

Sasher, who served as the plenipotentiary representative of the Ming Dynasty in the Rocco Dynasty, found King Rocco, who was happy to see the army growing stronger.

Luo Ke, who was ready to greet him with a smile on his face, heard Saxu'er's words, and his face instantly fell.

To be honest, he would love to refuse to start a war if it was possible.

Now that he had just mastered the Rocco Dynasty, the army was growing stronger with the support of the Ming Dynasty.

He didn't want to start a war at this time, he wanted to make a big move and turn his kingdom into a powerful empire, beyond the Ottomans, beyond the Arabs, second only to the kind of the Great Ming, and even beyond the Great Ming.

What you owe will be repaid after all.

Since entering the army of the Rocco Kingdom with equipment, Sashel has been looking for him three times a day, urging him every day to launch an attack on the Ottoman Empire.

If it weren't for the fact that Saxu'er represented Da Ming and still had follow-up equipment support in his hands, Luo Ke really didn't want to see each other.

At the beginning, he still excused himself on the grounds that the army was familiar with equipment, but now that more than a month has passed, it makes some sense for him to find this reason again.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I will not forget what I promised."

Luo Ke smiled and comforted the other party, and when Sash'er's expression relaxed when he heard this, he said lightly: "It's just that now the West is falling under the shroud of black death, and the Ottoman Empire is also extremely serious. ”

"The soldiers under my command have hardly been infected, and if there is a war at this time, once they are infected with the Black Reaper, they will usher in a large number of deaths."

"You also know the environment of the army, and then we don't have to fight the enemy, and we will collapse first."

"Of course, if Da Ming is willing to provide medicine to treat the Black Death for free, I will consider starting a war as soon as possible to complete the agreement between the two of us."

Rocco's plan was simple, using the Black Death as an excuse to continue delaying the start of the war.

He didn't believe it, Da Ming could really generously give such a precious medicine to the black death to ordinary soldiers.

"Hehe..."

The request was rejected again, and Sacher sneered in her heart.

"Bang!"

With his hands slammed on the table, Sather looked at Rocco indifferently, "Don't talk to me about those useless things, I, as an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, ask you to start a war with the Ottoman Empire immediately, otherwise I will cut off your follow-up ammunition support." ”

Sashel slapped the table, and Rocco was extremely unhappy.

He's a king, and not all cats and dogs can slap the table with him.

Reaching out and slamming it on the table, Rocco looked at Satchel with an ugly expression.

"Lord Satchel, be careful of your tone, you are now speaking to a king, not to a servant of your family."

"Our Luo Ke Kingdom and your Ming are allies, not superiors and subordinates, and you Da Ming have no right to order anyone in our Luo Ke Kingdom, even if it is a dog."

"And I also remind you that the ammunition and weapons support you are talking about are what we got in exchange for land and money, not from you."

"So, please don't threaten us with our things, otherwise you will suffer the wrath of the entire Rocco Kingdom."

The atmosphere in the main hall instantly fell to freezing point.

Sashier and Rocco stared at each other nonchalantly, and after a long time, Sashel suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

Ignoring Rocco who looked at him with a cold face, Sashel sat down casually, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at Rocco sarcastically.

"Are you a threat?"

"Hehehe..."

Stretching out his hand to look at his freshly repaired fingernails, Sash'er said lightly: "Rocco, you may have forgotten how your throne came about." Since this is the case, then I will remind you that it is our Da Ming who pulled you back from death and helped you to this position. I'm telling you, I can help you up and sit in this position, and I can also help someone else to replace you. ”

Putting down his hand and patting the non-existent dust on his body, Sash'er got up and walked out the door, and when he was about to reach the door, he turned his head to look at the iron-faced Rocco.

"I hope you remember one sentence, and I can take back what I can give you!"

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the throne behind Rocco, Sashel said contemptuously: "Don't think how important you are, if we are willing to put a dog in that position, no one will dare to object." ”

"Think about it, for the sake of old friends, I remind you."

"The imperial court only gives you 10 days, and if the war doesn't start after 10 days, you can prepare for the aftermath."

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you again, your daughter will not be in danger, our Royal Highness the grandson likes your daughter very much, although she can't be the concubine of the grandson if you are replaced, but it is no problem to be an ordinary foot washing and bed warmer."

After speaking, Saxu'er didn't pay attention to the ugly face of Rocco behind him, and strode out of the palace.

"Bastard!"

Looking at the arrogant back in the distance, Luo Ke in the hall angrily pulled out the treasure knife on his waist and cut everything he saw in front of him to pieces.

Growing up, he had never been so humiliated.

But in the face of this humiliation, he didn't even dare to resist.

Da Ming is too powerful, as the person who has the deepest contact with Da Ming in the West, he deeply understands the horror of Da Ming.

The little thing Zheng He showed was just in case of Daming.

He will never forget the scene when the rocket artillery arrived at the training ground last month.

As far as he knew, Daming had thousands of rocket cars.

God, thousands.

He didn't dare to imagine how terrifying the scene of thousands of rocket cars would be together.

Luo Ke didn't know how long the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Luo Ke Dynasty, which he thought were powerful, could withstand in the face of the attack of the powerful Ming army?

A day, half a day, or even an hour.

What's more, he doesn't want to lose the throne under his ass, his peak has just begun, he doesn't want to lose the right to master, he doesn't want to leave this world in obscurity like an animal.

Looking out the door with a knife in hand, Rocco fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, he sighed lightly, and came to the outside of the hall tremblingly with his knife.

Looking at the guards kneeling outside, Rocco raised his knife and commanded loudly.

"On my orders, the army will march to war against the Ottoman Empire!"

June 13 of the fourth year of Hongxi.

It was an ordinary day, but it was no ordinary day in the history of the world.

Historical Records of Emperor Shengwu Ming: On June 13 of the fourth year of Hongxi, the Luo Ke Kingdom, an ally of the Ming Dynasty, officially declared war on the Ottoman Empire on the grounds that the Ottoman Empire had spread the Black Death and killed their previous king, His Majesty.

And it was this ordinary war-to-state that officially opened the prelude to the first world war in history.

This is a duel between East and West, and it is also a struggle for world domination. The forces of both sides participated in the war with tens of millions of troops, and all civilized regions of the whole world were involved in this vast war, which shook the past and the present.

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