"Report to the Grandmaster, our brothers are lurking a hundred meters outside Dagukou, waiting for the military order of the adults..."

"Okay... brothers, bring more muskets, bows and arrows... to rush to the city..." Meer screamed with a strange cry. Three cannons in the camp were heard, and a crowd of black people rushed towards the barbed wire and the trenches.

"Boom... Those with guns fire, those with bows fire... When you move, don't wait for the enemy to shoot..." Meer and his confidant generals shouted desperately after the crowd, and the soldiers faithfully carried out their orders.

The charge was very disturbing. The soldiers rushed to the barbed wire and lay on the ground. The rifles in their hands were snapping forward. From a distance, they looked like a fire snake twisting and deforming on the ground.

Behind this fire snake, countless Eight Banners athletes holding bows and arrows were bent their bows and arrows and shot them into the sky. Feather arrows drew perfect parabolas in the air and smashed them into the defenders in the trenches. Not to mention that this rain of arrows falling from the sky really caused certain casualties.

"Carry the torches... prepare the reflective iron plate... battlefield lighting... dog days old actually learned to attack at night..." Tietoutuo ran wildly in the trenches, trying every means to inspire the morale of his brothers.

The kerosene horse lanterns were adjusted to the brightest, and the semi-circular tin quilts were placed behind them. These were simple searchlights. Hundreds of such searchlights were lit up on the trenches and the battlefield was illuminated.

Tietoutuo smiled as soon as he saw the soldiers' posture, "They actually crawled forward? They would even lie down and shoot? Look at their big butts, which are taller than the girls with eight children. Isn't this looking for a fight..."

"Brothers, let them open their eyes and see how the musket should be played..." Tietotuo raised his hand and shot it, and with a snap, he was punched in the big butt.

The old saying goes really well. Those who join the army must practice. Fighting is a professional job, and every move must be standard. It is nothing to say that the Qing soldiers would say that they would open the bow and shoot arrows. From the maintenance of bows and arrows to the tips for protecting their fingers when shooting arrows, they can tell you three days and three nights.

But in the war in the musket era, the old tactics can no longer be played. Just look at the top of the soldiers, who had been used as cavalrymen, and their big butts arched around the ground became the target of the new army.

Papa... This intensive shooting hits the group of demons in great pain. Many people were shot in the butt, either wearing it against it or tearing off large pieces of flesh, and wailing sounds endlessly.

"Ass... I'm a ancestral ancestor, so I'm so immoral. How can I shit tomorrow... Are you shooting arrows behind? Why don't you hurry up and cover us..."

There are more than a thousand archers hidden in the darkness behind the musketeers. They lie on the ground when they dodge the shooting, but the bows and arrows in their hands are set up. When the commander behind them gives the order, they will quickly get up and squat half a squat, and then shoot arrows diagonally upwards.

Bang bang bang...After a heavy rain-like bowstring sound, more than a thousand feather arrows flew into the sky, forming a perfect parabola and then smashing it hard into the trench area.

Tietoutuo never expected that the nearly perfect tactic of trench defense would encounter a natural nemesis here. No matter how deep or wide the trench was, it could not defend against weapons falling from the sky. The new army was completely Western-style equipment, and armor was not considered at all.

The woolen military uniform is light and comfortable, but has no defense at all, and has no ability to resist this heavy rain of bows and arrows.

The bows and arrows fell into the trenches with crackling sounds, and countless people's heads, shoulders, and backs of arrows suddenly filled the entire trenches.

"Damn it, go into Yonggu bunker and hide immediately...what are you guarding? At least you can find a wooden board to block your head..." Tietouduo shouted and grabbed a feather arrow and was caught in his hand.

"Damn it, the big waves have come. Now this little mosquito is very troubled. It's really a ghost... Brothers, don't be afraid, this is the rain of arrows that are shot, which is much smaller than the direct shooting. It's okay if one person divides a wooden box to protect the vital points..."

The attack of Arrow Rain only caused the death of a few unlucky guys. Most of the new soldiers were covered with minor injuries, which were not fatal but painful, which could not affect their shooting.

The shooting frequency of the new army changed, which naturally made Meller and the others noticed. Meller was not a fool and his confidants around him understood the clue after just discussing a few sentences.

"Be good, I have found their flaws... These soldiers don't have armor on their bodies, so they can't defend against our bows and arrows... I used to be stupid. I just thought about shooting flatly, but I didn't think about hiding people in the trenches. It's useless to shoot flatly..."

Meller looked at his head and patted him, "What a pig's brain... Since this bow and arrow cannot be shot flat, can't it fall from the sky? I lost all the fun things from my ancestors..."

Thinking of this, Meller shouted, "All the archers in the back camp gathered together, and then fight me according to this tactic... Raise your hand and shoot it upwards, and don't worry about the accuracy or not, just use a large area of ​​arrow rain to cover me... I'm such a genius..."

Facts have proved that cold weapons are not useless. As long as the leaders are willing to use their brains and want to defeat the enemy, there are ways to deal with trench arrows and a good way to shoot backwards. This is actually the combat principle of howitzers and mortars.

The shooting angle is high and the trajectory is curved. The cannon from the mountain can fly over the mountain to the back of the mountain, let alone the trenches dug on the flat ground.

The Eight Banners soldiers were very good at shooting arrows. Soon the archer array increased from one thousand to three thousand. After each volley, the trenches were inserted like bushes.

The new army finally couldn't bear the attack. Everyone began to gather in the trenches to avoid the rain of arrows. At this time, the Qing soldiers and musketeers in the front row finally found an opportunity, and they secretly crawled over one by one, took out tiger-headed pliers to rescue and destroy the barbed wire.

In just over ten minutes, the barbed wire was cut open with more than ten gaps of four or five meters wide, and the trench defense line in the Special Administrative Region finally reached its most critical moment.

Now General Liu Lang in the Special Administrative Region is already in a state of great anxiety. The battle situation on the sea and the battle situation in the trenches are gathered in front of him. Countless earnest eyes are waiting for his decision. However, Liu Lang is a veteran of the Heavenly Kingdom after all, and has never experienced such a modern war. He has completely caught him blindly.

What to do? What should I do? The gray-bearded general almost pulled out his beard. Just when he was completely helpless, Xiao Letian's old friend, Mike Carnegie, the earliest planner of the Industrial Zone, came.

"General, I already know the problems we encountered on the battlefield. Please rest assured that there will be no problems in the trench. I have a way..."

"What are you going to do? Can you still invite the heavenly soldiers and generals?"

"Haha, General, have you forgotten? Didn't Mr. Xiao Letian always advocate the power of industry? Well, I'll let you see with your own eyes today... Please come with me..."

Mike led the way, and behind him was General Liu Lang and his personal soldiers. They walked all the way to a factory deep in the westernmost side of the Special Administrative Region. This is one of the few places where you can avoid artillery shooting. The first arsenal in the Special Administrative Region was set up here.

The factory building covered with red bricks is extremely wide, with many wooden boxes piled up inside. It was industrial equipment that had not had time to unpack. In the factory, forty or fifty American engineers and technicians gathered together, half of which were black.

Liu Lang had been here before the war. At that time, there was a mess and no machinery. However, in just a few days, the powered steam engine was installed and now it was turned on. Two black workers were adding coal to it rhythmically, and the big shovel wheel was dancing.

The link to the steam engine is a strange machine, which is as tall as three people and has a huge hammer, which looks very strange.

"General, this is called a punch. It is a magic weapon to process iron tools based on the power of the steam engine. The magic weapon to defend against the Qing Dynasty arrow rain was produced from here... Okay, gentlemen, let our Eastern General see what the power of industry is..."

The black technicians started operating the punching machine. A thin roll of soft tinplate roll was quilted to one side of the punching machine, and soon the heavy hammer was lifted up. After the iron sheet was installed in place, the huge hammer hit the iron sheet with a loud bang.

Liu Lang couldn't believe his eyes at all. He didn't expect that this iron guy was so strong that he cut off a piece of the iron sheet. After he lifted it up again, a strange object appeared after the hammer.

Mike asked holding the round thing, "General, look, what is this?"

"What else can this be? Isn't this just a tin straw hat? It's worn when working in the fields... Wait? What do you mean..." Liu Lang pointed to the tin straw hat, and ten fingers changed into various shapes like epilepsy attacks.

"You mean... let our brothers wear this thing to defend against the bows and arrows in the sky?"

"Hahaha, that's right, my general, give me twenty minutes, I will produce at least 200 iron straw hats for you... as much as you want..."

What made Liu Lang even more incredible was that the group of black technicians actually stacked ten iron sheets together and placed them under the hammer. There was a loud bang. The force of the hammer hit the hammer actually rushed out of ten iron straw hats at once.

"It's incredible. Isn't this the power of industry that the Prime Minister has always said? Is this too capable, right?"

On this night of bloody battle in Tanggu, the first industrial helmet in human history was born in the hands of Mike Carnegie. The young Mike successfully saved the lives of countless soldiers with his invention, and his merits will eventually be remembered forever by the human world.

From,!r405

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