In this world war, the Ming Dynasty is moving with all its might.

The Northern Fear Luzhou Front, which was responsible for the main land attack, and the Dongsheng Shenzhou Front, were almost armed to the teeth.

The strength of the two fronts was 250,000 and 450,000 respectively, for a total of 700,000 troops.

Not to mention other aspects, in terms of artillery alone, the two fronts combined, there are more than 5,000 guns, and they are also unified 155 large-caliber heavy guns.

Combined with the light artillery of the legions, the number of artillery pieces was as high as tens of thousands.

In addition to artillery, there are up to 130 rocket artillery vehicles, two aviation groups, and an airship regiment to support them.

Jianghuai, who temporarily served as the commander-in-chief of the two front armies, was also a group of Meng.

In the first game of the opening game, all the heavy firepower was put out.

The roar of nearly 10,000 artillery pieces and 130 rocket artillery vehicles was simply earth-shattering.

The direction in which the Western Alliance was attacked by the Ming Dynasty directly became a purgatory on earth.

The dense artillery fell like a torrential rain, and one after another the fortifications were blown into the sky, and the trenches dug deep were flattened by artillery fire.

A soldier of the Western Alliance, before seeing the charging enemy, went to heaven and saw their God and their Allah.

What's even more unfortunate is that Omurad also judged the direction of the opponent's main attack, and stationed heavy troops here directly with Joan of Arc.

There are more than 200,000 people, hiding in the trenches like quails, allowing the bombardment of the Ming Dynasty's cannonballs like a torrential rain.

"Damn... Damn it... Why am I here, this is hell, hell of demons. ”

A middle-aged white uncle holding a gun, feeling the strong shaking of the ground and the overwhelming dirt around him, roared in despair and rushed out of the trench.

He could no longer hear the roar of the cannonballs, and his ears had already been shaken by the cannonballs and blood flowed out.

"Damn it, come back!"

A commander roared angrily, but unfortunately the other party couldn't hear it at all, and before he could reach out to grab it, a rocket hit the trench directly, and the nearly 100 soldiers hiding in this trench were swallowed up by artillery fire without even saying a word.

Even if he was lucky enough to escape the explosion, he was shocked by the shock wave of the explosion, shattering his internal organs, spurting blood and flesh from his mouth, and falling softly.

Omurad and Joan of Arc, who were hiding underground to defend the offensive, watched in silence at the flickering lights that were shaken by the artillery.

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It's not that they haven't thought about finding a solution.

But in the face of this world-destroying bombardment, they found that any of their methods were so pale and powerless.

Now the only thing they can do is to hide in this place where they think they are strong, silently pray to their God, to their Allah, that a little more soldiers can survive, that they can also survive.

The shelling went on for half an hour before it slowly stopped, and when the last shell hit the ground, taking a few lives, the whole battlefield fell silent.

"Hurry up and get out, they're attacking!"

Holding back the buzzing of his ears, Joan of Arc shouted loudly, telling the officers hiding here to hurry out and direct the soldiers to prepare for battle.

"Don't go out, there'...... The horror has only just begun. ”

Omurad, who was sitting motionless in a corner, heard Joan of Arc's cry, looked up and said a word, closed his eyes, and continued to wait.

After fighting Da Ming for so long, he is already very familiar with Da Ming's tactics.

Da Ming's tactics are very simple, only those three axes.

Artillery fire, planes bombarded, and then infantry charges to occupy positions.

Although this tactic is simple to the extreme, they just can't do anything about the other party.

As an old saying in the East says, in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery is so pale and powerless.

The officers, who got up to go out, looked at Joan of Arc.

Of course, most of the officers who got up were Western officers, and the officers of the Ottoman Empire were still resting with their eyes closed, drinking water, eating to replenish their physical strength, and they had no intention of getting up at all.

Omurad understood the Ming way of fighting, and they, as front-line officers, naturally knew better.

Seeing the motionless Ottoman courtiers, Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and told the officers to continue waiting.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a roar to be heard in the sky.

Joan of Arc, who ran outside to observe uneasily, looked at the black oppressive clouds flying in the distance, and opened his mouth into an O-shape.

As a believer in God, she could not imagine that people other than God could have the ability to fly in the sky.

"That thing is the plane, it is the most powerful weapon of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also a weapon that we can't deal with at all."

Omurad, who also walked out, looked at the group of planes slowly approaching in the distance, and explained weakly.

The artillery they can dodge or sneak attack, the enemy soldiers charged, although the opponent's weapons were advanced, but once they entered the melee hand-to-hand combat, the opponent was hit by a bullet, stabbed by a bayonet, and still died.

But as for this plane and airship flying in the sky, they have no way at all.

Their weapons can't reach each other, and the opponent's base is in the safest position in the rear, and the soldiers on defense are also very vigilant, they can't find any chance to sneak attack, they can only watch the other party fly arrogantly in the air, with that kind of machine gun bursting, with that kind of powerful bomb to harvest the lives of their soldiers.

"Attention squads, attention to squads, I am Gao Hang, the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, and now I order to cooperate with the chariot corps to launch an attack according to the plan."

"Also, it's all for Lao Tzu to remember, if anyone breaks the plane for Lao Tzu again, or throws a bomb on his own head, Lao Tzu will throw him out as a bomb."

"The First Brigade understands..."

"Second Brigade received!"

"Airship Legion received!"

Hearing the commander-in-chief's hateful explanation, the pilots who received the order all smiled awkwardly.

After several years of development, the Air Force has grown from the original 50 fighters to the current 120 fighters of the three major groups.

But the airplane is a delicate thing after all, once it is not properly operated or not maintained properly, this uncle will immediately lose his temper and lie still.

Coupled with the damage to daily training, as well as the pilot's mishandling of the crash.

Of the original 120 fighters, only 108 remain.

This number was jokingly called 108 heroes by the pilots.

The pilots have big hearts, but Gao Hang, who is the commander-in-chief, is in pain.

These planes are his lifeline, and losing one of them can hurt him for days.

But he can't help it, the pilot's ability is uneven, no matter how strict his training is, he can't avoid mistakes after all.

So every time he trains out of the task, Gao Hang will sternly admonish these bastards.

In order to support the land offensive, Zhu Zhangui handed over the two brigades to Jianghuai command.

According to the previous habits of the Ming Dynasty, it was indeed the artillery bombardment of the plane, and then the infantry charged.

But this time it was different, with Zhu Gaosui's chariot legion, Jianghuai and the two discussed it and decided to play a different game.

That is to make the Air Force abandon the bombing and choose to cover the tank corps in the sky and clear the obstacles for it.

In this way, with the cooperation of land and air, Jianghuai did not believe that the white-skinned pigs on the other side could withstand it.

"Strange, why don't they bomb!"

Seeing the arrival of the plane, Omurad, who returned to the bunker, waited for a long time and saw that there was no movement above, and suddenly doubts suddenly arose in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more unstable he became, and Omurad ignored the danger above, and rushed out with a telescope.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc's heart was also tight, and hurriedly rushed out.

As soon as he got out of the bunker, Omula's looked at the sky with a telescope.

Sure enough, the plane did not bomb, but kept circling above the position, and the airship that was slowly following behind also lowered its altitude, and flew to its own position without dropping bombs, but just hovering in the air.

"Damn, let the soldiers hurry into combat positions, the enemy has changed tactics."

Seeing the scene in the sky, Omurad immediately had a thought in his heart, Daming changed tactics.

"What's that?"

As Omurad looked at the sky, he held his binoculars and looked at Joan of Arc across the position, and suddenly exclaimed.

Omurad hurriedly adjusted the binoculars to look, and saw that on the starting position of Daming, dust and smoke were billowing out, and a roaring sound could be faintly heard.

And just at this time, a strong wind blew, blowing away the gunpowder smoke on the position, allowing him to see the situation on the opposite side clearly.

The morning sun shone on the opposite side, reflecting a cold light, and the high gun muzzle was swinging back and forth, adjusting the position of the shot.

Although these things are very slow, they are steadily coming towards their own positions.

And behind these strange things, a group of Ming soldiers, holding weapons and following this strange guy, were approaching the position.

"What is this? Steel carriage, but where are the horses? ”

Da Ming's new weapon has entered the blind spot of Omurad's knowledge.

He hadn't seen it, he hadn't received any information about it, and he didn't know what it was.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the steel stuff that was wrapped in thick dust and smoke and slowly pressed over, Omurad angrily threw the telescope in his hand to the ground.

"Inform the artillery to aim at those things, and be sure not to let them get close to the position."

Although he didn't know what it was, Omurad's years of experience on the battlefield reminded him that it was time to prepare.

His first idea was to let the artillery bombard the thing, and in his concept, there was nothing in the world that could withstand the artillery bombardment, but there was no such thing.

The order was given quickly, and the artillery, which had escaped the bombardment, pulled out of cover by the Union soldiers' hands and shoulders.

But when they came up, they were at a loss.

Because the artillery positions they had prepared, as well as the defenses that protected them, had been blown away.

In addition to the big pits around, there are pieces of empty soil that can sink half a foot when you step on it, full of blood and flesh.

"Forget about defense, aim directly, and block it at all costs."

The officer who commanded the artillery coldly gave the order.

The artillerymen who received the order turned pale, and they understood that the above was going to make them desperate.

Glancing fiercely at the commander, the artillerymen gritted their teeth and adjusted the artillery loading shells under the indifferent eyes of the overseer, waiting for the order to shoot.

"Pay attention to the vehicles, stabilize the speed, do not disconnect from the infantry, pay attention to the enemy artillery..."

"033 You bastard, where do you point the muzzle, if you shake the fucking mess, Lao Tzu will kill you with one shot."

"021, you bastard, why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated, do you want Lao Tzu to send you on the road first. ”

"011 Are you fucking strained, don't you see that you have fallen behind, hurry up and speed up Lao Tzu."

On the command vehicle in the middle, Zhu Gaosui, who showed half of his body on the turret, observed the entire battlefield with a microphone in his hand, and kept scolding.

If any car makes a mistake, it will cause him to spray wildly.

This was the first battle he took over the chariot legion, and Zhu Gaosui didn't want to drop the chain.

He didn't want to go back to live that kind of life when he was full of food, sleep, and food, his soul belonged to the battlefield, and he wanted to gallop on the battlefield as he did at the beginning.

So he cherished this opportunity very much, and didn't want to be deprived of the right to lead the troops by his eldest nephew because of his mistakes.

He doesn't have any ideas now, he just wants to fight and fulfill the expectations and instructions of his father and second brother.

"Head, we've reached combat distance."

The gunner of the command vehicle felt that he had entered the combat distance, and Zhu Gaosui was too dangerous like this, so he reminded him in a low voice.

Holding a telescope and looking around, after confirming that there was nothing wrong, Zhu Gaosui retreated into the chariot.

"Attention squads, we have only one task today, and that is to keep rushing in, until there is no enemy, or you die."

"Understood!"

"Roger!"

The response of each squad came from the radio, Zhu Gaosui took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, since the establishment of our chariot corps, it has been full of controversy. ”

"Because we spend too much money, the money to support one of our legions is enough to support five or six infantry legions."

"Many people feel that this cost is wasted, and even propose to dismiss us..."

"It was the emperor who helped us withstand the pressure, and even paid out of his own pocket to support our training."

"Now here's the chance to prove it, and it's the chance to shut up those who think we're useless."

"Lao Tzu has only one order, rush... Rush to death, as long as the chariot can move, as long as you still have a breath to charge, rush forward for me. ”

"We are not for reward, not for military merits, but for that breath, in order to repay the emperor's support and trust in us."

"Ten thousand victories in the Ming Dynasty, ten thousand victories in the chariot legion!"

"Wan Sheng!"

All the charioteers roared in unison, and the driver stepped on the accelerator directly to the end, driving the chariot to rush towards the Western Alliance Front that was faintly visible in the distance.

"Fire!"

When the leading chariot corps came into the approximate firing range, the Western Alliance immediately gave the order to open fire.

Although the Western Alliance artillery soldiers were terrified when they looked at the steel gadgets that could move on their own, they were also very frightened by the broadswords and muzzles of the warlords behind them.

So between certain death and possible death, they chose to possibly die.

With the officer's order, looking at the chariot rushing on the opposite side, the gun commander, whose legs began to tremble a little, ignited the cannon.

With a "boom", the artillery retreated violently, and a solid bullet flew out with a roar.

"Bell!"

A sound of gold and iron rang out, and the ball cannonball smashed straight on the chariot.

The expected penetration of the enemy did not appear, and the iron ball smashed on the steel chariot and was directly bounced away, and the chariot that ran forward like a mad cow did not even stop.

Before the Western Alliance soldiers who saw this scene were surprised, the hit chariot seemed to have suffered some kind of shame, gave up the target that was originally going to be bombarded, and adjusted the muzzle to aim at the direction where the shell flew just now.

With a flash of fire from the muzzle, there was a loud bang in the distance, and a cannon barrel covered with blood and flesh flew straight into the sky.

"Kill!"

The quiet battlefield was disrupted by the shouts of artillery, and the speed of the chariots, coupled with the ignorance of the enemy's artillery bombardment, under the manipulation of the driver, roared into the defensive line of the Western Alliance.

Artillery roared, machine guns fired, lives shouted in terror were harvested, flesh and blood, tank tracks crushed to pulp.

The soldiers of the Western Alliance, who were already trembling with their spirits under the bombardment of artillery, looked at the invincible chariots in their own front, and their spirits finally reached their peak.

The Ming soldiers who rushed in with the chariot became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the first front of the Western Alliance, almost without any decent resistance, collapsed on all fronts.

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