Groups of cavalry chased Ren Ran to the camp of Ren Ran's battalion along the road they came, and countless cavalry surrounded the battalion.

The excited look on Ma Biao's face jumped on the table, he saw Ren Ran's car when he first arrived at Yumen Pass just now. Originally, he wanted to hide his whereabouts and he wanted to order the troops to catch up and kill him, but the car ran as fast as a frightened rabbit, which disappointed Ma Biao, who wanted to practice his hands, and now he has surrounded their camp to see how he can escape.

"Herald, order a regiment to attack first, tell him that I will only give him half an hour!" Ma Biao's not burly face showed a hint of murderous intent, he wanted to kill all the people here so that the Chahar political axe would know the strength of their Ma family's army.

"Brothers, hold the gun steady, keep your eyes wide, as long as those dog mongrels get close to three hundred and fifty meters, they will open fire on Lao Tzu." Ren Ran cheered up the soldiers loudly in the trenches, he knew that most of the soldiers here were rookies who had never seen blood, although the 10th Division had been formed for more than half a year, but in the eyes of those veteran brother troops, the reason why it was still a rookie unit was because there was no actual combat experience. This time, Ren Ran has to let people see that the soldiers of their 10th Division are not bad breeds, and the first battle will start with our first battalion.

"Pimples, pimples" A messy and orderly sound of horses' hooves came, and from the telescope, the earthy yellow uniforms of the Ma Jiajun were not conspicuous on the Gobi Desert, which was close to it. At this moment, they were still more than 1,000 meters away, slowly riding their horses forward, firstly to save the horse's physical strength, and secondly, to put pressure on the opponent.

Seeing the rows of cavalry in front of them slowly approaching the position, many recruits were so nervous that their faces turned pale, and some even swayed their bodies.

Ren Ran saw this situation in his eyes, and his brows couldn't help frowning, if the situation was allowed to develop like this, I am afraid that the troops would collapse under the offensive of Ma Jiajun's heart before they even started. He grabbed a horn and began to walk through the trenches, and his broken voice rang out from the position.

"Brethren, can any of you tell me what we are soldiers for?"

No one answered for a long time, and Ren Ran, who felt faceless, grabbed a soldier next to him, glared at a pair of bull's eyes and asked, "Private, you answer my question just now." ”

"Report to the chief, I, I came from Henan to escape the famine, because my father saw that the soldiers here are paid high, and the military families can also reduce or exempt 30% of the field tax, so I came to be a soldier." The private stumbled and finished speaking, and was pushed aside by Ren Ran.

Ren Ran grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "It seems that your father must not treat you very well in your family, and sold your kid for the thirty percent tax." ”

"Hehehe" The soldiers on the side all ate and laughed.

"Who said it, my father is good to me, and he asked me to bring back all the military salaries, and he said that he wanted to keep it for me to marry a daughter-in-law?" The soldier stopped stuttering in a hurry.

"Damn, you kid is a fool, you must have a younger brother at home!" Ren Ran laughed.

"Huh? Sir, how do you know! The private's mouth opened in surprise.

"Well, of course I know" Ren Ran said seriously: "Your kid was deceived by your father, and the money you sent back must have been left by your father to marry your brother's daughter-in-law!" ”

"No, no, my dad definitely won't be like this." The soldier was in a hurry. Hearing these words, the nearby soldiers laughed even louder.

"Boy, do you want to know who your dad left the money to?" Ren Ran approached the soldier and asked.

"Yes!" Bing nodded vigorously.

"Think? Then you have to give Lao Tzu a good fight against the turtle sons in front of you, and then live well, after this battle, Lao Tzu will give you a seven-day leave, so that you can go home and see where your father hid all the money. After Ren Ran finished speaking, he patted the private's shoulder and walked away.

After Ren Ran left, the private stood in a daze for a while, his face changed from one to another, and finally turned around and threw himself next to the trench. grabbed the Garand rifle, stared at the Ma Jiajun who was walking slowly in front of him with wide eyes, and looked hideous, if anyone doesn't let me go home alive, I will kill him.

Ren Ran cheered around in the trenches, and finally soothed these rookies.

At this time, the cavalry had approached the position seven hundred meters away, and the cavalry began to accelerate, and the sound of horses' hooves began to hurry. The sound of horses' hooves hit the hearts of the officers and soldiers on the battlefield like thunder, and their newly raised morale tended to decline again.

Ren Ran sighed secretly in his heart, knowing that if he didn't do something, the morale of the troops would drop to the end, but there was still no expression on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Mortar platoon, give those turtle sons a color to see." Three shots rush to shoot, put! ”

As soon as Ren Ran's words were finished, the unique slight firing sound of mortars came from behind the position.

After more than ten seconds, seven or eight flames appeared in the middle of the cavalry who had just run, and more than a dozen cavalrymen were instantly swallowed up by the flames. Seeing such a scene, the soldiers were a little excited and whispered on the side.

"Okay, the brothers have also seen it, his Ma Jiajun is not a heavenly soldier, everyone is carrying a head on both shoulders, who is afraid of whom. Cheer up Lao Tzu, get ready, fire! ”

As Ren Ran's voice fell, the soldiers who had been anxious for a long time immediately pulled the trigger, as if they wanted to vent the panic and irritability in their hearts, and for a while there was a loud gunfire on the battlefield.

With the sound of gunfire, the cavalry who charged in front of them fell off their horses one after another, but to say that the Ma family army is worthy of being in the northwest for many years, there is a ruthless force, and in the face of the fall of their companions, they just lowered their heads, put their bodies tightly on the horse's back, and whipped the horse's buttocks fiercely.

"Brothers, rush, Allah bless his warriors!" Under the orders of the officers, Ma Jiajun beat the horses faster and faster.

"Beat, hit Lao Tzu hard!"

Ren Ran personally reported to the front line to supervise the battle, and at this moment he was holding the MG34 and shooting fiercely at the cavalry rushing in front. At this time, Ren Ran was not stingy with any firepower, and showed his family background, he knew that cavalry attacks were different from infantry, they paid attention to one blow, either you die or I die, after all, no matter how smart the war horse is, it will not hide its body and crawl forward.

"It's all for Lao Tzu! Allah does not bless the cowardly. Ma Songying, the commander of the first cavalry regiment, also charged in the middle of the team and personally commanded the team to attack.

Seeing the cavalry in front falling down like dumplings, they had already lost more than 200 people before they could rush to the front 400 meters. Ma Songying's heart was as distressed as being cut by a knife, these are all warriors who have followed him for many years and experienced a hundred battles. But why is the firepower of the front position so fierce, a small position is more than 500 people in the sky, he actually put nearly 20 machine guns, he used to be confused about the combat effectiveness of the Chahar army rumored in the outside world, but now he finally understands, his mother's combat effectiveness is piled up with bullets.

In fact, the development of thermal weapons to the present, especially the emergence of machine guns, has put an end to the history of infantry being powerless in the face of cavalry. In particular, when attacking a well-fortified and machine-gun position, the weakness of the cavalry was unmistakable, and their large size became the best target for the infantry. However, the firepower of the opponents encountered by Ma Jiajun before was obviously too weak, and they were often crushed by a quick charge by the cavalry of Ma Jiajun, so Ma Jiajun was still immersed in the aura of invincibility of cavalry for thousands of years.

However, as soon as we fought with a battalion equipped with the world's first-class light weapons, we immediately felt a pressure that was different from what we had ever been. In the face of the rain of metal bullets in front of them, the cavalry, who were still as heroic as ever, fell in front of the enemy position.

"How so, how so!" Ma Songying muttered, he couldn't believe that in the short distance from 700 meters to 400 meters in front of the enemy's position, nearly 400 warriors of Allah fell in a single regiment. They are all the bravest soldiers in the Ma family's army.

At this time, Ma Biao, who was watching the battle from behind, frowned even more, and the position that he thought could be taken by a regiment with just one charge was so stubborn, he put down his binoculars and said to the herald: "Order the artillery battalion to bombard the enemy's position." ”

"Knock Knock"

With Ma Biao's order, the already prepared artillery battalion immediately began shelling the positions in front.

The "whoosh" shells fell on the position of the battalion that was fighting happily, which made Ren Ran a little surprised, for the cavalry who pursued speed, they even brought artillery, which shows that the Ma family army is prepared this time.

Although the caliber of the Type 92 infantry gun is only 70 millimeters, its lethality is second to none among the same types of artillery. Soon, there were casualties in the first battalion, and Ren Ran was not too worried about this, although the Ma Jiajun came with artillery, but due to the shortcomings of the cavalry, they must not be able to carry too much ammunition, and he estimated that the artillery fire of the Ma Jiajun would have to stop after about ten minutes at most.

But now he was most worried that under the cover of enemy artillery fire, the cavalry of the Ma Jiajun had advanced a few hundred meters, and now they were very close to the barbed wire fence set up two hundred meters in front of the position.

"Hit, hit me hard!" At this time, Liu Jun, who was on the other side of the position, also threw away his polite face, and this top student of Yenching University also learned to make a machine gun himself, but unlike Ren Ran, he was holding an M2 Browning large-caliber machine gun in his hand. Although his rate of fire cannot be compared with that of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun, it is superior in power and stable ballistics. As long as you get shot, no matter who you are, you have to finish the game.