Although those Boer cavalry were small in number, they were like dogskin plasters, they could not shake off, and they rushed up and fired at the first opportunity, and after a few rounds the opponent lost very few people, while the Xhosa cavalry had already broken fifty men. This was mainly due to the fact that the arrows used by the Xhosa people on their horses had a relatively short range of arrows, and it took a lot of arm strength to release the arrows, so the rate of fire slowed down after each warrior fired a few arrows, and it was obviously not advantageous to shoot at fire.

Wickham anxiously watched the battle ahead, he and the Xhosa were now grasshoppers on a rope. If the Xhosa man had been crushed by this company of Boer cavalry, his safety would have been difficult to guarantee. It is conceivable that those Boers caught themselves, a white man who "eats inside and out", and went to the gallows to save face.

Sure enough, the Xhosa infantry held out for less than five minutes before being overwhelmed by the Boers. Seeing that the most important munitions were about to fall into the hands of the enemy, Prince Savida had no choice but to retreat to his own army regardless of casualties, and if this batch of munitions was taken, he would have no face to return to the tribe.

The commander of this Boer cavalry was an experienced old fritter. Seeing that the Xhosa cavalry, who had been fighting with him, had retreated in spite of everything, he immediately understood that those baggage must be very important materials. Thinking that these valuable booty would soon fall into his own hands, the commander of the Boers could no longer bear it, and ordered his troops to abandon the tactic of "flying kites", and discharged the most common "cone" formation of European cavalry, and rushed straight towards Savida's cavalry! Because the Boers knew that only by solving the Xhosa cavalry in front of them would the remaining infantry not be afraid.

"Bang" The two teams collided violently, and suddenly there was a sword light, sword shadows, flesh and blood flying, and the knights who were cut down screamed and fell off their horses. The Boer cavalry, lined up in a conical attacking formation, like a sharp dagger, fiercely tore a huge hole in the Xhosa cavalry. In less than twenty seconds, the Boer cavalry easily cut through the opponent's entire formation, and combined with the cavalry that slaughtered the infantry behind, and the numerical advantage was even more obvious.

Wickham had realized that there was no chance of survival if he stayed with these scum infantrymen. So he took advantage of the gap between the whole Boer team, and rode his horse under his crotch back to the cavalry of Savida, and he would not be foolish enough to wait in the convoy for the Boer cavalry to come and harvest his head.

Prince Savida gasped and counted the losses, and found that he had only more than one hundred and fifty horsemen, and the enemy now had more than eighty horsemen! In other words, every Boer cavalry falling from their horse can take three or more Xhosa cavalry! The result was nothing short of miserable, and Savida found that his palms were full of sweat.

Although he was able to easily escape the battlefield and return to the tribe with the mobility of the cavalry, he could not imagine the wrath of his father, the tribal chief, if this batch of weapons that were vital to the Xhosa people was stolen by the Boers! In addition, the eldest brother who has long seen himself unpleasant, even if he doesn't die, he has to peel off his skin!

Now, Prince Savida has no way out, he can only fight to the death! Looking at Wickham, who had just arrived next to him, he smiled miserably: "Mr. Wickham, I'm afraid we're going to plant here this time." But don't worry, my people can drag on for a while, and you can take advantage of the opportunity to escape. ”

The corners of Wickham's mouth slanted, and he suddenly pulled out the saber at his waist: "I'm a soldier, so don't say that kind of thing anymore the little prince." Prince Savida was stunned for a moment, and then slapped Wickham on the shoulder: "I used to blame you, Mr. Wickham. You are a true warrior and an eternal friend of our Xhosa people! ”

Wickham smiled bitterly in his heart, he is not a noble person, to put it bluntly, these aborigines of Africa and the Dutch are fighting their? If he could run, Wickham would definitely run away without saying a word, but can he run?

After unloading the arms, the "Rose" went straight to Mozambique. Without the support of the British ships, it was impossible for him to cross the Dutch-controlled zone and retreat. Since there is no way out, Wickham feels that it is better to stay alone, and maybe there will be a chance to get out.

"Little Prince, I suggest that you line up your cavalry in a dense formation, so that you can cause more damage to the other party!" Wickham found that the Xhosa formation was rather loose, and in this case, the cavalry would undoubtedly have much less impact.

Prince Savida nodded, it turned out that he was a little wary of Wickham because the other party was white. And now he has more trust in Wickham. In the simple worldview of the Xhosa people, a person who can go to death regardless of his life and his own birth must be a friend who can be handed over to the back!

After Prince Savida shouted a few times in the native language, the Xhosas consciously moved closer to Wickham and Prince Savida. In fact, the horsemanship and combat skills of these Xhosa cavalry were not bad, but the poor was discipline and tactics. If these Xhosa cavalry can form a joint force, the Boer cavalry on the opposite side will definitely not be pleased.

By this time, the Boer cavalry had already completed its formation, and the short carbines of the "big killer" had been reloaded again, and were bloodthirstily waiting for the commander's order. The commander of the Boer cavalry also noticed the change in the formation of the Xhosa, and hurriedly discharged his company out of a prismatic shock formation, which was the most suitable for going head-to-head with the opposing cavalry!

A breeze blew, and the grass on the ground moved with the wind, if it weren't for the two teams of people facing each other, it would have been a quiet and peaceful grassland picture. There was a fresh, earthy smell in the breeze, and a hint of blood mixed with it. Wickham forced his trembling hand to calm down, so that the saber in his right hand did not tremble, but the adrenaline secreted constantly made his overly excited body unable to calm down.

After a few minutes of silence on the battlefield, the Boer cavalry moved again, and the Xhosa cavalry met it without showing any weakness, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves was extremely powerful in the open steppe. Wickham followed the main force to increase the speed of his horses, increasing his speed when he made contact with the enemy.

When the two sides were thirty meters apart, the Boers fired bullets from their own guns. Because they followed Wickham's advice, the formation of the Xhosa people was very dense this time, so under the volley of the Boers, the Xhosa knights in the front row were shot and fell. Just a dense wave of buckshot cost the Xhosa nearly forty knights. Wickham also regretted it in his heart when he saw this, he forgot to take the enemy's carbine into account just now!

But Wickham didn't have much time to think, and within seconds the two teams collided hard. Because the Xhosa formation was quite dense and formed a much greater impact than before, the Boers did not win favor, and the number of casualties was almost the same as that of the Xhosa.

At the extreme speed of the horse, Wickham didn't even have to make any chopping motions, just crossed his saber across his chest and charged directly at a Boer cavalryman. The Boer cavalryman had just cut down a Xhosa knight before he could retract his saber when Wickham's saber slashed his neck. A stream of hot blood spurted out, like a secret sacrifice of the Enchantress. The battle between cavalry is so brutal that a person can be decided in an instant whether he lives or dies.

After losing speed, the soldiers on both sides were entangled in a fierce fight, and the sound of cold weapons intertwining was so palpitating every time. Looking at the situation on the battlefield, Wickham breathed a sigh of relief, and although the Xhosa suffered heavy losses, the Boers were not much better. It was almost impossible for the Boers to eat the cavalry in one bite.

At this moment, the Boers suddenly took out short firearms from the cloth bags on both sides of the saddle, and this light firearm was a great weapon in hand-to-hand combat, regardless of the possibility of accidental injury.

The moment Wickham saw the other man take out the pistol, he turned sideways vigilantly, trying to dodge the other man's bullet. Unfortunately, his body was still a beat slower, and a high-speed spinning buckshot hit Wickham's left arm, and the whole arm immediately bled profusely. Wickham was hit off the horse's back by the strong inertia of lead bullets, and after a roll, Wickham was already dizzy and couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

After the Boers came to make such a move, the situation on the whole battlefield was reversed in an instant. Under close fire and gun fire, the Xhosa cavalry was reduced to just over 40 men. Just like when little Japan went up with a bayonet to fight with the Americans with a bayonet, he suddenly found that the other party had no intention of fighting bayonets at all, and one person and one pistol all broke himself out.

When Prince Savida saw that Wickham had been shot and fell from his horse, he shouted with red eyes, and threw himself into the ranks of the Boers again with the rest of the men with his sword. He knew that today was a lot of bad luck, but as a brave Xhosa warrior, their fate was to die on the battlefield.

Wickham would feel dizzy when he lay on the grass, and his consciousness was getting blurred from the excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the cavalry on both sides lost their speed, otherwise he would have been trampled into a pile of meat by the horses' hooves lying on the grass.

At this time, there was no trace of fear in Wikeham's heart, and there was even a sense of relief, he was not a person of this era after all. It's like watching a 3D movie, no matter how realistic the scene is, you have to go back to reality after the reflection is over. Maybe when he wakes up, Wickham will find that he is still Lin Zihan, and everything is just a dream.

Just before Wickham was completely unconscious, he faintly felt the ground tremble beneath him again, which must be a sign of the arrival of a large number of cavalry, whether it was reinforcements from the Xhosa or the Boers.

But what does that have to do with him, doesn't it?