In order to prevent the soldiers from killing their own people, Omurad directly assigned his own troops.

"Ready!"

Under the roar of the officers, nearly a thousand soldiers armed with rifles similar to the second generation of the Ming Dynasty aimed at the hundreds of Polish cavalry who were retreating in disarray.

And the unlucky Polish cavalry, only noticed the back, not the front.

By the time they got closer, they realized that it was too late.

"Fire!"

With the officer's order, the soldier neatly pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of gunfire rang out with gunsmoke, dense bullets whistled out, and a blood mist exploded in the cavalry group.

"Damn, we're our own people......"

The Polish cavalry general, who had been shot in the shoulder, roared loudly in anger.

Unfortunately, the other side ignored him at all, and under the shouts of the Ottoman officers, the second round of gunfire rang out again.

As the bullets flew by, the remaining dozens of Polish cavalry fell to the ground with a roar.

"If the order goes down, and those who attack the front will be punished as traitors."

Looking coldly at the corpse in front of the position, Omurad coldly gave the order.

Joan of Arc, who was also embarrassed to withdraw, remained silent about this, and it was clear that she acquiesced to Omurad's orders.

"Click...... Tweet......"

As soon as the Polish cavalry was dealt with on the side of the Western Alliance, the grinding of tracks was heard in the distance.

Hearing this demonic whisper, Omurad's face was gloomy and ugly.

For this strange steel monster, he was terrified to the extreme.

"No, we have to find a way to deal with this thing, otherwise the second front won't be able to hold it!"

Looking in the direction of the sound of crawler friction from the smoke rising in the distance, Omurad slammed his fist.

"But what to do with them?"

Also looking at Joan of Arc in the distance, his face fell into sorrow.

"Their defense is so strong, the guns are completely useless, and even the shells are bombarded, leaving only a trace, we can't stop them at all, I'm afraid that the only one who can deal with this thing is God has come."

"Who said that!"

Omurad snorted coldly, and under the expectant gaze of everyone, he said coldly: "No matter how strong the defense is, there is a critical point, and the guns and shells can't penetrate because the power is not enough." ”

"As long as we find something powerful, we can destroy these demons."

Speaking of which, he looked at the artillery positions.

"Our researchers have experimented that when there is enough gunpowder, it will burst into super power."

"We can gather the gunpowder and have the soldiers get close to the steel stuff to detonate the gunpowder."

"What!"

Hearing this, the people around him exclaimed, and Joan of Arc was even more excited: "But even if you destroy that steel thing by doing this, the soldier will not be able to come back alive." ”

"So what!"

Omurad glared at her sharply, gritted his teeth, and said, "Which one do you think is more important than the loss of a dozen people and the entire front." ”

The people around fell silent again.

"Inform the warriors who dare to die, and all those who participate will be rewarded heavily, and their sons can become nobles and obtain the status of barons, and if they can destroy one, they will be promoted to viscounts, and if they destroy two, they will be promoted to earls, ......and so on."

"If I can destroy only 5 of them, I am willing to make his children the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire, and give the corresponding land as a fief."

Omurad also fought hard, and in order to deal a heavy blow to Daming, he offered the heaviest reward ever.

With such a high reward, not to mention those soldiers, even the officers around them listened to it with a burst of heat.

God, that's the Grand Duke, and it's also the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire, and his identity is no worse than that of the kings of some small countries, and even the kings of some small countries have to be polite when they see the Grand Duke of the Ottoman Empire.

"What are you doing in a daze, pass on the news, 20 minutes...... It takes me 20 minutes for these people and things to reach me. ”

Seeing that the people around him were stunned when they heard his bounty, Omurad roared angrily.

In an instant, the officers rushed out quickly and informed the soldiers of the bounty offered by Omurad.

As soon as the news spread, the soldiers were boiling.

Especially those who are old, have children and daughters, and their hearts are touched.

They are already so old, and their struggle on the battlefield is nothing more than for their children.

Now that there is an opportunity to soar into the sky, they will naturally not let it go.

"I'll go!"

"Count me in!"

"Damn, fight for the nobility."

"Bastard boy, your noble title was earned by Lao Tzu with his life."

There must be a brave man under the great reward, and this saying is true in the East, and it is also true in the West.

Such a heavy reward made many people abandon life and death at once, especially those who are a little older and have children, and they are even more enthusiastic to sign up.

In less than 10 minutes, hundreds of people joined the death squad.

And the artillery in the rear was also tying up explosives bags, in order to blow up the Ming chariot, which was a great threat to them, they didn't even plan to use the cannons, and directly bundled all the propellants into explosives bags.

On the other side, in order to buy time for the recruiters to bundle the explosives packs, Omurad personally waved a white flag and blocked the front of the chariot corps led by Zhu Gaosui.

Zhu Gaosui didn't want to take care of it, but so many people watched it, and everyone came out with white flags, and if he didn't pay attention to it, it would be rude, so he ordered the team to stop.

"I don't know what the identity of the commander is in Daming."

Looking at Zhu Gaosui, who was sitting on the chariot and squinting at him with cold eyes, Omurad asked with a smile.

"Let him say something quickly, let go of a fart quickly, surrender, hurry up, don't play any tricks!"

After listening to the translator's translation, Zhu Gaosui waved his hand impatiently, and at the same time glanced at the somewhat panting infantry who were running behind the tank.

In addition to not gossiping, but more importantly, after fighting for so long and running so far, the physical strength of the heavily armed infantry has almost reached its limit.

There is still a hard battle to be fought next, and now that there is a chance to breathe, it is natural to let the infantry take a breather.

Omurad, who was on the other side, listened to the translator's translation, and didn't care about it, but continued to smile and said: "Your Excellency, there is actually no absolute conflict of interest between the two of us, why can't we sit down and talk about it?" ”

"Talk about your mother's size!"

The arrogant layman is not a good talker, in front of the two brothers of the eldest nephew of this family, he is a very good talker, but in front of others, he is a violent temper.

Hearing that the other party was not nutritious, Zhu Gao scolded him directly.

"What do you want me to do? Translated from the past! ”

After scolding, seeing that the translator next to him looked embarrassed, Zhu Gaosui was unhappy and sprayed the translator again.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao, it's not that his subordinates don't translate, but I don't know how to translate."

"You..."

Zhu Gaosui glared, and the translator shrank his neck in fright.

"Forget it, you tell him to either surrender immediately or continue fighting, there is nothing to talk about."

"Yes!"

The translator wiped his sweat and hurriedly translated Zhu Gaosui's words.

"Beep beep ......"

After listening to what the interpreter on the other side said, Omurad, who was about to continue to ramble and buy time, heard a whistle behind him.

This was the signal he had agreed with Joan of Arc to inform him as soon as the rear was ready.

"That's a pity, in fact, we can really sit down and talk, there's no need to fight like this......"

Omurad shrugged his shoulders regretfully, took off his hat, saluted slightly, and walked to his position without fear.

"Your Highness...... Do you want to him, this guy doesn't seem to have a low status! ”

A rifleman squatting next to Zhu Gaosui's command car squinted at Omurad, who was walking back with a big grin, and put forward a suggestion to shoot the black gun.

Zhu Gaosui's heart was instantly moved.

As the guy who used to manage the North Town Fuji, how could he be a good bird.

However, just as he was about to nod, Omurad, who was walking forward with a big grin on the opposite side, suddenly jumped down when he passed a trench and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Your uncle, it's late, you shouldn't hesitate!"

Seeing this scene, Zhu Gao was so angry that he scolded your mother, jumped into the chariot and roared: "Attack Lao Tzu to kill them, catch that bastard, Lao Tzu will skin him alive!" ”

"Boom Rumble Rumble......"

The chariot legion rumbled forward, and the infantry following the chariot also stared ahead with full vigilance.

It will take time for the artillery side to change positions, the air force side is going back to reload, and the position of the second line of defense has not yet suffered a large-scale blow, although there is a tank cover, but in this kind of chaotic battlefield, no one knows whether they will be unlucky, so it is better to be careful.

"Brothers, O Rush, the great God and Allah will bless our ......"

"For the sake of our children, for the sake of the noble title!"

Just when the Ming Army was less than 200 meters away from the second line of defense in the west, a heart-rending roar suddenly came from the opposite line of defense.

Immediately after that, hundreds of Western Alliance soldiers with shields, light armor and explosives bags on their backs rushed over in a straggler formation.

"Fire, kill them, don't let them get close to the chariot......"

An officer in charge of commanding the infantry, when he saw the explosive bag on his back on the opposite side, instantly understood the idea of the Western Alliance, and immediately yelled at the infantry to shoot.

Having received the order, the infantrymen did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

At the same time, the chariot that noticed this scene also launched a barrage attack.

"Da Da Da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets were as dense as a torrential rain, and the death squads rushed out by the Western coalition were directly subjected to the most ferocious attack.

In the face of Da Ming's formidable firepower, the shields in their hands barely worked.

In just the blink of an eye, half of the hundreds of death squads that rushed out fell down.

A lucky shot killed, and the unlucky one was directly hit by the explosive bag behind him, the explosive bag was penetrated, the gunpowder was spilled, and it touched the flames caused by the bombing just now, and an explosion occurred instantly, and the unlucky guy who was carrying the explosive bag disappeared into the world without even making a scream.

Looking at a dead daredevil, Omula's eyes did not fluctuate.

These are just the baits he throws out, and the real killer is the absolute death of his men.

As early as these men rushed out, Omurad had his most loyal men, with two hundred Ottoman dead soldiers, bypass the frontal battlefield, turn over the line from both flanks, and crawl forward close to the chariot corps of the Ming Dynasty.

The order that Omurad gave them was to wait for the Ming to attack, and take advantage of the Ming army's inattention to directly pounce and give a heavy blow.

It's a pity that Omurad doesn't know.

Zhu Gaosui, who had fought a cold weapon war for half his life, had a habit of putting flank troops on both sides and behind the main force to prevent a sudden sneak attack by other enemies, and the frontal army could not react.

Although these flanks were small in number, ranging from a few hundred to a few hundred, they were equipped with the finest weapons.

The officers were all submachine guns, while the soldiers on the other flanks were holding the 4th generation semi-automatic rifles of the Ming Dynasty.

Don't look at the fact that they only have a hundred people, their powerful firepower is not worth facing thousands of enemies, not to mention a hundred little mice.

"Hehe, I originally thought that our brothers could only watch the excitement, but I didn't expect to be able to catch some desserts to eat."

In the direction of the flank of the chariot corps, an officer in camouflage uniform, looking at the Ottoman death squad secretly crawling close to the chariot corps in the telescope, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brothers, the opportunity to fight rats has come, don't grab one person at a time."

The order was given in a whisper, and in a burst of laughter, the riflemen, also wearing camouflage suits, raised their guns and aimed at the dirt rats in the distance.

"Hit!"

After waiting for a moment to feel the same, the officer let out a low shout, stood up violently, aimed at the earth mouse not far away, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

Instantly, there was a burst of gunfire.

The Ottoman death squads, who secretly advanced with explosives bags on their backs, met their Allah in a daze before they could figure out what was going on.

There was only a brief exchange of fire between the two wings, but the frontal battle was filled with gunfire.

The chariots were steadily advancing against the rain of bullets on the opposite side.

The artillery and machine guns on the chariot did not stop for a moment, frantically suppressing the fire on the opposite side.

And the infantry following behind the chariot was also constantly looking for opportunities to shoot at the opposite side.

At this time, there was no aiming at all, and it was completely a frantic release of bullets in the opposite direction.

In this kind of frontal battlefield battle, whoever can fire more bullets in a short period of time and who can suppress the opponent will be the final victor.

The results are obvious.

Although the main army of the Ming Dynasty, which was responsible for the attack, still used the third-generation bolt rifle.

It's not worse, it's just worse.

On the opposite side of the Western Alliance, except for a small number of elites equipped with paper-shell rifles, ninety percent of them still use breech-loading flintlock pistols.

In the face of Daming's crazy firepower, the soldiers of the Western Alliance were stunned.

They had just fired a shot from their side, and before the bullets had been loaded, there were at least three shots from the opposite side.

And that's just rifle fire.

The heavy machine guns on the chariots and the submachine guns in the hands of the officers raised despair in their hearts.

Seeing the partners around him being put down one by one, the hearts of the soldiers of the Western Alliance were about to collapse.

This fucking war, it's a naked massacre.

Even more unlucky.

The gunpowder used by their artillery was all made into explosive packs, and now those artillerymen couldn't shoot a single shot, so they could only watch the chariot regiment of the Ming Dynasty, howling and rushing to their own positions and slaughtering their comrades.

(End of chapter)