As he spoke, the Mongol cavalry on a dozen frightened horses that had run to the side of the Mamluks was also wiped out. The Mamluks were so cruel that they not only destroyed their enemies, but they also spared their horses, and they all hacked them to death with big axes. In Swan's words, a war horse that was not domesticated by the Mamluks themselves could not become the mount of the Mamluk cavalry, and when it came to the battlefield, the war horse was half a cavalry, and the slightest negligence was resolutely not allowed.

"Stinky and exquisite! You deserve to develop slowly, even if you don't ride, you can use it to carry things, and you can pull a cart at the very least, a loser! Hong Tao was dismissive of Swan's explanations, and his way of thinking about problems was always inconsistent with others. In his eyes, there is almost no waste in the world, only the difference between the value of use and the cost of acquisition. Something like this for nothing, he generally won't let it go, and he doesn't take advantage of it if it's cheap!

Swann didn't refute Hong Tao's opinion again, not that he didn't want to, but that the second round of shelling began, chatting with the roar of the cannons, and even a person with a straightforward personality like Swann understood that it was a waste of effort, and he couldn't hear anything. The fleet resolutely carried out Hong Tao's order, no matter whether it was clear or not, anyway, all three rounds of shells should be fired, and the shooting effect was not something that the gunner and the gunner should consider, and whoever gave this order was responsible.

"Swan, you are miserable, just because I talked to you and made me forget the order of three rounds of shooting, you have to pay me at least one round of shells and propellants, this Nima is not thrown in vain! Let your father come over to them, and the infantry behind will be handed over to him, and I wonder if they will not dare to come again, and the fleeing cavalry will go and report to them. "Hong Tao's ability to be skinny is as good as being cheeky, and he can rely on others for any bad thing. Even if Swann didn't talk to him. He can also figure out why you look at me, why you're breathing too loudly, why you're wearing clothes that don't look good. Anyway, as long as he wants to, you don't want to run.

At this time, the smoke at the intersection has gradually dispersed, and it is slowly revealed that it is not the world, but hell. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, not only for people, but also for horses. The most heart-wrenching thing is that the horses are more tenacious than the people, and many horses that have been cut in half by cannonballs are still struggling on the ground and trying to stand up. That kind of wailing, a single cry can still be endured. If it is called together, even Hong Tao, a cold-blooded animal known as the Demon King, can't help but vomit. As for the scene, it's okay, if you stand far away and can't see clearly, it's not so exciting. Hong Tao did not intend to personally go over to check the effect of the shelling, according to the flag sent back by the Marine Corps, seventy or eighty percent of the enemy's cavalry was reimbursed, and the specific number could not be counted, and some people and horses were broken.

The gap between veterans and recruits is not only in combat skills, but also in the degree of adaptation to the battlefield. The authentic Mamluk soldiers did not react at all to this large mass of severed limbs. Not only did they not react, but even the mount under their crotch was a virtue. Walking in a piece of flesh and blood, he still held his head up, as if he was stepping on not internal organs and blood, but a piece of flowers.

Mamluk recruits are not enough, and vomiting abounds as they go. But spit is spit, no one dares to step wrong and leave the team, let alone squat aside to concentrate on spitting, those commanders who are veterans follow the team, it is estimated that whoever dares to disobey the order in wartime, the big axe will have to be cut to the top of the head, otherwise there will be no such great deterrent.

The Marines of Langya were the worst, and most of them did not dare to get too close to the slaughterhouse, except for a few who were naturally bold or nervous. But they didn't dare to disobey Hong Tao's military orders, although Hong Tao would not cut off their heads directly like the Mamluks, but the soft knife slowly sharpened their grandson. So they came up with a solution, which was to get the door panels and bed boards of the nearby houses, and let the brave ones lay the floor in front of them, at least covering the limbs under their feet, so that they would not step on anyone's half-pulled head with a single step. Then the marines in the back all raised their faces forty-five degrees, as if they were going to the suburbs to go to spring, and slowly rubbed over this terrifying place.

"Alas...... In the future, you can't go out with a door panel on your back......" Although Hong Tao was laughing at Langya's marines on his lips, he didn't blame them in his heart. How to train people into killing machines, although he has not experimented, he does not find it difficult, but he does not want to do this, there is no need. The training of the Marine Corps is more focused on how to effectively use the terrain and equipment for combat, and does not interfere too much with human nature.

"When I was ten years old, my father made me lie down with the corpses of several enemies until I could sleep. Sir, you can try it, it works, and after about four or five days, I will no longer think of the corpse as a burden, but just a few pieces of meat. Swanhui misunderstood what Hong Tao meant, thinking that he was worried about how to train the Marine Corps, so he hurriedly offered his experience, or first-hand experience.

"O child! The more people we kill now, the more other people's blood is on our hands, so that your children, your children's children, can live a bloodless life. Killing is not an end, but a means, and if there is a means not to kill, then it is better not to use the means of killing. Killing people is nothing fun, let alone fun, and if you treat killing as fun, then you are not far from death. Well, give the order, let your father's cavalry charge, those infantry generals still did not learn the lesson of the cavalry, and self-righteously thought that three miles of land was a safe place. Six angles, 1,700 meters to the target, loaded with flowering shells...... Follow the flagship and shoot freely at the fastest speed! Hong Tao chatted with Swan, and his eyes did not take off the telescope and the lookout hand on the mast.

When the Mamluk soldiers crossed the intersection and began to line up, the infantry from the Mongol reinforcements finally arrived. Probably alerted to a rout, they parked their troops far away, numbering about two thousand people. It's a pity that this distance is not far enough, at least it is still within the firing range of the ship's guns. This is not to blame the commander of the other party, he has no chance or ability to know in advance that there will be a weapon like a cannon, which can easily attack a few kilometers away. For him, three miles is already far away, and he will have to run for a while while trotting, and he will not be hit by the cavalry.

After receiving the order of the flag on the flagship, more than 300 Mamluk cavalry, without the slightest hesitation, immediately urged the horses and began the warm-up procedure before the charge in small steps. Heavy cavalry like them can really charge at full speed within a hundred meters, and they usually use jogging to speed up. Speed is not their strength, the charge formation is the key, as long as they maintain a certain tightness, then they will be difficult to stop, especially against ordinary infantry.

Ten to one, this is the approximate ratio of the Mongol infantry to the Mamluk cavalry, and there are quite a few spearmen in the Mongol infantry. This thing is a sharp weapon for infantry to deal with cavalry, a spear four or five meters long and the thickness of a teacup, two people stick it diagonally on the ground, and then hold it up, it is a sharp thorn, whether it is a heavy cavalry or not, as long as it rushes up, you must pay a certain loss. If there were two or three rows of such spearmen in formation, the cavalry would be finished, not to say that it was more lethal, but to reduce the speed of the cavalry. Without high-speed cavalry, it is not as good as infantry, it is completely a target for infantry, as long as it is surrounded, it will not run.

Even Hong Tao understands this truth, and Swan's father should understand it even more. However, he did not hesitate at all, and ran faster and faster with the more than 300 Mamluk cavalry, and soon ran to a place a few hundred meters away from the Mongol infantry line. The Mongol infantry were more skilled in dealing with the cavalry, and the two rows of spears had already been set up, and the spearmen had a shield soldier standing beside them, to prevent the enemy cavalry from killing and wounding the spearmen by means of mounted fire.

"Fire!" Hong Tao admired Swan's father's unhesitating style on the battlefield, as well as the Mamluk cavalry under his command that were exactly like him. They don't seem to treat themselves as living people at all, and life and death are really just a literal expression for them, meaningless. Knowing that there is an order to go and no return, but they are 100% to carry it out, and there is not even a single person who looks back, how did this Nima train? Hong Tao really can't figure it out.

The guns on the battleship were fixed to the gun carriage, and the four wheels of the gun carriage could only slide back and forth along the track on the gun deck, and the recoil when firing the gun was all borne by the four sets of pulleys tied to both sides of the gun carriage. This was done so that the artillery truck would not go too far back, after all, the naval guns were too heavy, and the big guys of two or three tons, when there was no hydraulic assistance, were not at the mercy of manpower. However, there is a big problem in doing so, that is, the left and right sides of the muzzle are all zero degree angles, and they cannot be adjusted in the slightest. The scenes in the movie that kick the naval guns crookedly with a single flying kick and let the enemy's shells hit the enemy instead are 100% obscene, and there is no possibility at all. Not to mention flying a kick, four or five boys, don't try to make the gun carriage turn half a minute. The matter of aiming can only be left to the helmsman and sailman, which is also an important reason why it is difficult for the two sides to hit each other in the course of naval battles.

Can the naval guns be angled up and down? Yes, but the angle is not large, and it is all adjusted by a wedge-shaped wooden wedge. If you want to pad the gun at an angle of a few degrees, you take a wooden wedge at an angle of a few degrees and hammer it into the front of the sports car. There is a mechanism there, which can be separated up and down, and the higher the wedge in which the hammer comes in, the higher the angle of the artillery. When the angle is not needed, as long as the wooden wedge is hammered completely in, it will naturally fall from the other side, and the angle of the gun will be completely zeroed. (To be continued.) )

PS: PS: It's the New Year, as a storyteller, there is only one red envelope that can be sent, which is to tell a little more! This chapter is my New Year's greetings to everyone, from the Chinese New Year's Eve to the seventh day of the new year, every day at noon on time...... There are also those overseas book friends, I wish you good health and smooth work in our own New Year, and we can toss them hard outside...... Turn your thoughts into motivation!!