The sound of fire guns kept ringing on the hillside, and the smoke of gunpowder gradually filled the hillside.

The road from the foot of the mountain to the slope of the mountain was almost stained red with blood. The soldiers who were shot were wailing, and the horses were screaming, as if to tell of the blows they had received.

Batlov clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "Rattle. The casualties paid by the charging Cossack cavalry were too great, and they paid nearly half of the casualties at a distance of less than 100 meters.

The valiant Cossack cavalry should not have been brought down by cheap buckshot, and the bastards who invented the musket should all go to hell.

But his curse had no effect at all, and the cavalry rushing towards the hillside continued, and they were still rushing towards the hell of death step by step.

The Cossack cavalry, having paid more than three hundred lives, finally rushed to the slopes of the hill. The Cossack cavalry, armed with spears, ignored the shield cart in front of them and crashed straight into it.

Under his urging, the war horse under his crotch did not hesitate at all, did not slow down at all, and rushed towards the shield cart.

Many of the Changxing troops who were firing were dumbfounded, and the cavalry in front of them couldn't have broken their brains!

actually used flesh and blood to hit the shield cars specially built by the Changxing Army, these shield cars are all specially built, and they can definitely be called strong.

Not only that, in order to prevent the Rakshasas from destroying the shield cart, the soldiers of the Changxing Army also used thick wooden stakes to firmly fix the shield cart in the ground.

These shield carts are already comparable to a solid wall, and the consequences of flesh and blood hitting them can be imagined.

In the stunned eyes of the Changxing soldiers, the Cossack cavalry rushed forward and crashed into the shield cart.

The spears in their hands snapped first, and then the horses slammed into the shield cart.

The sturdy shield carts were shaken a few times, and the Cossack cavalry on horseback flew far away, and when they fell to the ground, they were already unconscious.

The hapless horse under his crotch never got up again, and the Cossack cavalry who rushed through the Changxing arms blockade verified the sturdiness of the Changxing army's shield chariot with their flesh and blood.

Except for one shield cart, which was slightly skewed by the impact, everything else was unharmed.

Ma Hu said to the soldiers who were still a little stunned: "What are you doing standing stupidly? Hurry up and clean up the battlefield and fix the shield car! Don't let those guys disturb the rest of the fight! ”

The soldiers of the Changxing Army immediately ran to the Cossack cavalry who fell to the ground and could not get up, and they were no strangers to how to clean the battlefield.

The soldiers armed with bayonets mended the knives of every soldier in the ground, and the Cossack cavalry, who was dazed, was the opponent of the Changxing army.

Before they could get up, they were stabbed to death with bayonets, and several Cossack cavalrymen shouted for help, waving their hands in front of their chests.

But the Changxing army was not moved at all, and the aborigines who were killed by them also begged for mercy from them, and they thought about the end of today.

Batlov watched his men disappear into the hillside, and it didn't take long for the Changxing army to get out of the shield cart and start cleaning the battlefield.

Listening to the incessant screams of his men, Batlov resisted the urge to let all the cavalry rush up the hill.

How his subordinates were completely wiped out just now is still vivid at this moment.

He can't let everyone take risks, the Changxing Army's musket is no worse than the Rakshasa Nation musket, and its performance is much stronger in some aspects.

If he really rushed up the hill regardless of it, what was waiting for them might still be the same as just now.

Even if they can eliminate the Far Eastern garrison, they will not have too many people left.

As Cossack cavalry, they were really not good at storming. But if they leave here, the more than 500 people who died will be a major blow to the remaining people.

Just as Batlov hesitated, the Changxing army on the hillside moved.

Ma Hu looked at the Cossack cavalry at the foot of the mountain for a while, and found that the other party did not immediately attack the mountain, so he had a plan in his heart.

In the contest just now, Ma Hu felt that the famous Cossack cavalry was just like that, compared to the Jurchen armor soldiers, it was between the two middlemen.

If the two sides really play each other, it is difficult to predict the outcome or defeat.

The Jurchens were well-armed, better at foot combat, and cavalry hedges could also fight fiercely.

And the Cossack cavalry had no armor, everyone was a light cavalry. They are more skilled in horsemanship, and are good at fighting and fighting on horses.

It's more like a melee version of the Mongol light cavalry, but their shortcomings are also very obvious, they can't fight without a war horse.

Just now the Cossack five hundred cavalry were eliminated, and the Rakshasas must have been distressed. A quarter of the casualties were enough to deter the opposing commanders, and without giving the opposing side any hope of victory, they were likely to escape.

"Pull out the stake! Let's go down! Lao Maozi is afraid! If you don't dare to come up, then let's go down and find them! Let's let these cowards take a good look and let them know that this is the territory of the Changxing Army! Ma Hu's order made the Changxing army all move.

Batlov thought for a while and decided not to attack this place again, for the sake of a few hundred Far Easterners with a large number of Cossack cavalry casualties was simply not worth it.

They did not come all the way to the Far East to die, and the Cossack cavalry should use their advantage to drag down the Far Easterners and destroy them in one fell swoop.

But the busy Changxing army on the hillside did not give Batlov the order to retreat immediately, and he was a little puzzled by what the Far Easterners were going to do.

When the first shield cart was pushed down the hill, Batlloff's eyes narrowed.

The Far Easterners were so arrogant that they thought that they had won the Cossack cavalry by virtue of their geographical advantage, so they wanted to give up their geographical advantage and fight a decisive battle with the heroic Cossack cavalry.

Batlov's anger had rushed to the top of his head, and his face suddenly turned red.

Who do the Far Easterners think they are? Can only a mere 500 people defeat him Batlov?

This bunch of arrogant guys, God will certainly not forgive them. Perhaps it was God's power to let them walk down the hill, thanking the Lord Almighty for giving them a chance at revenge.

Batlov swore that he would let this arrogant group of Far Easterners suffer the most cruel torture in the world, and that he would let the Far Easterners know the fate of opposing the Cossacks.

"Stand back! Give the Far Easterners a little space, otherwise they will not come down and die! Seeing the actions of the Changxing army, Batlov took the initiative to retreat some distance.

Ma Hu led the Changxing army and pushed the shield cart down the hillside. The whole team marched very slowly, for fear that the Cossack cavalry would impress a surprise attack.

The cavalry marched very fast, and the slightest mistake could wipe out the entire army.

As they descended the hill, they immediately formed a formation of shield carts, which were chained to each other.

"Come on! The Changxing Army is going to cut off the hand of the Rakshasa Kingdom to the east today! ”

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