"Release!"
After the command was given, the soldiers next to the 50 M1938 120mm mortars stuffed the shells into the muzzles. Bang! The shells weighing 16.6 kilograms shot into the sky and fell into a pile of rocks three kilometers away.
A devastating explosion followed. Some of the thousands of soldiers turned pale with fear, while others raised their guns and cheered excitedly.
Boom! Boom!
The violent explosion sent rocks and soil flying in all directions. In this era, they had never seen such a terrifying weapon. It completely shattered their understanding of firearms.
Confidence!
Victory, invincible confidence!
A look of yearning for the future gradually appeared on every soldier's face. There was even a hint of arrogance on their faces. They could not wait to fight against the Barbarian Qing army.
"My lord, is this a cannon?"
Niu Dazhuang, the commander of the Qin Family Army's 1st regiment, rubbed his eyes. After confirming that everything that had happened was true, he couldn't help but suspect that Qin Jun was sent by the heavens to destroy the Manqing Dynasty.
If the cannons were to be pulled out, would it be an eight-banner soldier?
Even the heavenly soldiers and generals had to kneel!
Wearing a replica of World War II Germany. Qin Jun, who was wearing a tight-fitting iron-gray military uniform and holding a pair of iron-shelled binoculars to observe the explosion point, was very satisfied.
The mortar was indeed a very cost-effective weapon. It could be launched with a barrel, a frame, and a base. The structure was very simple.
Moreover, the mortar was mainly a smooth-bore cannon. The barrel had a very long life, and because the pressure in the barrel was very low, the mortar shells were made of very cheap cast iron shells. In addition, they were light and easy to operate.
After an afternoon of training, patiently teaching them how to adjust the elevation angle and some principles of the parabola, these illiterate people who had been herding sheep and cattle since childhood had actually learned it without a teacher.
Some people even said that firing a cannon was like shooting a sheep.
The cannonball flew in an arc in the sky and then fell. It was no different from throwing a stone at a sheep.
What the f * ck, what I said makes sense. It's really the same nature.
And why were there 120-caliber mortars?
The stubborn old man Lavvich, who was in charge of the artillery factory, had said that a real man should play with a big shotgun. Those 60-caliber mortars were not interesting enough.
Yes, that was indeed the case for now.
It didn't matter if the aborigines who used cannons for the first time couldn't hit the target, as long as the firepower covered it. Anyway, the Qing army didn't have any cannons to shoot at us.
It weighed only 200 kilograms and could be pulled around by a carriage. It was very convenient.
"Yes, it is a new type of cannon developed by our Qin family's arsenal. It can shoot 15 miles away. The Qing army's Red Cannon is just a pile of scrap metal in front of it. In the future, we will use the cannon to blast it before the battle.”
“……”
What's there to rush!
Niu Dazhuang, whose ancestors had rebelled against Wu Sangui, pursed his lips.
Don't think that I don't understand military affairs, alright?
The Qing army was mainly made up of cavalry. The sound of the artillery explosion was so terrifying that the warhorses had long gone crazy from fear. What was the point of fighting?
Infantry soldiers were even worse. If they ran too slowly, they would be blown up, and if they ran too slowly, they would be shot by muskets. No matter how they struggled, they would die.
Boom! Boom!
While they were chatting, the 300 soldiers operating the mortars fought a few more rounds. Looking at their excited expressions, they knew that they were having fun.
It was a man's nature to love to explode with knives and guns. It was the same in any era. Of course, that was except for the sissy Candy Super Sweet.
"Stop, don't waste the shells. Order everyone to gather!”
With Qin Jun's order, Niu Dazhuang picked up the whistle hanging on his chest and blew it hard. The soldiers quickly ran back to gather after hearing it. Although it was not very neat, it was still visible.
They've only been training for two days. What do you want from them?
If they didn't panic, they would be lucky to find their own platoon.
Soon, a huge square formation appeared in the square of the valley. Everyone stood quietly and looked at the tall figure on the stage.
Was the war about to start?
"Brothers, let's cut the crap. Today, we will officially raise the flag of rebellion and light up the military flag!”
Swoosh.
A flag that was 2.9 meters long and 1.9 meters wide, black with gold embroidery and a huge Qin character in the middle was erected by Niu Dazhuang and the guards.
Made with modern craftsmanship, the gorgeous and magnificent flag fluttered in the wind, making a swooshing sound. It was magnificent.
"Qin, I, Qin Jun, am a descendant of the Great Qin Empire more than 1900 years ago. I am the only descendant of Fu Su, the eldest son of Qin Shihuang. 1900 years ago, the Great Qin Empire was destroyed, and the few remaining members of the Ying Clan fled to Southeast Asia. They settled down and accumulated strength, dreaming of returning to the Central Plains to rebuild the Great Qin Empire. However, the heavens did not fulfill our wishes.”
"Therefore, this hope lasted for 1900 years. In my generation, there were very few descendants of the Qin Dynasty, but I did not forget the ancestral teachings of restoring the country.”
"Now, the Manqing Tartars are ruining my Hua…Xia Wenming, with his disgusting tail, tried to break our backbones to enslave us.”
"Zai Hua…Among the many empires in the Xia Dynasty, have you seen any dynasty that would ask the people to call themselves slaves? Clan ranking?"
"Some of you are Han. Clansmen. The clan returned. Clan Wa. In the end, they are the Hua clan of the Nine Prefectures. The branches of the Xia Clan were like a family of barbarians!”
"Overthrow the rule of the Barbarian Qing, so that our descendants will no longer be slaves!”
"Now I want to ask, is there anyone who wants to quit?”
Silence.
Everyone was digesting the information contained in Qin Jun's words.
So he was a descendant of the Qin Emperor. No wonder he was called Qin Jun.
Slave!
Thinking of the various unfairness during the Barbarian Qing's reign, their long-accumulated resentment erupted. They raised their rifles and roared.
"Destroy the Barbarian Qing and stop our descendants from being slaves!”
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