In the trench of the new army in Jingying in Wuqing County on the middle road, Yang Guozhu grabbed his big knife, and his eyes were blood-red.

Yang Guozhu never imagined that the battle situation would be like this.

The 60,000 Beijing New Army, equipped with new Mini rifles and curved guns, was supposed to be the leading armed force of this era, but it collapsed under the impact of Li Zhi's infantry fighting vehicles.

A hundred infantry fighting vehicles were like a hundred Grim Reapers, rampage across the battlefield at a speed of eighteen kilometers per hour, smashing Yang Guozhu's soldiers and horses into a mess. The so-called curved guns simply did not have a chance to fire calmly. All the new troops of the Beijing camp who came out of the trench looked at the infantry fighting vehicles on the battlefield with wide panicked eyes, and looked at the high-speed rotating Gatling machine guns, which were chased by the infantry fighting vehicles like a plague god.

There were also brave soldiers who rushed to the infantry fighting vehicles with the unique flowering shells of the Beijing camp, trying to blow up these invincible war machines with human flesh and gunpowder. However, in front of the machine guns that fired 130 rounds per minute, humans were so small that they were beaten into a sieve in an instant.

Yang Guozhu coughed violently, he couldn't understand what was in front of him.

Yang Guozhu is fifty-eight years old, he has chased and killed Gao Yingxiang in Shaanxi and Henan, followed Lu Xiangsheng in Beizhili, fought with Li Zicheng in Huguang, and fought Huang Taiji in Jinzhou. The fish-scale iron armor on his body has gone through countless blood and fire, and I don't know how many times it has been repaired.

The shiny and whitish ones on the scale armor are the new ones that have been repaired, while the ones that are dark and black are the old ones. This set of armor intertwined with old and new armor pieces was jokingly called "beggar armor" by Yang Guozhu's personal soldiers, and became a must in the Beijing camp.

But Yang Guozhu didn't care about this title at all, but was extremely proud to have such a set of battle-hardened iron armor.

However, at this time, the beggar armor on Yang Guozhu's body was trembling violently, making an uncontrollable sound of metal collision.

The soldiers around the rebellious general all looked at Yang Guozhu in panic.

Yang Guozhu not only kept coughing, but also couldn't control his body anymore, trembling violently in the trench. The snow-white sideburns under the old man's helmet are very eye-catching, coupled with the blood-red eyes and trembling body, which together form a desperate picture.

This is a picture that no subordinate soldier wants to see.

Yang Guozhu couldn't help but tremble, and in front of him were more than a hundred invincible infantry fighting vehicles, which were like Pangu Chiyou in ancient mythology, turning the Beijing camp recruits armed with rifles into pigs and sheep slaughtered at will. Every second, hundreds of new troops in Beijing fell under the flames of machine guns, blood flowing all over the ground.

What's even more terrifying is the powerlessness that comes from not being able to kill the enemy at all.

The curved artillery that had broken out of the trench also tried to attack the infantry fighting vehicles with the curved guns, but the result was completely ineffective. Not to mention the fact that it is extremely difficult for the projectile curved artillery shells to hit the infantry fighting vehicles traveling at high speed, even if one or two shells are lucky enough to explode next to the infantry fighting vehicles, they will not be able to blow up the heavy armor of the combat vehicles at all.

Obviously, Li Zhi's infantry fighting vehicle was designed with the firepower of the new army in Beijing in mind, and completely restrained the weapons of the new army.

The only way to do this is to blow it up with a lot of gunpowder.

Led by a brave officer, a cavalryman of a "bureau" charged eight infantry fighting vehicles leaning together with bags of flowering shells. The cavalry of a bureau was about two hundred and eighty men. These cavalry were the elite of the elite of the Beijing camp, and everyone rode fat horses, and their riding skills were very exquisite.

Because they did not wear armor, these light cavalry could even run at a top speed of 40 kilometers per hour when charging.

However, in the face of the Gatling gun, even elite cavalry was meaningless. At a distance of three hundred meters, the cavalrymen were strafed by machine guns, bullets rained down on the front of the cavalry, and the soldiers on horseback were called one by one and fell to the ground.

One machine gun can fire one hundred and thirty rounds in one minute, and eight tanks can fire more than a thousand rounds in one minute. And the closer the cavalry got to the infantry fighting vehicle, the higher the hit rate of the machine gun. But even if only a quarter of the bullets hit the target, they could finish out all the cavalry on the opposite side.

The two hundred and eighty elite cavalry were like dominoes, falling on the battlefield one after another. The sack carrying the pride of the Beijing camp fell on the battlefield, and the flowering bullets in the sack were scattered everywhere, rolling in the blood that rushed out of the cavalry.

In the end, all the cavalry of a bureau were killed and turned into corpses.

The new army of Jingying on the battlefield was stunned one by one when they saw the sacrifice of these elite cavalry.

Since the elite cavalry can't rush forward, there is still a slight possibility of victory in this battle?

The new army on the battlefield gradually collapsed.

The soldiers, who had been hit by the infantry fighting vehicles, gave up their attacks and began to retreat towards the trench in groups. While some of the most elite soldiers were still holding out outside the trenches, most of the units that had been "ravaged" by infantry fighting vehicles had broken down in morale and lost all organizational skills.

In the trench, Yang Guozhu's blood-red eyes widened, as if he wanted to shoot out his eyeballs.

He can't lose.

This battle is a decisive battle of the Ming Dynasty, and if Yang Guozhu loses, the Ming Dynasty will be over.

For more than 200 years, 16 emperors ruled the country with Confucianism, which left a deep imprint on the land of China. After ruling for so many years, the rule of the Ming Dynasty has become a part of China. It can be said that Daming is Huaxia, and Huaxia is Daming. All the loyal ministers who were immersed in Confucianism could not accept the possibility that the Ming Dynasty would be overthrown and replaced.

Perhaps some long-term figures who judge the situation can understand Li Zhi's rise, but some people who adhere to loyalty and filial piety cannot. At least Yang Guozhu can't accept this possibility.

Looking at the new army of the Son of Heaven that was about to collapse completely, Yang Guozhu's chest rose and fell violently.

The generals and colonels around Yang Guozhu looked at the bleak situation on the battlefield, and they were so anxious that their faces were full of blood. If it goes on like this, it is no longer a question of winning or losing, but whether you can save your life and whether you can save your family's life.

The Li clan is famous for their iron blood in destroying the enemy.

Suddenly, on the battlefield, the headquarters of the Tiger Ben Army, where Li Zhi was located, suddenly sounded the horn of three long and two short. With the waving of the flag, the sound of the horn soon spread to the other hilltop command points, and the order was transmitted.

All the infantry fighting vehicles stopped firing at once, and the horrific slaughter on the battlefield was suspended.

The soldiers of the Tiger Army, who were following behind the infantry fighting vehicle, suddenly shouted in unison: "Surrender!" “

"Drop!"

"Drop!"

Obviously, Li Zhi's Tiger Ben army was unwilling to wantonly kill the new army of Jingying, which was also Han Chinese, and began to recruit the soldiers of the Son of Heaven on the battlefield.

The generals around Yang Guozhu looked at Yang Guozhu in surprise.

"General! King Qi has surrendered! “

"General! If you surrender now, you can still save the next family. “

"Admiral, come down!"

The generals around Yang Guozhu had already lost confidence in the battle situation, and when they heard Li Zhi's surrender order, Qi Qi began to persuade Yang Guozhu.

Yang Guozhu's eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes again, this puppet was already in tears.

"My brother and my son all died for the country in the past, and I am the only general?"

Yang Guozhu looked around at the surrounding soldiers and roared angrily: "I am only a general? ”

He grabbed the scimitar in his hand and strode out of the trench.

"Follow the old man out of the trench to kill the thief!!"