As soon as these words came out, it was like a dynamite keg was lit.
They are all herdsmen on the grassland. Since childhood, they have worshiped either Meng Ge, the wolf, the lord of the grassland, or the eagle, the lord of the sky.
In terms of courage, they have no shortage of courage, but they lack a wolf king to twist them into a ball.
And these words made all of them say the same thing.
“We are not pussy!!!”
They had never looked so neat.
It's like their formation is scattered every time and they can't get together, but this time they get together.
"Why are you yelling? Is it useful to yell at me? If you have this strength, use it on the Outer Mongolians!"
But...it still looks like that this time..."
Zhao Ming put his hands on his hips, but a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Looking at the red-faced grassland people and horseback people in front of him, he was already very satisfied.
This morale is a bit scary to look at. Although it may still be a group of rabble, at least it is a group of rabble that dares to show its fangs.
At this time, all the herdsmen were excited.
Not only the herdsmen who formed the team, but also the old and weak women and children.
Although Zhensongjun has lived here for two months, he has integrated into everyone.
But there are still very obvious classes in this camp. This class was not divided by Zhao Ming, but formed naturally.
On weekdays, the herdsmen would unconsciously lower their heads when encountering the Song-Suppressing Army. This was the case everywhere.
When the two sides approach each other, the herdsmen always give way first. Zhensongjun always eats the biggest meal.
It was not that the Zhensong Army criticized them harshly, but that it was caused by their own psychological inferiority.
These soldiers who followed Commander Zhao were always so good, stronger than them, more united than them, and more heroic than them!
But at this moment, Zhao Ming gave them a chance to hold their heads high.
In this regard, the Zhensong Army did not have much reaction, they just smiled and grinned.
They like this group of grassland people, and they usually wrestle and shoot arrows with these herdsmen.
It's a good thing that the other party wants to prove it.
But most of them are disdainful, and it is impossible to surpass them!
Of course there is an added sense of urgency.
But everyone in the group began to look at Zhao Ming. It was obvious that everything was ready now. They only needed an order from Chief Zhao to pick up the weapon and kill the group of Outer Mongolians.
Even the Zhensong Army thought so. The Outer Mongols were coming, so they couldn't give them a hard blow.
However, Zhao Ming pressed his hands, coughed lightly and said calmly, "Okay, everyone is probably still hungry. Get more of the confiscated food so that everyone can eat well. If you are busy, you can help me." Everyone go and help, it’s almost afternoon!”
After saying this, Zhao Ming was about to leave the stage, but when he saw a moment of silence, he couldn't help but turn around with a smile.
"What are you doing standing still? Aren't you hungry? Mother Dute, please move. You need to be strong enough to fight the Mongolians."
Now everyone finally woke up and started to get busy.
The women began to be busy boiling water for cooking and cooking, while the men helped burn firewood and process the ingredients.
It only took less than two hours, and everyone worked together to quickly feed tens of thousands of people.
There was very little smoke, and in several large sheds, people sat around the campfires and began to carry prepared meals, laughing and chatting while eating.
Everyone's bowls were full during this meal. Not only was there fragrant rice but piles of beef and mutton, there was also soup inside that made people want to eat just looking at it.
Maybe the cooking skills here are average, but people don't pay attention to these things. Those who have a warm mouth and a full house will be satisfied.
At this time, Zhao Ming, Zhang He, Wang Erhou and other people were sitting around a bonfire. The only thing that was more important than the others was that each person had an extra glass of kumiss.
"Mr. Zhao, it's hard to deal with the Outer Mongolians now. If there is really gossip, no matter how many brothers we have, we won't be able to withstand it!"
The monkey put down the bowl and chopsticks aside, with a sad face.
Wang Er and Zhang Kai on the side frowned.
Having been on the Fengxiang battlefield, they knew very well how terrifying a few machine guns were.
The Fengxiang battlefield is a fortress, and there are no bunkers, but it is relatively good, and the terrain is much more complicated than here.
But what's here? It's a flat plain. It's really just a machine gun sweep, and people fall to the ground like wheat.
"Alas! That's not all. Some brothers came over just now to report that they saw a team of horses dragging something. The things were covered with cloth, but looking at the outline, it cannot be ruled out that they were cannons...
And look at that number, which is almost the same as an artillery battalion..."
Zhang Kai took out a cigarette and smoked it one after another.
These words undoubtedly made the atmosphere among several people extremely solemn again.
machine guns, plus an artillery battalion.
Not to mention that the terrain of Huozhongtun is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even the ancient Hangu Pass will have to be blasted away by you.
What's more, the range of this kind of cannon now is only one or two kilometers, and the farther anti-aircraft cannon can even reach more than ten kilometers.
Even if it is only one or two kilometers away, people outside Huo Zhongtun can completely hit them inside from outside their range. If a wave of saturation attacks is launched, they will have no way to do it.
The most serious thing is not this, but that the artillery battalions can be deployed at will. Once they open fire, they can secretly deploy in the dark.
And since they were in the open, it was impossible for the Huozhongtun herdsmen to move around at will.
As long as there are coordinates, this is a target.
It is too late to dig trenches now.
"Why don't we just kill him? The river is almost frozen anyway, and it will be completely frozen tomorrow morning.
We have nothing to do whether they bombard or attack them. Instead of doing this, it is better to fight out directly.
It just so happens that their artillery hasn't been deployed yet, otherwise we would really have no chance when the artillery battalion is deployed successfully. "
Zhang Kai suggested in a deep voice, hurry now.
Since the other party does not respect martial ethics, they have no choice but to use assault methods.
Listening to everyone's suggestions.
It’s just that most of everyone’s suggestions are pessimistic.
Zhang Kai believes that a surprise attack is a good method, but according to his speculation, there are two results.
The first to win, but will pay an extremely heavy price, even losing more than 60% to 70%. If morale has not collapsed, then we can win this victory.
The second is to lose, completely lose.
Others also put forward other opinions, but most of the final results were more tragic than Zhang Kai's raid.
Although the two hundred sets of cotton armor under Zhao Ming's command have amazing protective power, which is enough to offset the bullets of ordinary long guns, when faced with machine guns, except for the areas covered by plate armor, all other areas can be shot into sieves.
Even if it is plate armor, from the perspective of Zhang Kai who has seen it with his own eyes and even used a machine gun, a few more rounds of this kind of plate armor will still be penetrated.
The light machine gun may be okay, but the heavy machine gun is really made of iron and made into a grid for you.
In front of this kind of human harvester, the Manchurian bow is a joke.
