It turned out that there was no strongest class of troops in the world, but only the most suitable ones, and although the cavalry could maintain its superiority over the infantry most of the time, it was on the great plains, after the speed of the war horses increased, not in the dense forests and hills.

The Franco-Swiss border was already mountainous and hilly, coupled with a large area of dense jungle all over it, and the complex environment inherently curbed the combat effectiveness of the cavalry, not to mention that the tactics of the new army were simply unseen by them, and losses were inevitable.

Luo Huo's firing position was on the top of a gentle slope, although the height difference between them and the forest in front of them was only two or three meters, but it was enough to withstand the rain of bullets of the French army, and the whizzing bullets hit the soft bunker and white smoke was everywhere, but there was no result at all.

Condescendingly, he chose to shoot horizontally, and there was a cover twenty or thirty centimeters high above his head, not to mention the cavalry moving at high speed, this kind of target would be difficult for even a team of snipers to hit the target.

However, it was too easy for the new army to fight these cavalry from a high position, and it was no different from hitting a moving target on the training ground.

A puff of white smoke outlined the arc of the Nova Army's position in the sound of gunfire, and the calm officers began to control the rhythm of their shooting, occasionally throwing out a few grenades to force the nearest French troops to retreat, and the stubborn resistance caused the cavalry battalion to suffer heavy casualties and blood flowing.

"Charge, keep charging...... Don't lose your honor, take a step back and your military spirit will be scattered, and you will not want to ......condense in this life."

"Victory, I only want to win, regardless of casualties...... Warriors of France, now is the most critical moment, if we lose this time, we will be defeated again and again......"

The French battalion commander shouted and cried, he watched the young men fall off the horse one by one, his heart was dripping blood, he really wanted to take the young men out of here, but he couldn't say the order to retreat.

He is not wrong, it is too difficult to condense the soul of the army, it needs to be built by victory after victory, the soul of the French army is created by Napoleon, when an army has the spirit of the victor, the balance of war will tilt in their favor.

The victor naturally has the pride of the victor, and this spirit will become stronger and stronger with the continuous victory. Victory is contagious, but defeat is contagious.

If today's cavalry battalion could not withstand the huge casualties and retreated, then the seeds of defeat would be planted in the hearts of all the lads, and the negative feelings would accompany them for the rest of their lives, and this kind of loser's feelings would be absolutely fatal on the battlefield.

"Spelled... French lads...... Spelled... Draw your sabers, forward, forward, forward... Hack these Chinese to death, don't forget that this is our motherland, and under our feet is our land......"

"Kill..." The cavalry battalion is now completely red-eyed, watching their comrades fall one by one, the blood courage in their hearts is also drumming, they can lose to anyone, but they must not lose to these Chinese.

"Kill...... We can break through the capitals of these Easterners, we can force their emperors to death, we can control their customs, we can cede their territories...... But today, this group of barbarians dares to invade France, how can we fail, we don't want to be the laughing stock of Europe..."

The white saber was raised into a jungle of steel, flashing with sunlight and straight forward. The earth was shaking violently, and the power of all the war horses was pushed to the extreme.

The crazy French forgot about the oncoming rain of bullets, the roar of grenades, and even more ignored the wails of their fallen comrades, and everyone had only one thought, rushing up to hack these oriental barbarians.

"It's not good, the French are going to work hard...... Xiao Letian pinched the knuckles of the telescope and turned white, "Don't let me down, you must withstand it, if you can't even pass this test, you will not be able to think about the big battle of hundreds of thousands of people in the future, what bullshit national rejuvenation is, it's all a dream......"

Not only Xiao Letian was nervous, even the general army couldn't sit still at this time, they walked out of the hidden places one by one, staring at the battlefield in the distance, and they didn't dare to come out.

"These Chinese are finished, the number of people is too small, it is too small, and now there are still three hundred French cavalry, and these Chinese are only more than a hundred, which is a full double the gap......"

"That's right, and the French army is still cavalry, as long as they grit their teeth and survive the death zone with the densest firepower, as long as they are willing to sacrifice and rush to the front of the Chinese, victory is definitely the ...... of the French"

"Sir, do you need us to go to war? can't do this, they're going to die, the heroes of Hamburg are going to die..."

Jonas and the Prussian company commander both had white faces, they really wanted to give the order to enter the war, but they didn't dare, Prussia's national strategy could not have any accidents. Although everyone knew that war with the French was inevitable, it was by no means now, absolutely not.

At this moment, Xiao Letian suddenly glanced at them with slanted eyes, and said coldly, "This is a grievance between our Chinese and the French, we don't need you to interfere, we don't want to cheat in this big test...... My brother, I trust them..."

Xiao Letian's confidence is not arrogant, the brothers of the new army are not raw melons and eggs who came out of the training ground, they are all tempered from Naha's blood and fire overnight, and they are all rushed out of a desperate situation.

Looking at the French cavalry getting closer and closer, the Wing King quickly pulled the trigger, and the remaining bullets of Spencery were drained and "ran out of bullets...... Stop reloading, it's too late...... What are you waiting for if Luo Huo doesn't do it? Noheita and Hyotaro...... Don't let me down, get ready for battle......"

Without a word of nonsense, Luo Huo jumped up, half-crouched in front of the bunker, and the bullet-ridden Spencer in his hand opened fire intensively. However, this time he did not shoot the French army in front of him, but three small dirt bags that were very inconspicuous in front of the bunker.

The bullet hit the gravel on the dirt bag with high temperature and huge impact, and the flying sparks ignited the particles of gunpowder that were scattered all over the ground, followed by three huge explosions that burst into the ground, and the shock wave suddenly overturned the Luo fire.

"It's done, brothers, prepare for the fight, let these French know how the Cold Weapons War is fought, don't forget the unique skills of the ancestors......" The Winged King threw away Spencer, drew his short knife and jumped out of cover, followed by countless soldiers with bayonets gathered behind him, forming a dense phalanx.

It was a nightmare, and this group of French cavalry collectively had a nightmare from which they could not wake up. The shock wave of the three explosions not only caused a large number of casualties, but also disrupted the rhythm of their charge.

Originally, the speed of the three hundred cavalry had been adjusted to be close to the same, but this explosion frightened countless war horses, and made countless knights subconsciously slow down to avoid it.

The charging cavalry is afraid that the rhythm will be disrupted, and once the speed of the war horses is inconsistent, it will definitely cause collision and chaos, and the impact of the entire formation will be greatly reduced.

The more terrifying thing was still to come, when the smoke in front of them gradually dissipated, when the cavalry closed their eyes and rushed through the smoke and dust, the scene in front of them made them stunned.

"What is it? Have I crossed the gate of time? Have we returned to ancient times......" In front of the cavalry battalion commander, a dense phalanx of nearly fifty people appeared in front of him, ten people in a horizontal formation, and five teams were neatly formed.

What is even more strange is that instead of muskets, these soldiers are holding long steel knives that rise high above their heads in graceful arcs.

The soldiers, with resolute and brutal eyes and strange rhythmic slogans in their mouths, were moving forward step by step.

"Tiger Tiger...... Ha... Tiger Tiger ...... Ha... Tiger Tiger ...... Ha..."The simple rhythm made everyone's pace very unified, and the whole military formation was pressed like a rock.

"What the hell is this? Who can tell me what this thing is......

No one can answer this question, and at this time, the sense of existence of a small Japanese country among the European powers is extremely low, and the people have no understanding of Japanese culture and are not interested in learning about it.

But not understanding doesn't mean that they can't feel this cold killing intent, the light emitted from the eyes of this group of enemies is not the light that humans can emit at all, they are a group of beasts, and they are injured beasts.

"Life is like cherry blossoms, gorgeous and short, don't be afraid of death, that is our permanent home. Now, let's fight to our heart's content, and Amaterasu will bless us with a long martial arts......"

Noheita had fallen into a subtle Zen realm, and his entire perception had been linked to this battlefield, and the military formation of fifty people seemed to be a whole at that moment.

The military formation stepped on its own slogan and marched forward little by little, the nearly one-meter-long sword was ready to chop, Xiao Letian's Foreign Legion was now all Japanese samurai, they had all learned this method of battle formation before joining the new army, and it was their housekeeping skill to resist riding on foot.

"Draw the Sword...... Cut..."Noheita roared, and the ten Changtai knives in the front row of the queue slashed down from the top of their heads, and the four knights were shattered in the light of the sword.

After this slash, the ten samurai did not hesitate at all, turned their heads and drilled back into the military formation, while the ten swords in the second row followed closely, and although there were several cavalrymen in front of them, it was another round of slashing.

The five teams of samurai were like wheels, and in Xiao Letian's eyes, this scene was as effective as the combine harvester cutting wheat in later generations.

The sword was waved in front of the formation, and the cavalry that had lost their speed suddenly turned into dumpling stuffing, often before the saber was picked up, the cold sword jungle on the opposite side had already pounced.

Xiao Letian slapped his thigh excitedly, "Okay, good, it's all good, I didn't expect this kind of battle method to break the enemy, but you thought of it, like, Lao Tzu will give you 32 likes......"

"Ascend, ascend, Wing King and Luo Huo, don't fight, cover the wings of the sword drawing team, don't let the French take advantage of the loopholes...... Yes, yes, well done..."

Xiao Lotian turned his head and shouted excitedly to Jonas, "What do I say? My brother I can trust, fight more with less, overcome the strong with the weak, we Chinese have done it..."

Jonas was sweating nervously, and was wiping it with a handkerchief, "Yes, this is really an amazing army, since I came into contact with them, the surprise has never stopped, I admire it very much..."

Can you not admire it? In the Hamburg barracks, he dared to kidnap the Prussian prince, dared to save people in the fierce fire field without fear of the threat of high gunpowder, and when he arrived in France, he was able to bravely save the prime minister, and now he actually beat the French cavalry battalion with less than he could.

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