The scorching heat, the tense atmosphere, and the anxious mood made the French infantry from Nancy Blérien endure every second. Beads of sweat www.biquge.info slipped down his sideburns, flowed over his green face, and pooled into drops at his jaw, dripping down one by one.

The Lebel rifle had a gauge range of 1,800 meters, but its true effective range was only 400 meters, and French officers usually asked their soldiers to fire when the enemy approached to about 300 meters. Compared with the invincible German tanks, the German cavalry did not seem to be so feared as a deterrent, but when sprinting, the cavalry was almost twice as fast as the tank, and it only took a minute to run at full speed for three or four hundred meters in the field, during which the French riflemen had a chance to fire a maximum of eight to 10 rounds, and on the defensive front two or three kilometers wide, the French troops had only two Hatch Chase heavy machine guns, and although their continuous fire knocked down many German cavalry, they could not stop them from continuing to approach.

"Prepare ......"

The deliberately elongated tones of the officers solidified the atmosphere in the trenches, and a moment later, a torrent of gunfire almost erupted with the call to "open fire." With at least a thousand French riflemen firing at the German cavalry within range, no one could be sure if their aim was accurate, and the French infantry, who had fought their backs, threw themselves into the chaotic race. They hurriedly aimed, pulled the trigger, and pulled the bolt of their guns to complete the cycle as fast as possible, and a faint smoke of gunpowder filled the trenches.

The lethal effect of the dense bullets was very obvious, and the German cavalry fell in rows, but their charging ranks were still rapidly approaching the French trenches. When they were still fifty or sixty meters away from the position, Blarian had already begun to feel the shock of the cavalry's cluster attack: the German cavalry in front of them exceeded a thousand people, under the bright sun, the riders were bright in armor and high in fighting spirit, the horses under the crotch were tall and majestic, heroic and refreshing, the riders and horses complemented each other, as fast as a violent wind, like a torrential rain, and the loud sound of horses' hooves had a thunderous shock!

Among the German Guards cavalry, Ensign von Blovo, a Prussian nobleman, lowered his posture and stretched out his right arm, his sword shining like a viper's letter, making his opponents shudder. Getting closer and closer to the French trenches, he could already see the blue hats of the French infantry and the pairs of eyes with different expressions under the brim, and he could feel that although these French officers and soldiers were well-trained soldiers, most of them were in a state of frustration, hesitation, nervousness and fear, which increased Second Lieutenant Blovo's sense of superiority and competitiveness.

In the cavalry charge, shouts of "attack" were repeated one after another, and the officers reminded the riders in this way to keep up with the rhythm of the attack of the large army, which at this time was almost as loose as the stragglers of the infantry, with at least one position between each cavalry, but because they were in a state of high speed, and the horses were much larger than the average adult, they looked like they were charging in a very tight and dense formation.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw danger coming, and Second Lieutenant von Blovo was shocked. In the blink of an eye, a group of cannonballs fired shotguns into the cavalry ranks, and there were seven or eight horsemen on the spot, each of which was the size of a finger, and the cavalry cuirass was as useless as a piece of paper in front of them, not to mention the torso limbs of people, the beating hands and legs were broken, and it was a big hole in the body, so the place where these cavalry fell was broken flesh and blood, even the mentally strong people could not bear to look at it directly, and several cavalrymen who followed closely had to desperately dodge, but some were still tripped miserably, In a high-speed state, the muscles and bones of the falling horse are quite light, and if you don't do it, you will be hung up directly.

On the battlefield, not only the French field artillery was struggling to stop the German cavalry, but the bullets fired from the trenches also threatened the lives of Second Lieutenant Blovo and his companions at all times. But that doesn't mean von Blovo is a bloodthirsty fanatic. Like most of his colleagues, he was a knight who pursued military glory by impartial means. Whether in Belgium or France, he never bullied captured soldiers and civilians in occupied areas with his horsewhip, and when facing enemy troops on the battlefield, as long as the commander gave an order, he would not hesitate to carry out the battle order, and treated those enemy officers and soldiers in combat with ruthlessness, and for those who laid down their arms or lost their combat effectiveness due to injuries, he would never wave his sword against them because of personal emotions.

Near, near, it seemed that it was about to rush through the French infantry trenches, and there was almost no hindrance to rushing through. Second Lieutenant Blovo clamped his legs between the horse's belly, his left hand on the reins, his chest against the right side of the horse's neck, and let the horse's mane brush his face. A moment later, he saw the cavalry at the forefront leap over the trench, and the most skilled cavalry was able to smash the head of the French infantry in the moment he crossed the trench!

At first, many French soldiers were still holding bayonets to try to resist the German cavalry, and as the wails filled the trenches, many of them obediently retreated into the trenches, and only a few who did not know whether they were alive or died dared to continue to stand in the trenches and serve the German cavalry as targets.

Under the influence of aggressiveism, Brerian had always regarded himself as a brave French warrior, but when he saw the German cavalry charging fiercely, his instinctive fear made him choose to flee again - he leaned back against the trench, trembled and pulled out his bayonet, loaded it a few times before loading it into his rifle, and then did not stand up straight to fight the enemy, but looked up in a half-crouching position, and the German cavalry kept jumping over the trench, and their figures were like dark clouds, instantly obscuring the sun. The wail in his ears made Blerian not dare to turn his head, and he knew that it must be the screams of his comrades who had been cut down by the German cavalry.

More and more German cavalry rushed through the trenches, but this line of French defense did not completely collapse, after all, cavalry was not used to occupy trenches and force down defenders. Shameful of his cowardice, but feeling that it would be self-defeating to fight the German cavalry with a bayonet, Bririan raised his rifle and tried to shoot the German cavalry leaping overhead like a bird of hunting, only to find out that it was not the case at all. By the time he had loaded his ammunition and was ready to try again, the German cavalry had all rushed through the trench, and then he heard someone shouting: "The German cavalry is going to our artillery position!" ”

This was terrible news for the beleaguered French infantry. As long as the enemy's cavalry is close, the artillery unit is basically at the mercy of others. Without field artillery, this lonely trench alone had no hope of holding back the attacks of German tanks and infantry.

Amid the anxious shouts of the officers, the French infantry in the trenches rose up and returned to the battle, some continuing to fire forward, others turning their guns to shoot at the German cavalry, and no one paid attention to the so-called chivalry of not shooting in the back.

Brarian stood up and looked ahead, there were no German cavalry waiting to cut off the heads of the French infantry, but the German chariots were much closer, and their machine guns could already hit the side of the trench. Immediately afterwards, Blerian turned and looked back, and part of the German cavalry headed straight for the French field artillery behind the path, while the rest continued to advance west along the main road. Although it was uncertain whether they had a clear target for attack, the thought of the German cavalry moving behind him made Blerian feel unwarranted despair - if they could not stop the German frontal attack and retreat again, they would probably be attacked by these German cavalry in an area where they had no place to support.

According to the battle plan before the attack, Second Lieutenant von Blovo and his men were formed in the German cavalry that had gone to attack the French field artillery. After rushing through the French infantry trench and running forward for about a kilometer, he could clearly see the French artillery behind the path, and the gunners surrounding the cannons - this surprised him a little, and he expected that the French gunners should abandon the cannons at this time and run away desperately, because no matter how much they resisted, they would eventually be trampled and slashed by the German cavalry.

Afraid of the lethal effect of the shrapnel bomb, Lieutenant Blovo's heart was always tight whenever there was a flash of fire in front of him. Even if he himself had not been hit by enemy fire, his comrades who had fought side by side would eventually fall, and the sight of people on their backs and flesh flying on their backs really made him feel palpitations. Fortunately, this French field artillery unit was deployed in a relatively low-lying position, and when the German cavalry left the main road and entered the field, the French artillery shells could only fly over their heads.

The leading German cavalry officer could only be heard shouting "Kill", and the cavalry who followed closely behind crossed the path and rushed straight into the French artillery position. This position was set up as if it were improvised, there was no machine riflemen to cover the artillery positions, nor could there be no shelters to defend against the counterfire of the opponent's artillery, and the horses and ammunition wagons were behind the gun emplacements, and it seemed that they were ready to evacuate at any time, but the French gunners were obviously not sufficiently prepared for the appearance of the German cavalry. Since the retreat can't be completed in just a few minutes, simply stay and fight for your life.

When the fierce German cavalry rushed to the front, the French gunners finally dropped their cannons and began to turn and flee, but it was too late, and the German cavalry swept by the wind with their swords in their hands, and sent more than 100 French gunners to a paradise without war killing, and then drove the surrendered French artillery to pile the shells under the cannons, ignite the explosives, and destroy all the field guns here.

After leveling the French artillery positions, the German cavalry continued to advance deep into the French army. Through several days of aerial reconnaissance and intelligence analysis, the corps headquarters has basically grasped the deployment of the French army in this area, because there are many nearby villages and towns and farmland, there is a lack of large areas of woodland, and the French command departments at all levels, medical institutions, and even artillery positions are set up around towns and villages, and these will be the next attack targets of the German Guards Cavalry Regiment.

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