Chapter 863: The Iron Torrent of the Ming Dynasty (Second update, please subscribe)
Diplomatic strategy is just a part of the competition between countries.
What does competition between countries ultimately rely on?
It’s the strength that speaks.
Just like in modern China, even those outstanding diplomats were always able to see through the conspiracies and tricks of the imperialist powers, but what could they do?
There's nothing they can do.
The best they can do is to try their best to give up less land and pay less compensation at the negotiation table. That's all they can do.
After all, in dialogues between countries, strength always counts.
In such a situation, the weak have no say.
And what has the Ming Dynasty been pursuing over the years?
It's strength.
This strength is economic, industrial, and military.
What did the Ming Dynasty rely on for its military strength?
Of course it’s technology.
On the desolate land of the Patagonia Plateau, more than 300 chariots, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery and heavy trucks of the 1st Cavalry Division of the Ming Empire Army were arranged in neat rows and passed the reviewing stand with the sun and moon flags flying.
"This is my armored group!"
Emperor Zhu, dressed in an army uniform, talked to himself for a long time.
"When I first arrived here sixteen years ago, I used a steam tractor. At that time, I was nagging about building an armored force. From armored cars to modern tanks, it was not easy! Sixteen years..."
His Majesty's words made Lieutenant General Sun Hu beside him nod and continue speaking.
"Your Majesty, the First Cavalry Division is the sharpest weapon of our Ming Dynasty. When the decisive battle comes in this Brazil War, I think we can send the First Cavalry Division to try it out."
"Yes, Your Majesty. A knife is not sharp until it is sharpened. It is almost time for the First Cavalry Division to go into battle and sharpen its swords."
Chief of the General Staff Zhao Shiji also echoed the sentiment.
"Your Majesty, it's almost time to sharpen your sword."
"No, now is not the time."
Deputy Chief of the General Staff Jiang Bailiang's heart trembled. He looked at the huge array of vehicles of the First Cavalry Division on the field and said.
"Your Majesty means that we should keep it secret..."
"Keep it secret. Some secrets must always be kept. How can we easily show our military weapons to others? Let's wait until the next war."
The next war...
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Since the Battle of Chile, the Ming Dynasty had fought a major war almost every six years. After this war was over, would they have to fight again six years later?
"Military weapons should not be shown to others easily... Your Majesty, do you think Brazil is too weak? Is it not worth using our military weapons?"
Jiang Bailiang tested carefully.
Emperor Zhu did not respond. He looked up at the sky. It was blue, but covered with layers of dust. It was the dust raised by the tracks and tires of the tanks rolling over the Patagonian Plateau...
This dust can also be seen as dust!
The dust of history!
"Unconsciously, it has been sixteen years."
Emperor Zhu recited silently in his heart.
Sixteen years!
What was he thinking when he came to this land sixteen years ago?
But he just wanted an ordinary life with no worries about food and clothing. Even later, he at most wanted to become a chaebol, the kind that can control a country's economy like the Korean chaebols and be the king behind the scenes.
But what about now?
He became an emperor, the emperor of a powerful empire that had just risen.
This empire is powerful and destined to be glorious. In the days to come, this empire will bring unprecedented impact to the world...
All of this was created and established by me...
Just as Emperor Zhu was feeling emotional because of the armored cluster in front of him, the Chief of Staff Zhao Shiji said.
"Your Majesty, the exercise has begun."
"Even in the empire, luck is often the key."
Emperor Zhu sighed casually, and at the moment of sudden pause, Emperor Zhu raised the telescope.
The main equipment of the 1st Cavalry Division was the Type 4 tank. Once upon a time, Emperor Zhu wanted to name it "Dragon", but calling a small tank weighing more than two tons a "Dragon" was definitely a bit of an exaggeration. It was more appropriate to call it "Cricket".
So in the end, Emperor Zhu used a simple naming rule - naming by year. The tank was successfully developed in 1873, and that year was the fourth year of Shengde in the Ming Dynasty!
Naturally it is called the Type 4 Tank!
So simple and clear.
On the training ground, the tanks were organized into battalions, companies and platoons, and each team advanced in an oblique formation. From the side, the diffuse dust seemed to be covering the sun like clouds, and behind the tanks were teams of infantrymen following closely.
From the telescope, you can see that the tanks and infantry are moving at the same speed, moving and stopping from time to time. In the short pauses, they use the machine guns on the vehicles to fiercely fire at the "enemy positions", and then effortlessly tear open the dense barbed wire with their steel tracks, while the infantry quickly pass through the barbed wire under the cover of the tanks. When they attack, the tanks become their shields. Under the cover of the tanks, they charge at the "enemy's" "positions" composed of fire support points and trench lines from a very close distance. They use heavy grenades to destroy the enemy's support points and fortifications, and then capture the "enemy positions" in one fell swoop.
"Long live the Ming Empire! Long live! Long live..."
Amid the soldiers' shouts of "Long live the enemy", the soldiers jumped out of the enemy positions they had just "conquered". They stood on the top of the fortress or fortifications, where they shouted "Long live the enemy". For a moment, military flags were flying and bayonets were shining on the battlefield.
However, there were no "enemy" corpses or casualties in the trenches. Although a lot of bloody pig and cow entrails were hung on the barbed wire to enhance the battlefield effect, and although the stench of entrails in the air made people feel extremely uncomfortable, it seemed that at this moment, all the soldiers were cheering there.
"The offensive is fierce!"
Emperor Zhu said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, next up is a deep assault exercise."
As soon as Li Mingyuan, deputy chief of staff of the 1st Cavalry Division, finished speaking, more than a dozen tanks rushed to the trench, lowered the bulldozers in front of the vehicles, and used the bulldozers to pile a large amount of soil in front of the trench directly into the trench. After they repeated this several times, the trench, which was more than two meters deep and one and a half meters wide, was filled.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of Type 4 tanks led the second wave of accompanying infantry to quickly rush across the filled trenches, advancing deep into the "enemy" at a speed of nearly ten kilometers per hour.
When the tanks were advancing, the infantrymen even jumped onto the small Type 4 tanks. Although the Type 4 tanks had a tonnage of only 2.8 tons, they could still carry a lot of soldiers.
Seeing this scene before him, Emperor Zhu spoke with emotion.
"This is my iron torrent!"
(End of this chapter)
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