Sudden ...... Gatling's bronze sound is long and unique, four Gatlings control a 200-meter-wide offensive cross-section, which does seem to be a little lacking in firepower, Rao is this kind of six-barreled heavy machine gun has strong firepower, but it is still a little powerless to control a 50-meter charge section. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Forty meters in the sky, the observation sentinels were already dumbfounded, and the black crowd at their feet was covered by four invisible death scythes, and each time Gatling spun the muzzle, pieces of dead bodies lay on the ground.

The offensive front line was no longer normal straight or triangular protruding, and the four Gatlings were more like four ice-cream whistles, each swing of the muzzle from side to side could dig a deep arc depression from the charging team.

The rain of bullets dug up pieces of flesh and blood from the tide of cavalry, and then more cavalry accelerated to replenish it, and the battlefield had formed a situation of meat grinder band charge, and all the Cossacks had already killed the red eye.

There is no way to retreat, then you can only move forward!

"Attack! The Cossacks will never retreat...... "The sudden brass sound poured a rain of bullets, and the officer who shouted the slogan was shot in the back of his head and shattered, ** sprayed the soldiers behind him in the face.

"Ulla...... Charge...... ......The little tongue of the screaming soldier was exposed to the air, but in the next second, the metal projectile shot through his front teeth and directly broke his neck bone.

Death has become an ordinary thing that does not deserve pity, and the familiar figures around them fall one by one and cannot even exchange for the blink of an eye from their comrades, at this moment all of them have been swept up in the torrent of war, and even a little bit of self-consciousness has been lost.

The first wave of 2,000 warriors rushed into the position of the volunteers with the will to die to annihilate the whole army, and they were indomitable.

A total of 13,000 elite volunteers were deployed on Jiangxin Island, these men from the white mountains and black waters were not the first brothers of the battlefield for a long time, the brutal battle in Vladivostok tempered them, and in the face of such a crazy cavalry tide, although they were a little nervous, the rhythm of preparation for war was not chaotic at all.

The Chinese veterans were scattered among them, acting as officers of all ranks, and their roars came and went, calming the emotions of the soldiers at the last moments.

"Steady...... Don't shoot, they don't have a threat anymore, you can shoot after a hundred meters......"

"Save on grenades...... Don't bomb the ice, only invest grenades in the river flats......"

"Squad leaders pay attention to the rhythm and save ammunition ......"

"Rushed over and went into a hundred meters of range...... Brother them!"

Bang Bang Bang ...... The outcropping soldier in the trench pulled the trigger, and the guns were brilliant and the bullets rained out.

The firing distance of 100 meters was literally a hit for Mauser, and the sharp bullets puffed into the enemy's chest, and the strong horses screamed and threw the riders to the ground, and then tripped over the horses that followed the charge.

"Offense...... For the Empire...... Offensive ...... "The surviving officers of the vanguard force were all crying, although they were all veterans, they had never withstood such a crazy attack by Gatlin.

In the minds of these Central Asian cavalrymen, the Gatling weapon was nothing more than an occasional tale of officers chatting, and they had never seen it at all.

Even the Bodan rifle in their hands was just issued to the army last year, and they were still using the old-fashioned front-loading Mini rifle before, which shows how poor the Tsarist army has become in recent years, and even the money for reloading has been gone.

Today is the time for them to swallow the consequences, because the equipment has lagged behind the times, so today it is not the Chinese who are passively beaten, but them.

Rao is Fardeev was fully mentally prepared, but he did not expect that the sacrifice would be so large, so fast, and the ultra-efficient killing on the opposite side scared countless Cossacks stupidly.

"How can this be? Before the second wave of the shock team hits the ice, the vanguard will be wiped out?"

Ashvin wiped his cold sweat: "Impossible! With only a 200-meter charge section, these Chinese are equipped with four Gatlings? Is this a madman? Who is their commander? This firepower configuration is not at the right level......

Fagiev's brain was spinning to the point of death as he listened to his men's words, and the immediate result was not what he wanted, which was completely out of his plan.

Judging from past experience, the first wave of 2,000 cavalry was killed, even if all of them were killed...... Of course, Fadeyev's purpose was to let these soldiers be cannon fodder.

That's 2,000 people and 2,000 horses, and 4,000 lives will have to be killed for a while even if the Chinese are killed, right? Just take advantage of this effort, the second wave of attacks on 2,000 people can go to the ice.

After the Chinese have killed the first wave of vanguards, the second wave of attacks can advance to at least 200 meters of the position, and by this time the most intensive stage of Chinese fire has passed.

The second wave of the attack can disrupt the rhythm of the enemy's defense and the density of firepower, and when the third wave of attack begins, a strong charge can be launched at a distance of 50 meters.

Three waves of 6,000 men are enough to disrupt the rhythm of the Chinese, and as long as the vanguard cavalry begins to entangle hand-to-hand combat in the enemy's position, the follow-up army will continue to surge.

"I have an army of 30,000 Cossacks, and I can win even a quarter of the battle! But why are these Chinese so fierce! God, please tell me......

God did not give Fagiev any answer, but the Grim Reaper gave him an answer, and when the second wave of attacking troops had not yet reached the middle of the river, the first wave of 2,000 men and horses had already been reduced to minced meat.

The brass shells made a crisp sound as they jumped and crashed into the trenches, and the excited roars of the officers shocked the recruits from daring to have the slightest confusion and hesitation, everything was like slow motion, and Xiao Lotian could even see the bullet casings thrown by Gatling draw a complex parabola in the air.

He smiled, and the founder of the Chinese nation smiled so happily, and the feeling of being in control of everything was so wonderful!

"Firepower! The Chinese are used to the era when firepower is king! This feels wonderful!"

"Boys, keep it up...... Eat all the enemies who dare to charge, and make this Jiangxin Island an eternal nightmare for Tsarist Russia! After the war, I will pay out of my own pocket and shape a statue for you here!"

"The descendants of the Chinese will never forget you! In the era when firepower is king, you are destined to be pioneers! Hahaha, happy!"

At this point, the Cossack cavalry had entered the situation of being difficult to ride tigers, and the second wave of cavalry had already attacked, and even if the order was given now to let them withdraw, it would be too late.

Fadeev's distressed hand covered his heart, "Insist...... There is no way back...... Even if we lose half of the battle today, we will have to rush over!"

"Even if we can't win, we have to learn from Gogol!"

"Now we have only one thing to think about...... That's to huddle together for warmth, and prepare for a long-term hard fight!"