The French closed their eyes and waited for death, but the next moment they did not wait for the imaginary hot bullets, but instead there was a chaotic sound behind them, which seemed to be mixed with the terrible neighing of horses and the wails of humans.

Julian hurriedly opened his eyes and looked back, only to find that the dense formation of pursuers behind him had become sparse and messy at this time, and not far behind them was a dusty rolling yellow sand, and a few slender horse legs could be faintly seen in the dust and dust, stomping indiscriminately towards the sky.

Julien didn't know what had happened, but he knew that the sand pirates must be in great trouble, and at this moment he regarded this scene as a blessing from God, and the French could not help but recite prayers to express their gratitude.

Although the sand thieves were still following closely behind, it was obvious that their attention was no longer on Julian and his party, and these fierce and fierce outlaws showed a panicked look at the moment, and kept looking back behind them.

Mehannaid was also taken aback by the surprise attack he had just encountered, but the battle-hardened leader of the sand thieves quickly regained his composure. With eagle-sharp eyes piercing through the glare of sunlight and dust, he immediately spotted the attacker's tracks.

Mehannaid gritted his molars so hard that he would make two mistakes in a single day, thinking that he was only three simple targets, so that he did not have the guard of the guard as he had done in the past.

The sight before him once again proved that his previous hunch was correct, and it was indeed a trap for him, and he fell into the trap of Bashir's poisonous snake, killing some of his most loyal men.

Mehannaid would not have considered whether al-Bashir had fallen for someone else's job, and the result would have been the same in his eyes, the coward had to take responsibility for the whole thing, and he had vowed to stick the traitor's entire family on a sharpened stake, provided he escaped from the trap alive, of course.

The desert bandits had changed their identities by this time, and they had gone from fierce pursuers to hunted targets, and the opponent who hunted them was a regular cavalry of heavily armed and well-trained cavalry, far superior to these rabble.

Some legends and the like, very fond of flaunting the dark side of the world's power, it seems that the bandits are all kung fu masters, and they are vigorous and vigorous in a hundred steps, while the horse bandits are all well-ridden, neat and have good marksmanship. When the government army is surrounded and suppressed, the boss only needs to shout a slogan such as the brave wins in a narrow road, and they will charge forward without any scruples, and at this time, the regular army will always be like a clown, even if they carry the best weapons, they will be beaten by these outlaws.

Of course, this is not all the authors making up nonsense, such absurd examples of war have been recorded in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign history, especially in modern Chinese history, and the official will often deliberately publicize how strong the bandits are, so as to cover up the truth that the government army is weak and rotten.

But these are only special cases that can occur in certain circumstances, and under normal circumstances, no matter how powerful and fierce the gangs are in reality, unless they have an overwhelming numerical superiority, they are simply vulnerable to a well-trained regular army.

Because unlike the bandits who only know how to fight bravely, the soldiers of the regular army are trained in modern and systematic military training, they are thinking war machines, and all training is aimed at how to take the lives of the enemy more efficiently.

Just like now, in the face of a formidable German-French mixed cavalry platoon, the famous Mehannad thieves are as fragile as lambs to the slaughter.

These are professional cavalrymen who have been formally trained, and they are modern knights trained by European armies in a scientific way by integrating hundreds of years of Europe's top cavalry tactics and skills.

Although the cavalry has begun to decline on the European continent, it does not mean that this class has lost its own lethality.

The emergence of machine guns has changed the mode of modern warfare, but the cavalry has not been eliminated by the armies of various countries for a long time, in addition to the army is full of a group of old cavalry supporters, but also because of the performance of cavalry in some areas, it cannot be replaced by a new generation of technical arms for the time being.

Because the cavalry can be called an aristocratic army, the overall quality is more elite than the infantry, so Germany in the 100,000 army of the year retained a large number of the Second Reich period of the famous cavalry, almost every infantry division will be incorporated into a cavalry reconnaissance unit, riding is a skill that all German army officers must master, Germany's military athletes have always been the favorite in the Olympic equestrian competition.

In the Polish battlefield, the cavalry units of the German Wehrmacht were armed with spears and rifles, and galloped on high-headed horses.

As for the rumors that the Polish cavalry used mounted spears to attack the German tanks, in fact it was the result of the brains of an Italian journalist, a group of Polish cavalry attacked the German infantry who were resting, killing the unprepared Germans and scattering them, and on the way to the route, the cavalry unfortunately ran into a German armored unit, and the tankmen mercilessly repelled the Polish cavalry with machine guns and artillery.

The Polish cavalry regiment suffered heavy losses in this battle, and the bloody scene triggered the creative desire of the Italian journalist Parada, who arrived afterwards. Parada has lived until now, and must have been warmly welcomed by some online media.

Now back to the Sahara wilderness of North Africa. Hanst hurried with his mixed platoon of cavalry, only to find himself a step late when he arrived at the Loire Springs.

Traces from the scene indicate that the subject had an accident while camping, as they abandoned almost all of their luggage and left the camp with only their horses. Items and supplies were not searched, either by the attackers who did not enter the camp, or by the fact that they had no interest in what their targets were carrying.

Hanst preferred to believe that it was the former, and he speculated that the target might have sensed the danger and fled the camp in a hurry, and the attacker must have followed the target away, so he did not come to check the items.

The German second lieutenant immediately ordered all of them to mount their horses, follow the horseshoe marks left on the ground, and quickly search and advance in the direction of the target's escape.

The Germans and the French rode European horse breeds, mostly French horses and Hanoverian horses, which were carefully selected to be the strongest horses, carefully fed on weekdays, both in terms of physical strength and endurance, far surpassing these native horse breeds of North Africa, especially in short-range acceleration, even the best Arabian horses can only be found in the dust.

Most of the mounts of the sand pirates are Pabhus adapted to the desert climate, and some are Spanish hybrids, which can endure hunger and thirst, and their usual stamina is good, but they are a little awkward in terms of speed.

The bandit bandits left a very conspicuous trail of horses in the sand, and following the trails, the German cavalry soon spotted the enemy running wildly in the distance. At this time, the German and French cavalry had been marching for several hours under the scorching sun since the morning, and both men and horses were already very tired.

Especially in Germany, their horses have not had time to adapt to the local hot and dry environment, and their shiny and smooth fur has been soaked with sweat at this time, and if they continue to gallop at high speed, it is easy to cause irreparable damage to the horses.

But now the situation is critical, in order to complete the task assigned by the superiors, it is inevitable to pay some sacrifices, if necessary, as long as the sacrifice is worthwhile, this is a German soldier must have the consciousness.

Hanst was not a cavalryman, but after spending some time with them, he knew the relationship between them and his mounts. However, as a commander, sometimes you have to give orders that are unacceptable to your subordinates, which is also the consciousness of an officer, in order to complete the mission, they must learn to be cold-blooded and ruthless, even if it will cause anger and hatred among their subordinates.

"Full speed charge!" Hanst drew his saber hanging from the saddle and held it flat to point at the enemy figure in the distance.

"Cavalry! Assault! The sergeant major shouted as he pulled his Mauser pistol from his waist.

The soldiers knew that this was a critical moment, and they knew how much damage they would do to their mounts by another high-speed assault, but they were all soldiers, and they were taught from a young age that the orders of their superiors must be strictly obeyed, so many people gritted their teeth and struggled to poke their favorite horse's belly with their spurs, driving the war horse to gallop forward with all their might.

In the heat of fifty degrees, these loyal animals worked hard to squeeze out their last bit of physical strength, and frantically assaulted forward for the honor of their masters.

Many of the horses had foaming at the mouth, and the scorching heat of the area was a huge burden on these hardy Nordic horses, and the cavalrymen wiped away their tears and held their rifles steadily, their chests full of hatred and anger, and someone had to pay for it, and the root of all this pointed to the group of thieves in front of them.

The Eurohorse's ability to accelerate over short distances was remarkable, and soon the distance between the two sides was reduced to seventy or eighty meters, within which the cavalry was able to hit a target the size of a standard chest target in motion.

Hanst finally pointed forward with his saber in hand, and the cavalry immediately fired the first volley, and a third of the bandits and their mounts tumbled to the ground.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a dazzling saber appeared in front of him, and after a whirlwind of the world, a headless corpse in familiar clothes appeared in his field of vision, and then darkness descended.

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