The real female tribe is extremely cluttered, and the number of tribes is not one hundred and eighty.Want to unify women as many as cattle, why did Nurhachi succeed in hundreds of years?There is a reason for this.

For a slave society, the pressure of the rulers always comes from external hostile forces, and it is difficult for internal forces to pose a threat to them.Because of the high concentration of power, the female leader for hundreds of years has not thought about how to integrate and promote internal forces, including the subordinates in the middle and the slaves at the bottom.Noorhachi was the first to do so.

Power does not come from superiors, but from subordinate obedience.This reason is not understood by everyone.

"Manwen Old File" records a lot of real female tribes and even the Mongolians thousands of miles to the state of the state, the early for Nurhachi to work under the five ministers of the five ministers are foreigners.The great sweat of the founding department of the state used discipline and gathered strength with grace to strengthen it, and it grew up in decades of war.

Today and Zhuo took troops to attack the grassland, and the problems of the Mongols were exposed after two severe blows.Only more than 2,000 people died, hundreds of thousands of horses, tens of thousands of young and strong can not help.At the beginning, after the tidbit was forced to be beaten down, no one wanted to go up and die again.At this critical time, Amin brought 30,000 female real troops can be hardened up.

The women of the state are really good at stepping up the army and line up.Their firearms and equipment are more than half, and they are far better trained than the "God's" army of Han slaves.When they came up, there was clearly pressure on the F-FDTL and the militia across the way.

At a distance of 500 meters, the battalion artillery of the National Defense Force began to fire solid shells.In the sound of the gun, a shot of shot put a beautiful jump route on the flat grassland.As if the projectile were flying on the water, falling together can cause the death and injury of many people.

Lu Xiangsheng had just hit a few rounds with a fire rope gun, and felt that he had killed a few Tatars, and it was also a battle.With great complacency in his heart, he despised the war, and felt that the war was not so - the foreign people of the north were not terrible, a group of militiamen practiced casually, and they could be cleaned up in three or two.

Because of the performance was not good, Lu was sent to a gun group as a porter, mainly to help move the artillery shells.Because according to the regulations, the gun position is not allowed to store too many shells.Basically, how much to use, how much to move, it is strictly forbidden to pile the shells on the gun.

The battalion cannon used fixed-loads, and two rounds were contained in a wooden box.Lu Xiangsheng squatted next to the ammunition truck in the back and watched, and through the temporary construction of the gun, he could see the real woman who was advancing hundreds of meters away.When you see your own shells flying in the enemy's queue, you can even see the broken arms flying in the sky through hundreds of meters.

And the real women, as if nothing had happened, continued to line up and move forward.Neither fast nor slow, has been kept a steady pace, Lu Xiangsheng on the spot to see.Just the Mongolian horse rush can be said to be unable to stop the momentum, can also be said to be on the momentum regardless of life and death.But in front of this line of slowness, is really indifferent to life and death.

“They... how can they do that?”Luo Yu was trapped.He looked around, hoping someone would answer.But there are also migrant workers around, and they are no longer afraid of the killing of the Mongols, but the real women are slowly coming forward to scare them.Lu Xiangsheng continued to shout, “Are these still people?”Aren't they afraid?It's not a puppet."

Lu Xiangsheng was panicked by the sound of the shelling behind the artillery, and he realized that if he faced the shelling, he would turn his head and flee in the first time.No one answered his question, only the gun on the gun field was constantly rumbling.

Zilharang, who was directing a thousand men's team, looked nervously and excitedly to look forward.The Dutch emphasized discipline when they taught this tactic of "queuing for shooting", and used some formulas to indicate how much firepower would be attacked at how far away, and finally came to the conclusion that if the enemy had how many guns, how many guns, and how far away, how many people would die.

The numbers are cold, and the pressure to face the gun is real.

Zilharang had just been a hero in front of his brother, but now he really led the team up, he found that the gun in the distance gave him great mental pressure.The Dutch instructor said that he could not die a few people far away - but in the face of artillery, this death is not high or low, it is a total gamble.

The pressure of ordinary female soldiers can be relieved by the accompanying shamanic priests, whose minds are hardened with stones in the sound of prayer, and are completely unmoved by death.The pressure of Zirharang was on his own, and he was already a little trembling, with his bladder urinary.

Zirharang prayed to the three-in-one wild boar-skin pope, hoping for help.He did get help, and the whole array of thousands of people lit up, one to stabilize the formation, two to provide defense.But this defense was of no use to the projectile, and the gun in the distance could kill several people every time it opened fire.

It’s scary not to know who the next shot will kill.

Zirharang was still young, and he expected a vigorous war, not the probability of such a death-like bet.He deliberately chose only one enemy gun attack surface, but was still hit by the gun to the nervous breakdown.

“Hurry up.”Zilharang could not help giving this order, his face flushed and his breath was short.Going so slowly, he would not be able to breathe even if he was not killed.Under his command, the thousand-man team immediately increased the speed almost twice, from the original step to trot.

And Zilharan's order also had a chain reaction, because no one could stop him, and the female officers of the other thousands of men could only keep up.After all, it is more than him who is under pressure, and everyone hates to rush forward.When a person breaks the rules and is not corrected, the rules will soon not exist.

Soon Zirharang gave another order, "the queue spacing increased."

Small steps speed up the speed, but also destroy the formation.However, this has reduced the time spent exposed to artillery fire, and it is not without help.Can run fast, the real women's thousands of teams one by one into the gun 300 meters range, the opposite of the real bullet immediately replaced with a chain bullet that can be turned in the air.

A chain of bullets flew over and interrupted four or five female soldiers.There was a commotion in the mood of the soldiers who had remained stable, and it was the shaman priests who were behind them who were afraid.The blood from the chain sprang to Zilharan, and the young noblewoman was even more mad.So he asked to increase the distance between the queues, so that fewer people could die.

"The Lord, the queue is too big."A real old lady can't help but come to advise, "The sweat used to take us to war, all to be closely arranged in the queue."If the queue is scattered, it will not kill a person, but it will be killed."

The just chain bomb made Zilharang sweat nervously, and he also knew that the dispersal of the queue would lead to failure, but the queue was too dense, and the cannon on the opposite side was refreshed.He could not care for the old man, but shouted again: "Puck up, rush up and line up again."

The real old woman thought and could not stop, only holding an iron spear and rushing.He said, “Wrong, wrong.The fight is not fought that way.If we are afraid of Han Chinese guns, we cannot rush like this.It's a loss from the beginning."

After the female straf had entered 150 meters, the artillery of the National Defence Force had simply changed the canned shotguns.Although the formation on the opposite side is much loose, a shot can easily kill a female step.

The old pawns shouted in the team rushed ah, a wave of bullets and rain sprayed, and knocked it to the ground on the spot, flying with blood and blood, and could not move.He cried out to his death, ‘This is not the case, we are going to die in vain.’

Zilharang felt that he was doing the right thing, and he took his thousand-man team all the way from a few hundred meters away from the artillery fire to a distance of 100 meters from the Han army.The grassland is flat, and it took about three minutes during this period, which is very fast.The opposite gun hit more than ten rounds, especially after the distance was drawn, and it hit three or four times in one breath.

"Fortunately, I'm glad I ordered the formation to disperse and come over quickly."Zirharang felt that if he had not been on his presence to order speed up, he did not know how many shells would be fired.Although the loss is not small, it is only 60 or 70.The real morale of the female stage is still there, and it has been able to start shooting.

“Community, line up!”Zilharang knew that the gun was to be lined up, otherwise he would have scattered how many people would not have died.He hated the gun opposite in particular, holding a knife and pointing it at the artillery of the Han Chinese artillery.It was a temporary gun, unobstructed, and a good target for fire."Strike the gun, aim at the fight."

The real step-stri way of holding the fire rope gun began to line up in a hurry, but when Zilharang ordered the fire to open fire, only to find that the fire thorns they had high hopes were all reloading gunpowder - not to mention the wind blowing on the grassland, it was only this way that the gunpowder on the fire rope gun had long since been lost.It is impossible to fill in advance.

This time of race against time, Zilharang did not know who to scold, to scold himself, he ordered to run up.He not only ran up to himself, but also ran up with a swarm of many real thousands of women in the vicinity, and as a result, everyone had to run up and re-team the whole team, and loaded with gunpowder.Even if it’s a while, it’s also time!

At this point, the IDF across the front fired first.

When the formation of the bungling began to concentrate, the gunners began to aim.When the head is on the opposite side, the gunfire is sprayed in rows of guns and white smoke.A series of gunshots, the women who had been able to finish the line fell down a group of people.

Zilharang stood in the second row and felt that he was already brave.Just as he waited for the hand to load the gunpowder, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a fire-ringer in front of him fell down softly.He did not know why, and stood up a row in the back, ready to raise the scimitar in his hand again.

As a result, the knife still did not fall, and there was a wave of guns across the way, and the fire-dancer in front of Zilharan snapped and fell down again.This distance of 100 meters has not yet reached the best range of the fire rope gun.Zilharang was completely unable to beat to play a wave of morale first, but now his own morale has not improved, but people have fallen a lot.

Twice in a row, the IDF took the lead, and Zirharan could not wait any longer.He did not step back, and he waved his knife and shouted, "Pick it up."

The thang...

The two sides of the showdown at the same time played a wave of projectiles, and Zilharang was full of hope that the Han people opposite him could also taste their own strength.But after the shot, he felt that his chest was hammered, as if someone had given him a blow with a wolf tooth stick.His face was white, he fell down and sat down, and his strength began to dissipate.

“Have I been hit?I am a master, I am a noble man, I am the head of a thousand people.This shot is really not long-sighted, how can I hit me so quickly?”