Ji Boying finished his words, but no one responded.

It’s not that these emperors and princes don’t want to answer, but they simply can’t hear clearly.

The sky was full of roaring artillery fire, the intensive firepower swept across the ground, and the soldiers who were not afraid of death one after another screamed and charged, making it impossible to hear any other sounds.

In this first large-scale mechanized battle in human history.

Rapid artillery, long-range heavy artillery, Maxim machine guns, asphyxiating gas bombs, rudimentary bombers, rudimentary tanks, these weapons of mass destruction produced by modern industrialization are all on the scene.

In front of these steel weapons, the human body appears so fragile, like leeks being harvested like crazy.

Of course, except Iron Man.

On the battlefield, there are a large number of dead soldiers carrying flamethrowers constantly attacking the opponent's defense line, a completely suicidal charge.

After the Battle of Verdun, someone made statistics on this battlefield, which was only ten kilometers in radius. On average, one artillery shell fell per square meter, and there was absolutely no blind spot.

The moment a person steps into this battlefield, it is as if he is trapped in a huge meat grinder, and in the end he can only turn into minced meat.

Ji Boying glanced at the group of emperors and princes. Although everyone knew that what they saw was an illusion, they couldn't help but subconsciously dodge. In the end, he found that there was no way to dodge, and the shells were like rain.

If it were in a real battlefield, everyone present would have been bombarded to pieces.

‘Quiet.’

Ji Boying's mind turned and he muted the holographic projection directly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to attend this class at all.

As the sound disappeared, everyone gradually recovered from the shock.

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief, and some were even gasping for air, with dense cold sweat on their foreheads.

Although the sound is muted, the projection continues and the meat grinder is still running.

"Lao Zhu, let me ask you."

"If such weapons and equipment are used to launch an offensive against Ming Dynasty, what will be the outcome of Ming Dynasty?"

Ji Boying looked at Lao Zhu, who was still staring at the tank.

There were not many tanks on the battlefield of Verdun. The total number of tanks on both sides was only a few hundred.

When tanks were put into the battlefield in the era when they were first created, they were almost invincible. To describe them as steel beasts is just right.

Lao Zhu looked at the tank running over him, his eyes showing undisguised affection.

‘If our Ming Dynasty also had such iron chariots, we wouldn’t need more, just a dozen would be enough. Why worry about the remaining Tatars not being destroyed!’

‘Line up in a row and run over directly!’

"Father, the immortal master wants to ask you a question."

Abiao gently pushed Lao Zhu, who was still in YY, and at the same time whispered in Lao Zhu's ear the question asked by the immortal master again. Only then did Lao Zhu react and quickly came to his senses.

He frowned and thought for a moment.

"The Ming Dynasty must perish."

The other emperors and princes, as well as the important ministers in the outer circle, were silent.

Obviously, Lao Zhu’s answer is also their answer.

"But I want to tell you, this is the future trend of the world. If Ming Dynasty stagnates and does not move ahead of the world, it will be stepped on."

"Remember."

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Only by developing can you become stronger."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's hearts trembled, and they were firmly remembered in their hearts.

"You like tanks very much?"

Ji Boying turned to look at Lao Zhu and pointed at the tank group that had already driven away.

The tanks and bombers that appeared in the Battle of Verdun were all first-generation models. In fact, they did not have a major impact on the entire battle situation, and the number of them brought to the battlefield was rare. Their core role was to deter the enemy, which was a bit of a show off.

Meaning.

"Tank?"

This is the first time Lao Zhu has heard this term.

"Hmm."

Lao Zhu nodded.

Not only Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, Xiao Zhusi, and big and small Zhu Houzhao, these militants of Lao Zhu's family all have their eyes fixed on the tank.

Having experienced fighting on the battlefield, they developed a keen intuition that told them that this big iron car was the real killer weapon.

Ji Boying looked at the group of tanks going away. In World War I, tanks did not become the main weapon, but by World War II, tanks had become the absolute core of combat power.

"Since you are interested, let me show you a show."

"Real tank battle."

The words are settled.

In an instant, the artillery fire in the sky dispersed, and the meat grinder-like battlefield disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the figures of everyone were 'rising' at an extremely fast speed.

Of course, this is a visual upgrade.

"This is..."

Lao Zhu didn't care about this visual improvement. After experiencing it twice, he was used to it.

At this moment, Lao Zhu's eyes subconsciously fell on the 'big birds' flying around him.

"So many big birds!"

Xiao Zhu shouted subconsciously.

Everyone looked intently and saw thousands of big birds flying through the clouds and mist. The birds' bodies were on fire and there was a loud clicking sound.

"Father, look below."

Lao Zhu Di reminded Lao Zhu in a condensed voice.

Lao Zhu looked subconsciously and saw the battlefield below.

In an endless wilderness, both sides are densely packed with tanks of various types, and they are fiercely bombarding each other.

At the same time, there were also dense hairs, shouting ‘Ula!’!

Completely desperate, crazy attack.

The scalps of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Laosi were all numbed by this shocking scene. This is the battlefield of real men!

"What you are seeing now is the Battle of Kursk. The two countries invested a total of more than 8,000 tanks and 5,000 aircraft."

"Come."

"Guess the damage and the scale of this battle."

Ji Boying instantly accelerated the holographic projection.

In an instant, the air battle roared in the sky, passing through everyone's bodies, and hundreds of Big Bird fighter planes fell down, covering the eyes of Xiao Zhusi, young Zhu Houzhao, Yongle Zhu Zhanji and other young men in their teens and twenties.

Straight.

Seriously, fast and furious!

As for the older people such as Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di, their eyes were always fixed on the tank battle on the ground.

Covered by endless artillery fire, these giant steel vehicles were scrapped one after another, which made Lao Zhu extremely distressed. How wonderful it would be to move one of these back to our Ming Dynasty!

"This battle requires at least one million troops to be invested!"

Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jian took a deep breath and said in a condensed voice.

"The casualties should be at least 500,000!"

Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu personally experienced the Battle of Peking, and to some extent he was on the battlefield. However, compared with the brutality of the Battle of Peking, the two were not on the same level at all.

Ji Boying glanced at these people.

I just finished watching The Meat Grinder of Verdun. Why are my horizons still so low? You are still so fussy about estimating battle damage. Can't you be bolder?

It seems that in the future, we need to show these guys more about the development of future generations and raise their threshold of vision. Only when the vision of the helm is improved can the people below have room to display.

"In the Battle of Kursk, the two countries invested a total of nearly 3 million troops, suffered more than 1.4 million casualties, destroyed more than 7,000 tanks, and lost more than 2,000 fighter planes."

Ji Boying spoke calmly.

Buzz…!

All the emperors and princes were stunned, their heads were buzzing.

One-time casualties of 1.4 million. This number is simply too terrible. It is completely beyond the imagination of these Ming Dynasty emperors. This does not mean that Ming Dynasty’s army was wiped out at once!

Phew~

The illusory scene disappeared instantly.

Everything around has returned to the main hall.
To be continued...