This means that the Prussian gunners almost only had a few opportunities to fire.

As long as it is discovered by the Ming army, it will immediately be bombarded by artillery fire.

No one can survive this kind of bombardment, and the same goes for 88 artillery pieces.

"Then it would be good to give more mines!" Rundstedt gritted his teeth. He came from the front line, and of course he knew that although the 88 artillery was very powerful, its disadvantage was that it was difficult to survive.

The weapons used by the Ming Dynasty to deal with them include not only tanks, but also aircraft that wreak havoc and scream in the sky.

The napalm bombs were thrown down, and the 88-8 artillery bombs couldn't withstand them.

"You have quite a few anti-tank mines, but very few of them are effective.

Before attacking, the Ming army would use artillery fire to plow through places where mines might be buried or where they must pass through.

Anti-tank mines will be detonated, and it is impossible to exert the power imagined."

"This won't work, that won't work either, so how can we do it? Do we have to wait to die, or let our soldiers hold explosive bags to blow up tanks?"

Rundstedt was angry. He really couldn't imagine that every minute he was wasted here would cost the lives of the soldiers.

"Report! Mr. Hans is here."

There was a huge quarrel inside the headquarters, and suddenly the staff officer walked in and saluted Moltke.

"Hans! Which Hans?" Moltke frowned and looked at the staff. He was busy, how could someone with no reputation come to see him?

Hans!

In Prussia, there are not even 10,000 but 8,000 people with this name. How do I know which Hans this guy is?

"That's right, Mr. Hans. By the way, he... holds a warrant from Duke Winter." The staff officer was a little helpless.

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have come in to report it.

But the other party had the warrant of Duke Winter in his hand, and he did not dare to offend the powerful Duke.

"Duke Winter?"

Mao Qi murmured in his heart!

The Duke of Bavaria is a powerful figure in Prussia. Why would he let someone come to him with a note?

I was thinking about it in my mind, but I had no choice but to refuse, so I could only ask the staff to bring the person in.

After a while, the staff officer brought in a guy wearing a Prussian military uniform.

The military uniform is straight and looks like that.

But this face... Rundstedt immediately reached for the pistol at his waist.

This is a face that looks like a pure Ming Dynasty, with black hair, black eyes, and Oriental skin.

Excluding genetic mutations, Prussians can grow up to look like the Ming Dynasty. And there is only one person recommended by Duke Winter, the Ming Dynasty man who defected.

"Mr. Hans, what's the matter? I'm very busy and don't have much time to receive you." Mao Qi frowned at the map and asked Kong Tingxun perfunctorily.

"I heard that the Prussian army was attacked by the Ming army, and they had many tanks.

And we don’t have tanks, so I got an anti-tank weapon and sent it to you, hoping it can help you.”

Kong Tingxun has a confident smile on his face!

Although he is not considered a top student at Army University, Army University will never cultivate mediocre people.

Before they have suffered from tanks, the coalition forces will be interested in his products and may purchase them in large quantities.

However, that way the price won't be too high.

But now..., based on Kong Tingxun's understanding of the Ming army, Vyazma's Prussian army must have been beaten to pieces.

Now, they urgently need a weapon that can deal with tanks.

Be anxious!

The price will be... a little more expensive.

"A weapon against tanks?" Mao Qi immediately turned around and looked at Kong Tingxun intently.

"Yes! It can be carried by a single soldier and can deal with tanks at a distance of between 80 and 120 meters.

If the distance is fifty meters, it can penetrate the Ming Army's latest Type IV tank."

Eighty to one hundred meters...!

This was a very close distance, and Moltke and Rundstedt were very dissatisfied with this distance.

But what they can't do is that they have no choice.

Eighty to one hundred meters is better than carrying explosives to blow up a tank.

"Do you have any samples?" Before Moltke could speak, Rundstedt asked first.

"Of course, please ask the two generals to follow me outside, and I will show them to you." Kong Tingxun said proudly.

From the expressions of Moltke and Rundstedt just now, we knew that he really needed anti-tank weapons urgently.

This time, we must give them a hard blow.

Kong Tingxun didn't care about the victory or defeat of the war, or even the life and death of the Prussians.

He just cares about how to make more money.

With money, even if the war cannot be fought, Europe cannot stay any longer.

You can also go to America. It is said that America is quite free and open.

As long as you bring money with you, no one will care about organizing private armed forces there.

Moltke and Rundstedt followed Zu Chengxun out of the headquarters building in a hurry!

Arriving outside the headquarters yard, Kong Tingxun took out something like a tube from the carriage.

This thing has a conical warhead at the front, and the rest is similar to a firearm.

"This is a powerful weapon against tanks, called a bazooka!" Kong Tingxun said, carrying the bazooka on his shoulders.

Facing a remaining broken wall in the distance, he pulled the trigger.

"Bah...!" The tail flame spurted out with gunpowder smoke, and a point of light left the bazooka.

It’s that conical warhead!

"Boom!" A large piece of thick smoke immediately rose from the broken wall a hundred or ten meters away.

Before the smoke cleared, Rundstedt ran over impatiently.

Most of the broken wall that was still standing just now has been destroyed, leaving only the part that is more than half a meter high from the ground.

There were a lot of broken bricks and tiles on the side, and the entire wall had been blown to pieces.

"Hiss...!" Mao Qi took a breath of cold air.

This thing is quite powerful. From the looks of it, it should be able to deal with tanks.

"This thing is best to attack the sides of the tank, because the armor is thickest on the front of the tank and thinner on the sides. The thinnest places are the top and back of the tank."

Coming from the Ming Dynasty, Kong Tingxun certainly knew where the weaknesses of tanks were.

"Do you still have this thing? I'll try to shoot two rounds." Rundstedt ran back panting.

"Yes!" Kong Tingxun enthusiastically took out another bazooka from the carriage, handed it to Rundstedt, and enthusiastically taught him how to aim and fire.
Chapter completed!