On the battlefield, the sound of different batches of shooting finally blended together. Five thousand rifles in front of the Paperling Formation intermittently sprayed flames at the charging Cossack cavalry.

The cavalry of Eastern Europe did not seem to be charging, but like to commit suicide.

The Cossacks in front rushed up, and in the dense rain of bullets, they were thrown down within a few tens of meters, spurting blood or columns of blood on their bodies, falling from their horses and falling into the snow more than a foot thick.

The Cossacks in front were killed, and just gave up space, and the Cossacks in the back were again exposed to the overwhelming rain of bullets.

Then these Cossacks, who had just stood in the first row, were aimed at by sniper rifles, and in a few seconds, these soldiers who had just rushed to the front row were killed.

The Selector Division uses a dense formation, with each soldier occupying only half a meter of the width of the battlefield. The soldiers were divided into three platoons of shooting, lying down, crouching and standing, so that at least nine soldiers of the Selective Division were firing at the width of more than one meter of the battlefield occupied by each Cossack cavalry.

The nine soldiers fired freely, raining bullets at the Cossack cavalry in front at different times at a rate of a few seconds, causing as much damage as you can imagine. Cossack cavalry were often killed after only a few seconds of showing their heads.

The fierce hussars of Eastern Europe seemed to have entered a slaughterhouse and were sent to their deaths one after another. The further you rushed, the higher the hit rate of the front division, and when you rushed to the back, the corpses of the horses on the ground had already made it impossible for the Cossack front to advance. The Cossacks in the back row, who could not jump or bypass the corpses of the horses on the ground, were killed by a rain of bullets strafing from the front.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

Zhirkov rode in the middle of the ranks, his face turned snow-white.

Such a war is terrible. The Cossacks swept across Europe and Asia, and never met such an enemy. Only forty minutes into the war, the Cossacks were killed in the thousands. The corpses on the ground were like slain pigs and sheep, lying horizontally in the snow.

And what is terrible is not the astonishing casualties, but what is even more terrible is the situation on the battlefield: the front line has advanced to a distance of about 200 meters from the front division, and it can no longer continue to advance. The Cossack corpses were stacked at a distance of about two hundred meters, and if they continued to rush, it was possible that all 20,000 Cossacks would be wiped out by these Asian riflemen.

The morale of the Cossacks was passing rapidly, and the European hussars, who had been arrogant a few dozen breaths ago, were already frightened in the blink of an eye. The carnage-like scene made them lose their strength, their hearts beat violently, their eyes blood-red, their bodies stiff, and even tremble.

Their shouts became quieter and quieter, and their charge became slower. Not a single person dared to rush to the front as fast as he could, to be shot and killed by the soldiers of Asia.

There is no doubt about the outcome of the war.

The soldiers of Asia are too strong. The only thing that could stop the Asian soldiers was the bitter cold of Heilongjiang. And by this time, since the enemy had overcome the bitter cold with strange clothing, the Cossacks were far from being the enemy's opponents.

Zhirkov knew that the casualties were too great! It would not be long before the Cossack armies, which had taken Europe and Asia by surprise, collapsed.

It's time to abandon this unsuspenseful war.

However, Zhirkov's awakening was a little slower. With the terrible rate of fire of the rear-loading rifle, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly with each second. Before Zhirkov could give the order to retreat, the Cossack army collapsed.

At least six or seven thousand people were killed in just two hundred meters, and the Cossacks had long lost their fighting spirit. It's just that this terrible massacre happened too quickly, and it took some time for the soldiers in the back to understand the situation in front, otherwise the Cossacks would have collapsed long ago.

After throwing a corpse in the snow, the Cossacks were completely discouraged. No one charged forward, they neighed with fear on their horses, and threw their sabers and rifles on their backs. Their eyes widened with trembling, blood-red, and one by one they shrank on their horses and fled north, hoping to escape their lives in the snow.

Zhirkov saw the cavalry army of more than 10,000 people scattering in a hurry, and his whole body became cold, and his heart suddenly felt like ashes.

I didn't expect this battle to be fought like this.

Zhirkov was the Cossack elected commander-in-chief. As a leader, his responsibility was to lead the Cossacks in grabbing more land, more food and more women.

However, in the blink of an eye, not only did he fail to snatch everything from the Ming people, but was completely defeated by the Ming people. The army collapsed like this, how many people died in this battle?

What did he have to go back to those Cossack women and children?

Zhirkov hesitated for a moment, and was put to the front by the crumbling cavalry.

Almost at the same time, two straight bullets went into Zhirkov's chest and stomach. The spinning conical bullet turned the flesh beneath the fur into a pool of blood in an instant. The bandit leader's eyes widened, and he let out a heart-rending scream, and fell to the snow with a thud.

On the battlefield, the Cossack cavalry, desperately fleeing, had lost their souls.

The terrible muskets of the Ming people in the back were still firing continuously. The Cossacks wanted to escape from the range of 400 meters from the breech-loading rifles, and it was not known how many corpses they would have to drop.

The robbers from Europe have been overwhelmed by fear and have lost all their minds, where is the military discipline and the command of the leader? They were desperate to whip their horses, just trying to get away as fast as they could.

The Cossacks, who were known for their fierceness, were now less like soldiers, but like a bunch of equestrian monkeys fleeing in disarray.

You know, just a few minutes ago, these embarrassed cavalrymen were still thinking about how to distribute the robbed Ming women.

Zhong Feng looked at the Cossack cavalrymen fleeing in a hurry and sneered.

"With this ability, you dare to challenge the prince who descends from the stars?"

"Jiang Chong!"

"The last general!"

"You lead the troops to catch up and kill all these Baiyi! Don't let any of them go. ”

"Order!"

Jiang Chong saluted, waved his hand and shouted: "Everyone take the horse!" Get on your horse and chase Bai Yi! ”

The Blade Division was trained as a cavalry from its birth. Although the selectors equipped with new firearms are more accustomed to dismounting and fighting on foot to maximize the lethality of firearms. But as long as they step on their horses, these soldiers are also excellent cavalrymen.

The soldiers scattered the dense Paperback Formation and ran to the middle of the Paperback to fetch their horses.

The military horses bred by Li Zhi belong to the Mongolian horses. Compared with European war horses, Mongolian horses are much smaller, and their impact is far less than that of European horses. However, the endurance of this war horse was better than that of European war horses, and Jiang Chong was confident that he could catch up with Bai Yi who rode big horses, and put all the Cossacks in this snowy land.

"Drive!"

Jiang Chong rode his war horse and rushed out first.

Behind Jiang Chong, the cavalry of the 20,000 Elective Frontier Division was like a turbulent sea, chasing the Cossacks who were desperately fleeing.