Chapter 72: Attack

The Great Sacrifice Songguo Dried Cloth was a little unhappy at this time, originally thought that this was an opportunity to expand his power, but he didn't expect his lair to be served.

At noon, the sentinel sent back to contact Qingda came back to report that a group of troops were digging fortifications in their territory, although the sentinel was not very clear, but the cunning pine cone Ganbu immediately understood which team had occupied his lair.

The feathers of the falcon in his hands, the small eyes of the dried pine cone cloth rolled around, although he didn't know which part of this army belonged to, he knew that it was definitely not an imperial army.

With his relationship with the high-level of the Blue Flag Empire, he knew very well that it was impossible for the empire's army to move him at this time, as for the troops of other countries, Songguo Ganbu directly denied it, and the only possibility left was that this was an imperial rebel.

"I thought I still needed to find you, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself. With the defeat of your remnants, can you still block the blades of my thousands of iron horsemen? ”

Although the Sentinel had just spotted some cavalry wandering around, Pine Cone knew that the force occupying his territory could not be a cavalry unit, so there was nothing to worry about.

Although Songguo Ganbu is only a native of the plateau, he has also studied at the Imperial Military Academy for a period of time before he became a great sacrifice, so he is one of the few leaders in the grassland who understands the Imperial Army, and knows very well what the Imperial Army is most afraid of when it has never had heavy weapons.

The pine cone cloth released the falcon in his hand, took out a beautiful pocket watch from his arms, and by the light of the torch, the pine cone cloth looked at the time, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and then he threw the holster on his arm to the guards beside him, turned his hand to take the guard's rifle, stepped on the stirrups vigorously, and turned over on the horse.

"Bang!"

With his gunshot, the cavalrymen who had been lined up cheered in unison, and immediately followed the white horse of the pine cone cloth and moved forward slowly.

Of course, in such a dark and snowy night, it is impossible to see the spectacular scene of thousands of horses marching together, but the continuous torches are still magnificent in this dark and snowy night.

Although these cavalrymen basically had three horses, they were still more than 20 miles away from their destination, and in order to accumulate horsepower, they still did not dare to let the horses run too fast.

Although the troops of the pine cone did not let go of the wild run, the distance of more than 20 miles was still reached quickly.

This was Songguoganbu's own territory, so there was no need to send a sentry to reconnoiter the direction in advance, and when he came to the front of the position of the revolutionary army, he stopped about two miles.

In the snowy night, it was dark ahead, and the pine cone cloth raised the torch in his hand and shook it a few times, and all the cavalry stopped and began to wait for the order of the pine cone cloth.

In fact, the pine cone dried cloth was also very strange at this time, in his imagination, since the other party had already sent scouts, he should be prepared at this time, at least he would light a bonfire near the position to prevent them from attacking at night.

But when he arrived here, he found that it was completely different from what he imagined, if it weren't for the fact that he was too familiar with this place, he thought he was on the wrong path.

"It seems that these guys are indeed stragglers, and they didn't expect me to attack at night."

Although the scene in front of him was different from what he imagined, the pine cone dried cloth seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, seeing that the other party had no preparations to prevent a night attack, it seemed that when it was dawn tomorrow, he would be able to use the heads of these Tatu (the collective name of the Central Plains soldiers) to celebrate the victory.

"Targan chief, you brought more than 400 horsemen this time, right?"

Handing the torch to the guard beside him, the pine cone asked a stubble-covered tribal leader nearby.

"Yes, Honorable Ganbu Sacrifice Lord, let me play the vanguard for everyone, the warriors of the Songgar Department will definitely cut off these protruding heads soon and dedicate them to the respected Ganbu Sacrifice Lord."

Seeing the pine cone cloth questioning himself, this was the Targan leader immediately understood the meaning, so without the pine cone cloth to say, he clenched his fists, patted his chest, and loudly asked for battle.

"Very well, the leader of Talgan deserves to be the bravest Tulu in the steppe, and when these Tatu are eliminated, I will give you a hundred rifles."

Seeing that the leader he named was so sensible, Pine Cone Dry Cloth did not hesitate to make a promise, although this hundred guns really made him a little painful, but as a shrewd leader, Pine Cone Dry Cloth knew very well that some abandonment was necessary.

"Praise the great Gampo sacrifice, the warriors of the Songgar tribe will shed their last drop of blood for you."

The leader of Talgan didn't expect that his determination would have such benefits, knowing that the hundreds of centaurs under his command did not add up to a hundred rifles, which made him more motivated.

"Turu, Turus of the Songgar Division, you all hear me. Everyone lit up their sabers in their hands, and let the great priest see if your scimitars are sharpened and whether you can cut off the neck of a chick with a protruding chick. ”

Tapping his chest again, the Targan leader turned his horse's head and came to his own tribe, roaring loudly.

"Ulu... Ulu..."

The Targan leader was greeted by cheers from his cavalry, and scimitars that gleamed under torches.

At this time, on the position of the revolutionary army, two miles away, this continuous torch had already attracted the attention of the soldiers who were waiting for the day, although most of the soldiers could not see at night, but none of them lit even a trace of spark, all lying on their posts, clenching the steel guns in their hands, waiting for the order to fight.

"General, you see, the other side seems to be about to divide the troops."

On the top of the watchtower, Davis, who was holding up his glasses, turned back to Major General Oprah, who was sitting next to him.

"Well, this big priest is really a person who knows the soldiers, and knows how to divide the troops to tempt, but this is better, you inform it, if the other party does not send too many cavalry for the first time, don't expose the heavy machine gun first."

Major General Opral, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, heard Davis's report, his face did not change at all, and he didn't even open his eyes, but just gave a faint order.

"Yes, General."

Davis handed the telescope to another lieutenant on standby, and turned to deliver the Major General's orders.

"General, when will I go?"

Just as Major Davis turned to give orders, Terry, who was bored on the sidelines, asked eagerly.

"Will the thickness of the snow affect your speed now?"

Listening to Terry's question, the Major General opened his eyes, but did not answer directly.

"My white horse is not a native horse of the plateau, so I can't run in such snow, but I've just seen it, and if I use skis, it shouldn't take long to get around the enemy's rear."

According to the plan, the commander of Terry's heavy machine gun company does not participate in frontal combat, and his task is to go to the enemy's rear to decapitate, but this timing must be mastered and the other party cannot be noticed, so without the order of the major general, Terry can only wait here boredly.

"That's good! Remember to make sure you are safe whether you succeed or not, and when the battle begins, you can go. ”

Although Major General Oprah believed in Terry's ability, he still told with concern, to be honest, if it wasn't for the last resort, Major General really didn't want Terry to take risks.