Galloping horses, dancing sabers. The mud and grass clippings carried by thousands of horses' hooves flew in all directions, and the vibration generated by the galloping of five hundred horsemen made every soldier in the flank battlefield feel it.

Zhang Zongyu saw the modern cavalry of the West for the first time, and this kind of cavalry combat mode that was very different from his own cognition made him deeply shocked. No, it was to shock all the leaders of the Twisted Army.

Although the horse training of the inscription battalion has only acquired a trace of the essence of modern cavalry. It is far from being a real modern cavalry. [Again, 'modern' refers to the era in which we live.] It is not a descendant, and it cannot be said to be modern. 】

Zhang Zongyu and the others could only keep their eyes open for a moment, holding their breath, waiting for the moment of collision. The dense formation left both sides with no way back and no room to dodge. Killing and being killed are only in the moment when the horse's body is intertwined, and at this time, personal combat skills and riding skills have no effect, and the courage of men is most manifested in cavalry battles.

The oncoming rear twisters began to show panic, and under the threat of a very tight array in front of them, some of the horses began to run diagonally to the side, despite the rider's control. Zhang Zhuo is still always the first to ride a horse!

It was also the inscribed battalion horse team that came in waves, and their formation began to become scattered, but the scattered Cheng dù was much smaller than the twisted army. And at this distance, none of the two battalions of cavalry in the hedge thought of retreating.

Under the rapid running, the five columns of cavalry arrays began to curve first, but the short distance was not enough to affect the overall integrity of the formation.

Fifty paces apart, the horse rose to the fastest, and the speed of both sides was shown on the virtual map, exceeding twenty meters per second. Ma Zhenggang's face was flushed, his eyes were wide, and he clenched the spear in his hand, and the spear was aimed at a cavalryman of the Twist Army opposite.

This Twist Army soldier is also full of fierceness, holding a big knife to escort Zhang Zhuo and lead the front. Such a man is the backbone of the army, the bravest of an army, but now this man is also a little panicked, because he finds himself facing at least two attacks.

In addition to the Qing general, the Qing general's right horse, the saber can also cut himself.

Some of the people in the Twist Army are people who can ride and shoot well, especially Zhang Zhuo's department, all of whom are elites. On the back of the galloping horse, the bow shot arrows, and waves of arrows swished away, although there were not many, but the Qing army was too dense, and there were always hits.

But the battle was less than three arrows, and the short distance was gone in a blink of an eye. The casualties and falling horses on a large scale could not shake the array line of the Qing army at all.

"Kill!!" The cavalry formations of both armies erupted in a hissing roar at the same time.

Boom, the torrent of two horses collided head-on. Countless broken guns and fragments of blades splashed and flew, the sound of breaking and the collision of men and horses was endless, and the sound of knives and guns colliding against gold and iron made people's teeth sour. Countless horses that could not avoid each other were shattered to the bone, some horses were knocked into the air, and some fell to the ground with their riders, rolling desperately on the ground.

Of course, even more indispensable is the splattering of blood, and the flying of stumps and broken arms.

At the last moment, Ma Zhenggang's mount disobediently deflected to the left, but did not let his spear deviate too much, and he stared at the Twister warrior, bowing his body slightly, staggering past in the roaring hooves. There was a huge impact in his hand, and the body of the gun flew out of his hand in an instant, and the warrior of the Twist Army who wielded the big knife took off the big knife, and his own person also turned up to the sky and turned behind the horse with a miserable scream, and then disappeared under the rolling horses' hooves.

Ma Zhenggang only had time to glance at it, and then swept the corner of his eye to the right, and there was already a vacant position beside him, and his own personal soldier no longer knew where he had been hit. In front of him, several cavalrymen of the Twisted Army flickered, and one of them, a warrior with a red scarf wrapped around his head, brandished an iron rod, and with the sound of the whirring wind, he smashed his head on top of him. The black shadow crossed in front of his eyes, Ma Zhenggang just relied on instinct to dodge, and the iron rod dodged, and the warrior of the Twist Army did not have a second chance to attack. Ma Zhenggang hurriedly pulled out his waist knife.

A collision ends.

The dense formation of the Qing army's horse team prevailed. The first column, which suffered the heaviest losses, also had more than 50 horsemen alive. The overall loss is less than 100 rides. And what about their opponents, the Twist Army?

Zhang Zhuo, such a brave person, was stabbed twice, and he rode seven or eight hundred horses, and a quarter of them were damaged. That is to say, the ratio of battle losses reached 1:2, and the Qing army had an absolute advantage.

The wall-like cavalry array is unheard of in China's 3,000-year-old war history. The dense blade is like a clenched fist piercing into an outstretched palm, and it is not because Zhang Zhuo's subordinates are all brave, and almost everyone is desperate to the death in the inevitable situation, so that the fight is two to one, otherwise the losses of the Qing army will be much smaller.

In the end, these two battalions of horse teams are also the two most elite of the five battalions of the inscription battalion.

After Ma Zhenggang led his men through the Twist Army column, Zhang Zhuo's formation was already in chaos, and the place after the collision was full of dead and wounded human and horse limbs.

The interval between the two rounds was only in the blink of an eye, and the two armies were reduced one after another, and then the third round of collision was about to take place.

Although the soldiers of the Qing army's horse team, whose confidence has been greatly increased, can no longer continue to maintain their own formation, they have restored the ancient cavalry combat mode when they spread out their formation, and they are not at a loss compared to the Twist Army.

They all shouted loudly, holding the thick-backed saber in their hands and roaring, with the hedging horsepower, they didn't need to swing hard, as long as they held the handle of the knife and waved it lightly when they staggered, they could bring flying limbs and a rain of blood.

After twisting the army, Zhang Zongyu and others breathed a sigh of relief; In the Huai army formation, Liu Mingchuan no longer cared about the process of the infantry in the impact, only looked at his precious horse team, and watched the French cavalry battle demonstrated by Ma Zhenggang, the first two rounds of big victories made him energetic, and the third round of collision made him sigh heavily.

If your horse team can train better, for a longer time......

If you can train your five battalions of horse teams to the level of these two battalions......

If your own horse team can be trained to the level of French cavalry......

Liu Mingchuan was extremely firm in his heart at this moment - Bi Huaqing was right, and his horse team's way was right!

I want to go on, and I want to go on with determination!

The three rounds of attacks were like a storm, and the violent collision would make both armies feel unbearable.

Ma Zhenggang's right arm was fractured, and there was a half-foot-long bloody wound on his face, dripping with blood.

The 500-horse team has already lost 200, and if it is lined up again, it will definitely be full of holes.

The battlefield left a lot of corpses and wounded, Zhang Zhuo's team was close to fragmentation, and the most elite warriors in the seven or eight hundred cavalry twist army were now less than four hundred. Half of the troops are lost!

The familiar faces of the past are no longer visible. Zhang Zhuo himself was covered in blood, and he was already the same as Ma Zhenggang, and he was powerless to rush to kill again.

Among the corpses everywhere, the wounded soldiers and horses on both sides were desperately struggling and neighing, and the corpses of the two sides were stacked on top of each other in the place where the collision was concentrated, and they were more than half a person tall. Some of the fallen cavalrymen of both sides came to their senses, drew their daggers or picked up nearby fallen weapons, and fought fiercely with each other, and even some of the wounded men scuffled with each other.

Zhang Zhuo looked at the Qing army horse team on the opposite side and was inexplicably frightened, it was the first time he encountered this kind of cavalry fighting style that was almost life-for-life.

If his subordinates can pay desperate attention from the beginning, they will not avoid the Qing army's horse line......