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Chapter 418: Charge! charge! The last elegy of the ancient mongoose cavalry!

"boom! boom! boom!"

This rumbling sound is not the rumbling sound of artillery!

It is the roar of tens of thousands of war horses trampling the earth!

At this moment, several reconnaissance planes are circling in the sky. The deputy observer on the plane holds a camera and looks from different locations. Angle to shoot this magnificent scene.

This is ten years!

No!

This is since 1860, when Seng Gelinqin led tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry to raid the French and French coalition forces!

The largest cavalry battle in the land of Great Xia!

It was only then!

Most of the people led by Zeng Gelinqin were warriors from the inner meerkat ancient Horqin grassland (Zeng Gelinqin was the leader of the Horqin left wing rear banner).

But now!

They are the outer meerkat ancient, even more barbaric immortal warriors.

However!

Time has passed. The situation became even worse!

The weapons in the hands of the ancient meerkat cavalry changed from matchlock guns to Mosin-Nagant rifles supported by Maozi.

However, what was opposite them!

It was no longer the lobster side of the anti-French coalition. Formation!

It is no longer the old-fashioned rifled gun!

It is the Maxim, Dapanji, 60 mortar!

Even the STG44 24-shot rifle in the hands of elite soldiers!

"Fire! Fire!"

"Ta da da~ da da da~"

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

"boom! boom! boom!"

As the firing holes on the armored truck sprayed out the flames of death, the thunderous roar of guns completely covered up the sound of the hooves of the ancient meerkat cavalry.

This was an industrial civilization's counterattack against the nomadic civilization!

Sorry!

That Wooden Nang Su Lun!

Times have changed!

The ancient meerkat people had fast horses and scimitars, and the era of arrogance!

Gone forever!

Learn to sing and dance more in the future!

The dense artillery fire is like the fist of God, every time Once it falls from the sky, it will form an irregular circular barrage of more than ten meters!

Most of the Mongolian cavalry in the depths were hit by the shells. Only a few lucky ones were able to escape, but it was useless.

Shocked The horses were out of control and began to run around on the battlefield.

People!

You can defeat fear!

But horses can't!

Machine guns and artillery!

Completely disrupt the formation of the ancient mongoose cavalry!

600 meters!

This is like a line drawn by a god of death. No matter how the ancient mongoose cavalry division charged, they could not cross this line of death.

War horses! Warriors!

Rows and rows fell down.

Scarlet blood seeped into the grassland that had just turned green.

The green grass turned black and red.!

"attack! attack!"

Su Lun, the wooden bag, seemed to be a gambler who was red-eyed after losing. He kept urging the Mongolian tribes to continue attacking!

A group of Mongolian men rushed up, and a group fell immediately, and then another group rushed up. , another batch fell!

"Headman! The firepower of the Southerners is too fierce!"

"We can't get through!"

"Withdraw! King Khan! Let's withdraw!"

More and more leaders and leaders retreated!

But at this moment!

The supervisory team of Mu Nang Su Lun stepped forward.

They picked up their scimitars and stabbed a tribal leader who retreated.

Gulu Gu——

"Turn around and keep rushing! Dare to say retreat!"

"Just like this person!"

Seeing that the head of their leader was crushed like a ball by the horse hooves of the war team.

These tribal cavalry let out a desperate cry.

They turned around and rushed towards the Fengjun camp again!

They knew.

Today, there is death or life!

However, , the war supervisory team soon lost control of the situation.

Mu Nangsu Lun's war supervisory team only had more than 500 people.

But the southerners in front of them seemed to have countless guns and cannons!

"Run away! Run away!"

It's not just these people!

That Mu Nangsu Lun is also desperate.

"How many guns do these southerners have? How many bullets!"

In the battle on the grassland, I have always believed that there is no more than three arrows in the battle!

And!

Because of the traffic jam, even if the grassland warriors have guns in their hands, they only have more than ten rounds of bullets.

In a battle! Tens of thousands of bullets can be consumed. Astronomical figures!

And now, how many bullets were fired by those heavy machine guns spitting out tongues of flames on the opposite side?

A thousand points?

Or ten thousand rounds!?

The consumption of a machine gun on the opposite side is the consumption of one battle!

And now!

There are at least hundreds of machine guns firing at the same time on the front line of fire!

How many bullets are there?

One million rounds?

Hiss!!

"Mingjin! withdraw troops! quick!"

Looking at the faint signs of collapse of the army.

Su Lun, the wooden bag, was still hesitating!

But Prince Haishan decisively ordered a retreat. Ding, ding, ding - accompanied by a strange golden sound.

The ancient mongoose cavalry seemed to be coming. Amnesty, countless people clamped their horses' belly and fled backwards without looking back.

"who! Who ordered Ming Jin! I'm going to kill him!"(To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

At this moment, Su Lun's eyes were full of blood. In this battle alone, he had lost at least tens of thousands of men, and as for the lightly and seriously wounded, there were countless more.

But he is unwilling to retreat!

He always thinks, next second!

Maybe the next second!

The southern machine gun will be out of bullets?

Just like a gambler who has lost all his money.

He always imagines that the next one can Comeback!

However, it was already too late.

Prince Haishan grabbed the reins of the wooden bag Su Lun's horse

"Anda! Withdraw!"

"we regroup...Regroup and fight again!"

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The water-cooled barrel of the Maxim machine gun was making a gurgling sound like a boiling kettle at this time.

The drizzle falling from the sky fell on the barrel and immediately made a sizzling sound.

It soon turned into white steam.

As a last resort, the soldiers grabbed the snow on the ground and covered the barrel of the gun, just hoping to cool the barrel!

There was no way!

The soldiers did not dare to stop the trigger in their hands!

"The ancient meerkats are crazy!"

"Are they still going to charge?"

The machine gunners saw the corpses of ancient meerkats piled up on the grassland in the distance!

Especially after the fallen war horses, they were piled on top of each other!

It seemed to be more than half a meter high!

These dead war horses!

Serious! Hindered the shooting range!

However, they also hindered the subsequent cavalry charge.

Some ancient meerkat cavalry stopped in front of these corpse walls in 687.

Only the bravest Battle dared to jump over the corpse wall and continue to charge forward.

But it was very difficult. Quick.

They have also become part of the wall of corpses.

Ding, ding, ding - at this moment!

The Fengjun soldiers also heard the sound of gold ringing from the ancient mongoose army formation.

As the ancient mongoose soldiers began to retreat.

The pursuit battle!

Begins!

"kill! kill!"

The 1st Cavalry Division and the 1st Mongolian Cavalry Division who have been waiting for a long time.

The two wings of the Fengjun army rushed out and began to chase and kill the ancient meerkat cavalry that had fled along the way and was completely disorganized.

And in the sky, countless iron birds that the ancient meerkat people feared, Like vultures raised by the eternal sky, there were only one or two at first, but now there are dozens of them.

Where there are vultures, it must mean the arrival of death.

They are constantly circling, swooping, and shooting.

Every time a machine gun sweeps When the ancient meerkat troops fled, they always took away the lives of several or even dozens of people!

However, the ancient meerkat people could only be passively beaten and could not fight back at all!

"Report! Telegram from the front!"

"read!"

"On March 22, our army and the coalition forces of the Bogd Khanate launched a fierce battle on the Bayansusu grassland."

"As of about three o'clock in the afternoon, the enemy was defeated by our troops. In this battle, more than 1.20,000 enemy soldiers were wiped out, more than 20,000 people were captured, and countless horses, flags, and baggage were captured!"

"The mongooses fled to the vicinity of Zongmod and Bogdohan Mountains!"

Chapter 2 is added today.

Chapter (2/14) is missing.