The darkness before dawn is not just an artistic description, in the early hours of this blizzard is approaching, the entire snowfield is indeed out of sight.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves drowned out the howling of the wind, and the knight's hands were no longer the torches flowing in the wind, and some were only scimitars that could not see the cold light in the night.

The mountain cry in the mouth has stopped, getting closer and closer to the target, the tense atmosphere makes all the knights gasp heavily, tightly stick their bodies to the horse's back, constantly beat the horse's belly with their feet, and control the direction of the war horse under the crotch with the tightened reins in their hands, and their ears are tightly erected, distinguishing the sound of the horses' hooves around them, and preventing them from colliding with their galloping partners.

The knights of the Songgar tribe had already arrived at the position of the stuffed horses, and as they expected, when they reined in the reins and let the horses under their crotches neigh, the whistle of the enemy was heard again from the opposing position.

Not daring to hesitate, all the knights of the Songgar tribe immediately turned their horses and scattered and fled in other directions.

The sound of the rushing salvo fired just now rang out again, but this time the volley of guns did not achieve much success, except for a few unlucky knights who were hit.

The time for the salvo was very short, and when the guns fell, the steppe wolf riders, who had accumulated enough horsepower, immediately urged the war horses under their crotches to rush up at high speed from the gap in the stuffed horse formation.

In order to prevent the knights in front from being hit and falling to the ground to block the way, all the knights who crossed the stuffed horse formation immediately skillfully controlled the galloping horses and dispersed, if nothing else, according to this tactic, when the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army reloaded the ammunition of Miller's rifles, these galloping horses' hooves were estimated to have reached their front.

However, at this moment, a blinding white light, like the legendary divine light of the god Jeda looking down on the world, pierced through the darkness before dawn, illuminating it as bright as day.

Although this white light made all the knights unable to open their eyes, this was not the most terrifying, and immediately after the white light swept over the bodies of these knights, five strings of coherent fire dragons suddenly burst out from the position more than a hundred meters away in front of the knights.

"Tom tom ......Tom tom

The five fiery dragons swept across the galloping knights like the fire whips used by the gods to punish the erring slaves, and the fire whips brought them not only pain, but also the call of death.

This slash of death is not at all something that human flesh and blood can block, and the huge kinetic energy directly penetrates the knight's body, and even the white horse under their crotch cannot withstand this huge penetrating force.

One by one, the horses neighed, raised their front hooves, or simply rolled over, plowing a long trail of blood on the slush ground.

The majestic horses were still like this, and the knights on the horses were even more miserable, although they were tightly attached to the horses, but the fiery snakes did not shoot head-on, but struck diagonally from the left and right, and some of the fiery bullets opened their skulls from the side; Some of them pierced their arms and turned into their bodies again, and then pierced through their backs on the other side, looking for another target.

The tragic situation of the knights who were swept by the fire whip soon fell into the eyes of the warriors who ran wildly behind, as if the Grim Reaper was harvesting life, which made these warriors completely stupid.

The warriors were frightened, but the horses under their crotches could not hold their feet at all, and continued to gallop towards the wall of fire made of hot bullets like waves crashing against a reef.

The fear of impending death made these knights scream heartbreakingly, but to no avail, and they were greeted with no other way out than death.

Five MG08 heavy machine guns poured thousands of rounds of bullets into the battlefield of more than 200 meters in just one minute, and the terrifying density can be imagined.

Now is not the time for test firing, the machine gunners of the five heavy machine guns have no restrictions, as long as the barrels of the heavy machine guns do not overheat, as long as the secondary shooters keep pressing the bullets, as long as the serfs transporting ammunition in the rear do not stop, their muzzles will not really stop spraying blazing flames.

Soon, the second, third, and fourth waves of knights fell into the furious hell of fire, their attacks like sprays on the waves, shattered but unable to move a single step.

When the fifth wave of knights fell, the knights in the rear finally restrained the footsteps of the horses, and there was no hesitation at all, all turned the horse's head and galloped back, but unfortunately it was easy to come, and it was not so easy to go back, you must know that the range of the MG08 heavy machine gun can reach 2000-3500 meters. Even if the knights were able to run back to their starting point, theoretically, the Heavys could damage them with the oncoming bullets as long as they raised their shooting elevation angle.

"This weapon is a knight's nightmare. If such weapons appear in large quantities on the battlefield, it will be an absolute nightmare for the attacking side, and with equal forces, there simply will be no infantry tactics capable of breaking through such a network of fire. ”

At this moment, on the watchtower of the Revolutionary Army, Major General Oprah followed the light of the searchlight and held a telescope to watch this feast of death, and when he saw those sturdy war horses and equestrian and brave steppe knights being torn to pieces one by one by this intertwined fire net, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

And at this time, in the rear of the steppe cavalry, the pine cone cloth could no longer close its wide mouth.

"The fiery whip of death of the god Jada."

The legend of the god Jada has been circulating for 10,000 years, and the pine cone has always been treated as a myth and a tool to bewitch the cultists, but at this moment he thought of the legend of this paragraph, and at this moment even he felt that the god Jeda really existed.

But it was too late, and when he watched the intertwined tongues of fire chasing the fleeing cavalry, he panicked, he was so frightened that he didn't care to greet the guards behind him, and immediately turned his horse's head, and the delicate whip in his hand kept whipping the back of his beloved horse.

By this time, the pine cone could no longer care about the deserters, let alone the idea of possessing those rifles, he only knew that the terrible whip was getting closer and closer to him, and he had to run away quickly.

Pine Cone Dry Cloth knows very well that the Grim Reaper is always just a person who reaps slow runners, and he doesn't want to be such a person, he must leave quickly, as long as he escapes the pursuit of this whip of death, he still has a chance, because in this vast grassland, he can gather more believers.

"That's definitely not the fire whip of the god Jada, as long as I have the opportunity to gather more warriors, I will have a chance to obtain this invincible artifact."

With the speed of the white horse running wildly under the crotch, the dried pine cone cloth that kept turning back, finally saw that the fire whips stopped interweaving, and knew that the dried pine cone cloth had escaped, and while breathing a sigh of relief, a greedy thought arose in his heart.