"Hey, it's pretty good!"

Just when the Ming Dynasty was preparing reinforcements to support Jerusalem, the troops sent by the Ottoman Empire also rushed outside Jerusalem.

Qi Yuan, who was standing on the city wall and holding a telescope, couldn't help but chuckle when he looked at the Ottoman soldiers camped in the distance and patrolling in groups.

Line formation, in the eyes of the West, is still a very advanced tactic, and the Ming Dynasty stopped playing it a few years ago.

The current Ming Dynasty, the main force of the National Defense Force, is fighting in the style of three or three stragglers, coupled with advanced weapons, to deal with this kind of line infantry phalanx, it is like hammering eggs, one hammer is accurate.

However, Qi Yuan had to sigh, these Western white-skinned pigs have a fast learning ability.

If a few years ago, when the Ming Dynasty was still using line infantry phalanxes, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose against the current elite army of the Ottoman Empire.

"How? Do you have the confidence to defend it? ”

Saxu'er, who was also holding a telescope on the side, saw the other party's offensive and defensive military camp, and asked Qi Yuan with some worry.

"Hehe, you should ask me if I have the confidence to take him down."

Retracting the binoculars, Qi Yuan smiled disdainfully: "It's not me bragging, 1,000 people!" ”

Qi Yuan stretched out a finger and said to Saxu'er: "With only 1,000 soldiers, I can beat these guys on the other side and can't even find his own mother." ”

Sashel was even more puzzled now.

"If you have the confidence to deal with these guys, why do you want Rocco to send troops back."

Qi Yuan shrugged his shoulders and replied as he walked towards the command room on the city wall: "Although I am confident that I will deal with those guys on the other side, the other party is not a weak woman who is powerless, and casualties will definitely not be avoided in the battle." ”

"This is not our territory, let alone our country, why should I risk my brother's life to defend the territory of someone else's country."

After saying that, in Saxu'er's thoughtfulness, Qi Yuan waved his hand and said: "Send a telegram to Rocco, let him hurry up, the guys on the other side will rest today, and they will probably attack tomorrow." ”

"There will be dead and wounded in battle, and I don't want my brothers to die in a foreign land in order to protect foreigners."

Hearing this, Saxu'er smiled and nodded, followed Qi Yuan into the command room, and sent a telegram to Rocco who was far north, urging him to send troops back quickly.

And in order to speed up the march, Sashel also promised the other party that the army that came back to rescue would not need to bring heavy weapons such as artillery, and the city of Jerusalem had prepared it for them.

After receiving the telegram, Rocco learned that the Ottoman army had surrounded the city of Jerusalem, and in a fit of tension, he hurriedly urged the troops who had returned to the rescue to rush to the city of Jerusalem as quickly as possible to annihilate or drive away the Ottomans.

Outside Jerusalem, in an Ottoman barracks.

Ochbenri looked at the two flags in Jerusalem, his brows furrowed together.

He knew the flag of the Rocco Kingdom, another unfamiliar flag, he had only heard of it, if he guessed correctly, it should be the Ming Army Flag that His Majesty the King said.

"Damned traitor, he actually gave the city of Jerusalem to those yellow-skinned monkeys in the east."

Looking at the soldiers on the city wall in uniforms that were very different from those in the West, Ochibengri couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Almost all of the weapons and tactics of the West are based on the Ming Dynasty of the East, and the military strategists of various Western countries know very well in their hearts that the West is more than one generation inferior to the East in terms of weapons and combat skills, and even several generations.

Some military experts estimate that if now the most elite corps in the West meets the troops of the East.

It is unknown whether 10,000 people can defeat the other party's 1,000 people, which is still in favor, if the two sides are equal, 1,000 Ming soldiers are estimated to be able to chase 10,000 Western troops.

This is not a gap between the soldiers of the two sides, but a gap in weapons and equipment.

The most sophisticated gun in the West today is the flintlock pistol used today.

And what about Daming's side.

According to the news that they have fought with the other side or inquirement, the Ming soldiers generally use a rear-loading paper-shell bullet rifle, and even some elite troops are equipped with copper-shelled bullets.

That rifle shoots very fast.

The most skilled flintlock gunners in the West can fire up to 3~4 rounds per minute.

And as far as they know, the Ming soldiers who use new weapons, if they are simply aiming, can shoot 10 or even 15 rounds of bullets a minute.

In addition to the number of bullets fired, the range of the two sides is not in the same order of magnitude.

Daming's new rear-loading rifles have an effective firing range of 300 meters, and the maximum firing range even reaches 600 meters or even 700 meters.

As for the flintlock pistols in the West, the general shooting distance is only 70 to 80 meters, and the hit rate is still very poor.

If you want to improve your hit power and lethality, 30 to 40 meters is the best distance.

But such a short distance was enough for the Ming soldiers to kill them twice one by one.

It is precisely for various reasons that many Western military experts do not recommend starting a war with the Ming Dynasty, because in their opinion, the West has no possibility of victory due to the technological gap between the two sides.

Of course, there is no solution.

Out of the study of the Ming Dynasty, some military experts in the West put forward two ways to deal with the Ming army.

The first is to load the flintlock pistol with bullets and bayonets, rush to the side of the Ming army in the way of a straggler who is not afraid of death, and fight with the opponent after a round of shooting.

And the second way, which is to launch a surprise attack at night.

No matter how sophisticated the weapon is, the combat effectiveness at night will plummet, although the weapons of the Ming are powerful, they have not yet discovered that the Ming has a way to solve the night battle.

Therefore, these two methods are the only possibility that the Western army can defeat the Ming Dynasty.

"It seems that if you want to occupy this city, you can only choose to fight at night, I hope the Ming army is as those military experts say!"

Retracting the monoculars, Och Benri sighed, and decided to test it tonight to see if the Ming army was as powerful as the legend said.

Perhaps even the heavens bless Westerners, but tonight is a cloudy day, covered by thick dark clouds and stars, and the whole earth is dark.

The first half of the night was peaceful, and in the second half of the night, when people were at their most sleepy, there was some noise in the Ottoman barracks.

Some soldiers who were not wearing armor but only simple leather armor, holding wooden shields and blades wrapped in black cloth, protected thousands of soldiers with flintlock pistols and barrels of explosives, slowly approached the city of Jerusalem.

Ochbenri didn't plan to attack on a large scale, he just wanted to test and test tonight to see if the Ming army was as strong as the legend said.

If that were the case, he would consider abandoning the city of Jerusalem and attacking the logistics of Rocco's army in close quarters, or if necessary, cooperating with the main army and launching a surprise attack.

If the Ming army is not as strong as the legend, just a papier-mâché tiger, the tentative attack will turn into a ferocious assault, trying to take the city of Jerusalem, the holy land of the three religions, before the Rocco army returns to the rescue.

Ochibenli sent two kinds of soldiers, considering whether it would be more lethal to combat at night or cold weapons, so he engaged in this half-ancient and half-modern army.

The number of troops attacking this sneak attack was not large, just over 2,000 people, and the leader was Olavimo, the son of Ochibenri.

Olavimo, who was advised by his father, was very careful along the way, always vigilant about the situation on the city wall.

The camp where the Ottoman troops were stationed was ten miles away from the city of Jerusalem.

The reason why the camp was so far away was to guard against the fire of the Ming artillery.

It took nearly an hour to reach a mile from the city of Jerusalem.

Looking at the firelight on the distant city walls, and the dense barbed wire fence beneath the walls, Olavimo took a deep breath and patted the two soldiers with large scissors to get them moving.

Two soldiers in leather armor and large scissors in their hands, after receiving instructions, slowly crawled forward dragging the scissors.

When they came to the barbed wire, one held on to the barbed wire to prevent making a sound, and the other held a large pair of scissors and gritted his teeth to cut hard.

There were only a few clicks, and a gap was cut in the barbed wire.

The two soldiers, who had cleared the first barbed wire, got into the gap and began to crawl forward slowly.

Olavimo also took the army, one by one through the barbed wire.

One, two, three...

When the sixth barbed wire fence was cut, the gate of Jerusalem appeared not far from them.

Seeing that the Ming army had not discovered their actions until now, the corners of Olavimo's mouth couldn't help but show a mocking smile.

His father seemed to be really old, and some rumors scared him into suspicion.

If the Ming army really had such a god, how could they not find out that they were approaching the city gate.

Glancing at the faint light of the fire on the city wall and the occasional sound of patrol footsteps, Olavimo took a deep breath, took out a flintlock pistol in his left hand, took off the short axe behind his back in his right hand, and swung forward sharply to give the order to attack.

"Whoa..."

A group of Ottoman soldiers holding wooden barrels, after receiving the order from the team leader, slowly got up and ran quickly towards the door with wooden barrels.

"Click!"

Suddenly, a soldier running forward with a wooden barrel under his feet, not knowing what he was stepping on, only heard a click, and a small iron bucket bounced off the ground, and before anyone else could react, what was this?

Hearing a bang, the small iron bucket exploded instantly, countless steel balls were sprayed out, and the group of soldiers who rushed up instantly fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

The explosion also alerted the city walls, and after a shout, a small window suddenly appeared on each of the two gates, and then two tubular muzzles were protruded, and long tongues of fire erupted.

"Da Da Da..."

Bullets flew wildly at the city gates, and some Ottoman soldiers, who could not hide, screamed and fell to the ground.

And on the city wall, grenades with smoke from their tails were thrown, and violent explosions covered a position of several tens of meters in front of the city gate.

Even more unfortunate was that a wooden barrel that had just been carried by the Ottoman soldiers was destroyed by an explosion, and black gunpowder was scattered all over the sky.

When the powder touched the wood ignited by the explosion, it burst into flames, and then the rest of the barrels reacted on the spot with a deafening roar.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting!"

The fire continued for a quarter of an hour, and an officer heard that there was no reaction from below, and shouted to stop the soldier who was throwing a grenade shooting below, and after letting the soldier fire a flare, the probe took a look, and waved his hand to restore everyone to normal.

Ochbenri, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked at the city gate without movement, and silently closed his eyes.

Is it the gap?

His son and the 2,000 soldiers died at the gates of the city with almost no resistance.

He didn't know if anyone was still alive, but in the midst of the dense explosions and frenzied shooting, Ochiben estimated that even if anyone was alive, there would not be more than a hundred.

"What kind of weapon is that, it can shoot continuously......"

Aoqi's mind is full of tongues of fire that beat wildly at the gates of the city.

He didn't dare to imagine that if Da Ming had this kind of continuous firing weapon, wouldn't the line infantry formation they were so proud of be a living target.

As the sky gradually brightened, dozens of wounded soldiers climbed back with each other's arms.

Ochiben did not find his son in it, and it was not until dawn that the army began to open the door and come out to collect the body, and he returned to the barracks with a blank expression.

After letting the troops retreat ten miles again, Ochibengri returned to the camp alone, took out a piece of parchment and quill, and began to write.

My dear majesty, when you received this letter, my barracks retreated another ten miles.

Just yesterday, I asked my son to launch a night raid with 2,000 soldiers.

At the beginning of the approach, everything went very well, but when they reached the city gate, they were exposed.

According to the wounded soldiers, it was a strange weapon, and when a person stepped on it, an iron can would pop out, and it would explode, and it would shoot countless murderous beads, and my son, Olavimo, was pierced through the head by a steel ball.

Of course, I don't say this to make you feel sorry for my lost son, I just want to tell you that this weapon is just an appetizing dessert for night raid combat.

Next, Da Ming used a new weapon, a weapon that could fire bullets in bursts.

Allah, I swear to you that I never thought in my life that there would be such a terrible weapon in this world.

It is like the scythe of death, when it touches it, it will mercilessly take away the soul.

It is like a farmer's sickle for harvesting wheat, wielding it from side to side, and the life it touches is either dead or maimed.

Here I have to tell you with regret that what we thought was a very strong, very good line infantry formation was only a living target under this weapon.

I can tell you responsibly that I do not have the confidence to complete the task you have given me, and I even have serious doubts about whether we will win the war in the future.

Maybe when I say this, you will feel very angry and angry, and feel that I am growing the morale of the enemy and destroying our fighting spirit.

But I have to tell you cruelly, this is the case, and the strength of Da Ming is really unimaginable.

This is just a force of the Ming Dynasty, and it is hard for me to imagine that if the Ming Dynasty launches a war with all its might, our Ottoman Empire will face what terrible scenes it will face.

As your most loyal soldier, I am compelled to suggest to you that a temporary compromise may be a very good option until we do not have the strength to confront the Ming head-on.

Commander of the Ottoman Expeditionary Corps, Morad. Ochbenri!

With his name written and his stamp stamped, Ochiberni handed the letter to the herald.

"You must hand it over to His Majesty the King yourself, and tell him that I will fight according to the second method."

When the heralds had departed, Ochbenri glanced at the city of Jerusalem and the place where his son had died, silently took up his hat and put it on his head, and followed the troops into a distant retreat.

(End of chapter)