Originally, rapid-fire guns were designed according to the standards of anti-aircraft guns, and high burst accuracy was the basic requirement. Coupled with the blessing of sights, this made the Ming army tanks shoot with quite high accuracy.

Basically, if a Mongolian soldier dared to expose his whole head from the trench, bullets would come at him. Then, the head would disappear.

They really disappeared! It was a physical disappearance, not a visual disappearance. Although, these Mongolian soldiers imitated the Ming army and all wore steel helmets.

A steel helmet is little different from a layer of paper in front of a 25mm rapid-fire artillery shell. As long as it is hit, the head will be a pile of broken bones and flesh.

Li Xiao provided quite sufficient training funds for this tank unit!

In the past year or so, not counting fuel consumption, the number of artillery shells destroyed by shooting alone was as high as hundreds of thousands. These artillery shells were enough to fight a battle.

The direct consequence is that hundreds of tank barrels are replaced in a year.

Nowadays, it can be said that it is natural to achieve such a record on the battlefield.

What a pity! The Ming Dynasty has long passed the era of Li Xiao personally leading troops. Li Xiao, who wanted to see the tank battles in these years, could only wait for news from the battlefield in the capital.

Zu Kuan opened the hatch of the tank and put his head out with his goggles on. After all, the command line of sight was still too narrow inside the tank.

As soon as he poked his head out, a mortar shell hit the turret.

The hard armor directly flew the mortar shells away. The shells exploded on the track before they hit the ground.

Countless tiny shrapnel hit the car body, making a scalp-numbing sound.

Because of the angle, Zu Kuan's head was lucky not to be hit by the shrapnel. However, Zu Kuan was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head.

The only rocket launcher that could cause damage to the tank was destroyed after one round of firing. Also destroyed was the city of Tashkent, whose walls had withstood hundreds of years of wind and rain.

The last time this kind of stone city wall suffered such serious damage was during Genghis Khan's Western Expedition.

The Ming army shot very accurately, but the Mongolian rifles could not reach the tanks at all. The battlefield became a Shura field of unilateral killing!

There were piles of dead people, mostly shot in the head, and all the corpses in the trenches were headless.

Unable to hit the enemy, but being stared at and beaten by the enemy. The Mongolians' nerves soon collapsed!

However, after a collapse, people's reactions are different.

Many Mongolian men threw off their robes and rushed out of the trenches with their rifles in hand. The bayonets on their rifles sparkled in the dim sunlight.

These are real warriors. They would rather die in a dignified battle than be pinned to death in a hole like mice.

However, the fate of these people was relatively miserable. The rhythm of the tank's bursts of fire remained unchanged, but their bodies were torn apart by the shells one after another.

Being hit by a 25mm artillery shell, one round is enough to break a person into several unrelated pieces.

The courage of the warriors is very commendable and inspiring. More Mongolians rushed out shirtless and launched a desperate charge.

Another feature of the rapid-fire cannon is its fast rate of fire. When there are more people, burst fire turns into strafing fire.

Usually a hundred or so Mongolians rush out of the trenches and charge ten seconds while holding bayonets and howling. A long string of artillery shells will sweep over them!

The shells whipped into the crowd like whips, and then the human body exploded into clouds of blood mist, and then the broken limbs and arms kept flying.

And then..., there is no more, everyone is dead.

The power of the double 25 rapid-fire cannons can ensure that no one among these people will gasp for breath.

Some other Mongolians, seeing that the situation was not right, threw their guns on the ground, climbed out of the trench and ran backwards. As they ran, they danced and howled.

God knows what they are howling! From such a long distance, neither party can hear clearly.

But these people died the worst!

There are artillery shells from the Ming army behind you, and your own machine guns in front of you.

If you abandon your position and run away, your chance of survival is zero. There is no such thing as this!

Because behind the position, there were more than a hundred Maxim heavy machine guns.

The last wave of Mongolians squatted in the trench with their guns in their hands. They covered their heads with their hands and squatted still while shouting. Their bodies were trembling, and their hands were shaking so much that they could not even hold their guns steady.

Many of these people survived until the end of the war. However, most of them were packed up by the Ming army and sent to the mines to work as coolies, and very few of them came out alive in the end.

After the heavy machine gun killed those deserters, it knew it couldn't hide its body and opened fire.

Bullets hit the tank body and turret, making a tinkling sound.

But the problem is that nine-millimeter machine gun bullets cannot penetrate the armor of a tank.

Among the existing weapons of the Mongols, the only one that can pose some threat to tanks is the cannon. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as armor-piercing bullets in these days.

There is only one type of cannon shell, high-explosive grenade. The main purpose is to kill enemy infantry or destroy enemy fortifications through explosive fragments.

The problem is that the structural strength of fortifications is lower than tank armor.

The cannon shell hit the front armor of the tank. The biggest consequence was that the tank shook violently. The tank crew inside felt dizzy and felt chest tightness and nausea.

That's all!

After all, before this, there had never been a monster like a tank in the world.

Luobuzangdanjin watched in horror as the tank emitted black smoke and made a deafening roar as it slowly approached. It was obvious that the tank was not moving fast, but Luobuzangdanjin felt that this thing was speeding.

Machine gun bullets continued to hit the tank. In addition to causing a series of sparks, the only damage caused was to scratch the paint of the tank and leave deep scratches on the armor.

"Sweat! No, that monster is invulnerable, we can't stand it!" Belegutai said with a cry in his voice.

In the past two years, it has been difficult to gain a foothold in Tashkent, and now the Han people are attacking again. Where can they escape this time?

Besides, the Han people arrived suddenly this time, and everyone was preparing for sacrifices. There was no preparation for war at all, and the herdsmen were still scattered on the grasslands within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Now that they have escaped, what will the tribe do?

Without my subordinates, who the hell would I be?

Luobuzangdanjin felt bitter in his heart. He knew that without his tribe, no matter how many cavalry he had, they were like water without a source and a tree without roots.

If you want to leave, you have to leave with your tribe.

"Immediately send out scouts and order all the troops to move west to Ashgabat on the border of the Caspian Sea. Beregutai, you take 50,000 cavalry to protect the troops.

Talihutai, you take 30,000 cavalry to Ashgabat first." In an instant, Luobuzangdanjin made a decision.

The Ming people are too ferocious, and Tashkent cannot be saved. But no matter what, the Ming people must be kept in Tashkent. Otherwise, everyone will be finished. After all, it will take a long time to transfer a large number of tribes.

Moreover, the herdsmen also brought a large number of cattle and sheep. This is the wealth they have saved over the years, and it is also the confidence to continue living in the future.

"Great Khan, we have taken away so many troops, what will you do?" Talihutai asked.

"I'll stay here to stop the Ming army. It seems that the Ming army is not large in number now. It's just these tough guys who are hard to deal with!

If I block the Ming army here for one more day, more people will flee from the Han people and kill them with their knives."

"Great Khan! Let the future come and ask you for advice." Belegutai took a step forward.

"Beregutai, the Jungar Mongols will always survive. Even without the Great Khan, you will still survive. Compared to the continuation of the race, the Great Khan is not important.

If I die in battle, you can re-elect the Great Khan. No matter how difficult it is, you must pass on the blood of the Mongols.

Let's go! I can't lead the Mongols to prosperity and sacrifice for the Mongols' tomorrow. This is also the responsibility of the Great Khan!

In the future, when we Mongols are revived again, let my descendants take revenge for this blood revenge. Even if all five fingernails are worn off and all ten fingers are worn away, they will still avenge me!

Let's go!" Luo Bu Zangdanjin drew out his saber and pointed the shining saber at Talihutai and Belgutai.

"Sweat!" Talihutai and Belegutai both knelt on the ground and put their hands on their chests.

"Let's go!" Luobuzangdanjin roared with all his strength.

The two men stood up, wiped away their tears and got on their horses. They went to organize the army and signal their troops to evacuate to the west!

The tanks had already approached the Mongolian trenches, but at this time, except for the soldiers who were trembling with fear, no one in the trenches dared to stand up and shoot.

Those trembling soldiers could only lean against the wall of the trench with their guns in their hands, begging the immortal to save them from leaving. Many of them had water stains on their crotches, and they looked very miserable.

They really collapsed, both mentally and physically.

The tank didn't care about this, and the tracks rumbled over the trench. The armored vehicle that followed the tank quickly opened the back door.

Soldiers armed with Ala rifles came out one after another and began to capture prisoners.

Luobuzangdanjin held up his binoculars and saw his soldiers being picked up from the trenches by the Ming army like pigs. After a heavy beating, they were tied up with ropes and taken away in a string.

The place where these Mongolians go must be a mine or a place where coolies work. In the past, Luobuzangdanjin heard this kind of thing from Jierhalang.

After the Jurchens surrendered, their tribesmen were treated the same way. It is said that there are not even a few serious Jurchens in Liaodong.

The resistance on the other side was very weak, so Cao Bianjiao opened the hatch cover and stuck his head out.

Closing the hatch cover and being inside a tank is simply a torture for people.

The huge roar made the people inside the tank basically yell. In this case, the commander's command method was somewhat special.

The commander is usually a tall soldier, who puts his feet on the driver's shoulders when traveling. When he kicks the driver's left shoulder, the tank will turn to the left. When he kicks the right shoulder, the tank will turn to the left.

The tank will turn to the right.

The black smoke-emitting murder weapon moves slowly in this way.

Suddenly, Cao Bianjiao saw a group of cavalry rushing out from Tashkent. It looked like there were tens of thousands of people, so he couldn't just let it go.

Although these Mongols couldn't escape, it was Man Gui's military merit to bump into Man Gui's arms.
To be continued...