"These people are looking for death!"

Just when Seng Lin Geqin sneered, the approaching carriages suddenly paused, and then saw the handles on the carriages quickly adjust the horse's body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dozens of charging wagons, as if stopped by tripping horses, turned around in a matter of seconds, and quickly fled with the tail of the approaching Mongol cavalry.

Escaped?

They actually escaped?

Those Mongolian cavalry all looked at the fleeing Han army in surprise, what was going on?

This is......

Without waiting for Monk Lin Geqin to react, he saw that at the back of the carriage, something that shimmered with copper light in the sunlight was aimed at them, and behind the cylinder, there was also a Han army spinning something.

"Sudden ......"

Suddenly, the gunshots rang out, different from the shooting of rifles, the guns were in a string, they were continuous, the machine gunners on the carriage, operating the Gatling guns, kept turning the handles, thousands of bullets, just without warning fell on the bodies of those Mongolian cavalrymen, those Mongolian cavalry who were still howling and rushing before, were suddenly blinded, they didn't even know what was happening, they fell off their horses violently, the machine guns fired at close range killed even more cavalry than the number of infantry, Dozens of machine guns drawn by horse-drawn wagons rained down a dense rain of bullets that ran rampant across the battlefield like a grim reaper.

Bullet!

Like raindrops, it "fell" on the bodies of those Mongolian cavalry, and on the horse, the 11 mm bullet tore a fist-sized blood hole on the body of the war horse, and the hard horse legs were smashed at the moment of contact with the bullet, and the war horse immediately fell, and the cavalry on horseback fell, and the war horse that was not in a hurry to dodge behind almost rushed up, and the horse and people fell to the ground.

As for the Mongol cavalry, who were still a little ignorant before, they were constantly knocked over by bullets at this time, fell under their horses, and later went to the war horses to trample on them, and trampled into puddles of flesh and mud. More cavalry were dragged by the Mongolian horses, and the Mongolian horses that ran forward did not ask the riders at all, but only dragged them like this, and only a very few lucky ones, when the horses fell, jumped off their horses, but were charged by the following horses, and let the horses' hooves trample on them......

"Fast, fast......"

Despite the constant shouting of the officers, the shooters operating the machine guns still methodically rotated the handle on the right side of the tail of the gun, and their speed was neither fast nor slow, and it was very stable. This is an inevitability of long-term training.

For these hand-cranked machine guns, turning too fast can cause jamming due to ammunition supply problems, and too slow will affect firepower. After repeated trials, the optimal rate of fire was around 600 rounds, which meant that the shooter had to turn the handle without hurry.

This is the first time that the Gatling machine gun has been put into actual combat, and it should be said that it is the first time that it has been put into the battlefield on a large scale, and dozens of carriages equipped with Gatling gun cars are now like the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, with the tail of the car facing the "chasing" Qing cavalry, constantly raining bullets. Knock down thousands of Qing cavalry under the guns.

And for Monk Linggeqin, it was like a nightmare, and for a few seconds he had thought that the people in the carriages were looking for death, and now, if he could, he would prefer to be able to take the cavalry elsewhere to avoid the rain of bullets from behind the tail of the wagons.

From the air, the current battlefield presents an extremely strange scene - tens of thousands of cavalry seem to be chasing those carriages, and while the carriages are unscathed, those cavalry are constantly falling, falling more and more.

And when these machine-gun carriages poured a dense rain of bullets on these Mongol cavalry, the Han artillery did not let them go, but continued to dump thousands of shells, and those fierce Mongol cavalry were constantly blown to the ground by the shells.

At that time, a cannonball will even "land" on the war horse, exploding in the air, blowing up the Mongolian horse and the cavalry on horseback into a mass of flesh and blood, and more often, it is the shell that explodes on the ground, and the steel fragments tear the abdominal cavity of the war horse, making those war horses howl and drag their intestines to the ground.

For the monk Lin Geqin, who led the charge of more than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry for the imperial court, he had already forgotten his anger and forgot everything else, he had completely killed the red eyes and fought for so many years. I've never fought a battle like this. One by one, the young soldiers fell beside him, and the cavalry he brought down from the steppe kept dying, falling under the bullets and shells.

"Kill ......"

Waving the waist knife in his hand, looking at the enemy who was still a hundred feet away, Monk Lin Geqin's voice burst out with a hoarse howl, his voice was already hoarse, and even in order to make the war horse under his crotch run faster, the spurs at the root of his boots stabbed the horse's belly, and the wild run of hundreds of meters had made the war horse breathe heavily, and even the horse's neck was covered with beads of sweat.

"Hurry up, hurry up and ......"

Just as Seng Lin Geqin was staring at the Han army's battle line getting closer and closer to him, the iron-hoofed horse he brought from the prairie under his crotch continued to rush forward under the whip of his master, when suddenly there was a somewhat sharp whistling.

This is the sound of bullets, although on the battlefield like this sound will always continue to pass by him, but this time it seems to be different from the past, Seng Ling Geqin couldn't help but raise his head and look in the direction where the sound came from,

At this moment, he only felt that his lower abdomen seemed to be bitten by something, and a sharp pain came from his waist cavity in an instant, and the sharp pain made him not even have time to scream, he felt that his strength was withdrawn from his body.

At the same time, there was a black dot that almost landed close to the horse's body, and at the moment of landing, the galloping iron-hoofed horse neighed as if it suddenly jumped up, and "flew" into the air.

The horse was instantly enveloped in a cloud of smoke and dust.

The shock wave raised by the violent explosion swept the galloping war horse several feet away, and the horse's belly was instantly torn to pieces. At the same time as the horse fell, the horse's intestines and internal organs flowed out of the abdominal cavity and dragged away in the direction of its fall.

The fallen horse neighed in pain, and he couldn't even struggle anymore, just lay there neighing in pain, and along with the horse fell was Monk Ling Geqin, who struggled to get up from under the fallen horse even though he was hit by a bullet.

The sound of tinnitus from the close-range explosion made his mind dizzy, and everything he saw was blurry, and even everything he saw was ghosted. Blood poured from his nostrils and ears, and the nearby cavalry stopped their horses when they saw that their commander had been blown off their horses.

"The fifth master ...... the prince"

The soldiers shouted and tried to drag Seng Ling Geqin out from under the horse corpse, but Seng Lin Geqin, who was helped up by the soldiers, opened his red eyes wide, but he was still staring forward, still roaring in his throat.

"Kill, kill, kill all these thieves, serve the court, kill, kill ......"

At this moment, a cannonball fell beside him again, and in the dust, the soldiers fell, and the bloodied monk Lin Geqin supported his body with a knife, and when the smoke cleared, he didn't even fall, and he tried to stand up with a knife in his right hand.

He braced himself with a knife, and as he forced himself to stand up, crimson blood poured out of his abdomen. The cotton nail armor would have been stained with blood, but he slowly stood up as if he was completely unconscious.

He saw the flag at his feet, the yellow pennant, and the monk Lin Geqin, who had fallen off his helmet, pointed to the big flag and shouted at his own soldiers.

"Flag come!"

The flag is coming!

He held the yellow pennant in his hand, once upon a time, his ancestors also carried this flag in their hands, along with the emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and now, he once again raised this flag, I wonder if the flag was so heavy that he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Lord Wang!"

The minions around him immediately supported him, and Seng Lin Geqin still stubbornly pushed away his own soldiers, and his blood-stained face stared ahead with wide eyes, dragging heavy and somewhat shaky steps, walking in the direction of the enemy's position.

"Kill...... Enemy! ”

A roar burst out from his voice, and he glared angrily ahead, looking at the Han army's position obscured by white gun smoke, and watching the children around him constantly prancing on their horses and charging, constantly being knocked down by bullets.

"Kill ......"

Finally, when the roar in his throat became weak, he fell to his knees weakly, and the flagpole supported his body. So that he did not fall. And his bull's eyes were still glaring ahead, the eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, but the look in those eyes was slowly dissipating, and finally, kneeling in the pile of corpses, he hung his head, kneeling there, and his right hand was still holding the flag until death.

Yellow pennants flutter in the wind.

By the time Monk Linggeqin fell, the tens of thousands of Mongol cavalry he had brought from the Mongolian steppes had already been killed and wounded, but the living still stubbornly charged, perhaps they wore braids, perhaps they submitted to the Manchus, but they still adhered to the way they had fought since the time of Temujin, only shooting the enemy with bows and arrows when they approached.

Once upon a time, an army of the Han family was heavily damaged by the Mongol cavalry with bows and arrows, and once upon a time, I don't know how many Han people died under this bow and arrow, but now, times have changed. When the Mongol cavalry drew their bows and arrows, they were greeted by the Han infantry, who pulled the bolts of their guns and poured bullets on the Mongol cavalry as fast as they could. Tens of thousands of bullets were poured on the Mongol cavalry.

"Kill ......"

These Mongolian cavalry who entered the pass with Seng Linggeqin in the Horqin grassland were stubborn, they stubbornly believed that they would use their own flesh and blood to break through a bloody road, and they believed that they only needed to rush through the Han defense line with one more rush.

Just like in the past, just like their ancestors.

But under the dense rain of bullets, this persistence and stubbornness often turn into a disaster.

In fact, this disaster was doomed from the beginning, and even Seng Lin Geqin himself knew that it would be a charge with death and no life, or rather, he didn't think about living at all.

He's dead!

Finally, the continuous sound of gunfire and explosions ended, and the previously boiling battlefield once again returned to silence.

On the battlefield, the previous scene of thousands of horses galloping disappeared, and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder also disappeared, and everything disappeared.

The only thing that has not disappeared is that on this battlefield, in the fields, on the roads, tens of thousands of corpses are scattered, and the corpses of horses and people are scattered on the battlefield......

The pennants that had once followed the cavalry's charge would either stick diagonally on the ground or fall to the ground, and on the battlefield, there would be the terrible roars of the horses, and some of the wounded moaning, groaning, and screaming in pools of blood.

The galloping of horses that had once made everyone tremble was now gone, and the battlefield was calm, and for the soldiers behind the trenches, they were just there rejoicing, glad that they were still alive - in fact, there were almost no injuries around them.

Even if the Mongol cavalry touched, it was only thirty-four meters away from them, but this was the farthest point where the Mongol cavalry could not rush through the Han army's trenches at all.

It's over!

Looking at the extremely miserable battlefield in front of them, listening to the screams coming from the air, and looking at the ownerless war horses standing there blankly on the battlefield, the soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief, they knew that they had won!

Yes, they won!

For the first time, the Han infantry completely defeated the nomadic cavalry in a frontal manner, and their casualties were almost insignificant, with only a few lightly wounded by bows and arrows. In fact, in the rain of bullets, the power of the bows and arrows fired by the Mongol cavalry is not worth mentioning.

It's over!

For the Mongol cavalry, their decisive charge ended in an instant!

And for the Han army, it is not over, in front of them, there are tens of thousands of Qing troops, just when the soldiers of the Han army are there rejoicing that they have survived and rejoicing in the victory, the charge horn sounds, and they want to attack the enemy!

That is, when they rushed out of the trenches with the sound of the trumpet, through the battlefield covered with corpses, they could see that in the smoke of gunpowder, the Qing infantry was defeated!

They abandoned the Bali Bridge, abandoned their positions, and were defeated!

After the tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry led by Seng Lin Geqin failed to break through the defense line of the Han army, the thousands of Mongolian cavalry who had been defeated had no courage to fight at all, and they fled.

If it weren't for the corpses on the battlefield, who would have thought that here, the Han army had a fierce battle with the Qing army, and the Qing army had launched a desperate counterattack......

But now, it's all over!

Just like this country!

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Try to resume two shifts next month.

Here Speechless solemnly recommends a novel "The Road to the Rise of Germany" in the ultimate side, this is a pretty good historical novel, Speechless has been chasing, and it is very wonderfully written!