This time, all the cavalry of the Soviet army was not reserved, and they took out the powerful weapons on their bodies. Passing through the chaotic tide of the two armies is extremely dangerous, and even if you don't encounter armored vehicles, you will often have to pay a heavy price if you are entangled by a large number of white Russian troops with submachine guns.

The Soviet cavalry, under the leadership of Yegorov, only rushed forward for hundreds of meters, and there were already many White Russian cavalry brandishing sabers and fearless to die.

"Phew!" "Phew!" "Phew!"

A light smoke shrouded the Soviet cavalry ranks, and the Soviet cavalry did not hesitate to shoot orange flames at this moment, and all the White Russian cavalry that approached within 100 meters of the Soviet cavalry queue dodged in all directions.

The speed of the Soviet cavalry was amazing, and in the rain of bullets, like a meteor, it smashed into the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.

After another two miles of rushing forward, the number of the White Russian army was already extremely dense, and the sound of "Ula" was incessant.

Although the various weapons in the Soviet cavalry ranks opened fire one after another, sweeping away the White Russian troops encountered along the way. But because the White Russian army kept coming from all directions, if you look at it from the sky, the White Russian army is like a moth to a fire, densely and constantly hitting an invisible wall within 100 meters of the Soviet cavalry queue, making a crackling sound.

Of course, such an impact is not ineffective, after all, the murderous firepower of the White Russian army is not vegetarian, and after being caught off guard by the Soviet army, the White Russian army also began to mobilize troops in an organized manner and began to counterattack. With the passage of time, among the Soviet cavalry, there were constantly people who fell off their horses, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Although it was dark at the moment, the Soviet soldiers in the Soviet cavalry queue had a feeling of being in the dark sea, stormy waves, and the eyes were all densely packed with white Russian troops, and occasionally there were one or two Soviet positions, which were already facing heavy encirclement. After a while, the Soviets even had a sense that they couldn't tell the direction clearly, and if it weren't for the faint sight of a section of the city wall lit with fire in the distance, the Soviets would hardly be able to confirm their location.

"Boom!" The dense sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and in the night sky, countless black shadows roared.

"White Russian cavalry!" Yegorov's brow jumped.

"Quick! Get around them! Don't let them break us up! Yegorov suddenly thought of something, his face changed color in an instant, and he gave an urgent order. The memories brought to Yegorov by the Free Knights of White Russia are not good memories, just suffer a loss, Yegorov doesn't want to be "bloomed in the middle" by the White Russian army again when the black light is blind!

Sure enough, before the Russian cavalry turned in time, the advance of the White Russian army let out a "hiss!" This slight voice made many Soviet and Russian veterans who had participated in the First World War of the Free Knights look colorless.

"Phew!" "Phew!" "Phew!" There was no need for Yegorov's order, and the Russian cavalry spontaneously launched the most fierce attack on the black shadow in front of them, and did not dare to release the trigger without running out of bullets in the magazine.

One after another, the galloping black shadows fell to the ground in the rain of bullets like a dense web,

The cavalry behind them did not slow down at all, and still rushed straight forward, the two cavalry teams were getting closer and closer, and seeing that the other party was still so scoundrel, Yegorov's eyes were full of fire and shouted loudly that he was ready to fight.

Under the mutual movement of the two armies, they were getting closer and closer, and Yegorov did not lead his team to collide with the White Russian cavalry, but cut to the left side of the White Russian army, avoiding their frontal edge,

And the White Russian cavalry also saw as the opponent approached, although the Soviet Russian cavalry claimed to be cavalry, but many of them rode donkeys and camels, not cavalry in the real sense. They, also on the orders of the officers, began to move to the right, as if they wanted to avoid Yegorov and give up the flank of the queue to the Russian cavalry.

The speed of the White Russian cavalry was much faster than that of the Soviet Russian cavalry, and because of its speed advantage, the White Russian cavalry had already passed by before the Soviet Russian cavalry could reload the magazines that had just been fired.

"Fire!" Hearing only a roar, the ranks of the White Russian cavalry, which had been waiting for a long time, spit out a dense rain of bullets, and swept towards the ranks of the Soviet troops.

This time, Yegorov's side is lively. Originally, he was worried that his cavalry charge was not as good as the White Russian army, and Yegorov, who avoided it slightly, knew what the opponent's plan was. However, it was useless to realize it later, and the bullets of the White Russian army rained down, and they were basically "taken as ordered" by the Soviet forwards. The whole front team was as clean as the streets swept by the rainstorm in the summer.

Countless knights who were shot and fell off their horses rolled to the ground screaming, and were ruthlessly trampled by the war horses of the rear team.

Yegorov was not beaten, and immediately turned in the opposite direction and rushed towards the center of the White Russian army, and fiercely rushed into the waist of the White Russian cavalry ranks.

Egorov drew his saber and roared angrily at the dark shadow of the other party: "Fire!!" Kill them all! "The front team missed the time to reload ammunition because they had just shot the enemy horses that were charging into the formation, but the Soviet Russian cavalry in the rear did not open fire without authorization, and they were already ready at this time, and with Yegorov's roar, hundreds of rifles of different lengths also rang out together, and the bullets flew straight towards the White Russian army.

This time the White Russian army was a little troublesome, just now a wave did take advantage of it, overturning hundreds of Soviet Russian troops, but at this moment, with Yegorov killing the elite brought all the way from Moscow, the ordinary White Russian cavalry was suddenly killed on their backs, and the Soviet army cut the queue into two sections.

The white Russian troops in the front team could not see the situation in the rear team clearly in the night of the black rumbling dong, but they could hear the dense gunfire from the rear, and they also knew that the situation was wrong, and the officer who led the team immediately beckoned the soldiers around him, and quickly began to turn the spearhead at an unprecedented turning speed, blocking the waist and crashing towards the rear team of the Soviet army.

At this time, it is no longer the time to charge in formation, but the time for both armies to kill red-eyed and play with people, Yegorov has actually lost control of the entire Soviet cavalry in the dark night, and can only ensure that the three thousand elites are still temporarily obeying the command, and for those cavalry gathered along the way, they can't manage it.

Today, both Belarus and Soviet Russia have made it clear that they can only fight to break the net, and they have to leave one here, and there is no room for even a loop.

"It is worthy of being the elite of the Far Eastern Army, it is really difficult!" After fighting for a while, Yegorov found that he did not bargain for anything, and the White Russian army put the elite in the front team, while the Soviet army put the elite in the middle and back team. This time, the White Russian army had a clear goal, but the Soviet army was not willing to consume the elite, so the tactics adopted were different. At present, the rise of the Soviet army in the middle of the White Russian army, and the front team of the White Russian army stared at the tail of the rear team of the Soviet army, gnawing hard. The proportion of casualties on both sides is basically 1 to 1.

"Da Da Da!" A burst of intensive gunfire pulled Yegorov's thoughts back, not far away, a group of twenty or thirty Soviet miscellaneous cavalry attempted to break through, but unexpectedly, the White Russian infantry around them were killed and wounded more than half of them with seven or eight submachine guns, and the rest could only retreat to the battlefield of the cavalry of the two armies and continue the brutal saber battle.

However, as the war dragged on, a new change began, and the White Russian knights, relying on their own fallen horsepower, were much stronger than the Soviet troops on donkeys, and began to make small short-distance charges. A group of short-sighted White Russian cavalry also plunged headlong into the cavalry queue where Yegorov was.

Fortunately, Yegorov reacted quickly, and although he did not raise the speed of the horse in a hurry, his horsemanship over the years still had an effect, and he narrowly avoided the high-speed collision of the White Russian cavalry by taking advantage of the flexibility of the Donhippo under his seat. But Yegorov's efforts only kept the White Russian cavalry from hitting him, but the White Russian cavalry still managed to enter the elite war group of Soviet Russia.

Most of the knights on horseback on both sides fell into a rolling gourd in this violent impact, but the situation on the Soviet side was better, after all, they were slow or stationary, while the White Russian army was a high-speed collision under the effect of inertia, and more people fell. Without any nonsense, the two sides shook their heads and got up, followed by a clanging sound of sabre collision.

"Don't stop for a moment, rush over!" Someone shouted in the darkness that as the first White Russian contingent entered the ranks of the Soviet troops, the second and third White Russian armies did the same and entered Yegorov's ranks.

At this time, Yegorov forcibly gathered the cavalry around him, and he didn't bother to check how many White Russians his 3,000-strong queue had entered, so he immediately drew his sword and shouted: "Surround them!" Don't let these cavalrymen run away! Let's round them up! ”

The Soviet Russian army was originally rushed by the White Russians, and the casualties were not small, and the morale was a little low, but after hearing Yegorov's roar, the morale was suddenly greatly boosted, and the cavalry drew their sabers one after another and greeted the White Russian army vigorously.

At this time, there is no other principle of warfare, the sky is dark and rumbling, the pistol is not used at all, the two teams are already you and me, and I have you, except for relying on clothes to distinguish between the enemy and me, they have completely lost their command.

Although Yegorov still does not know the situation of the infantry under his command when this battle has reached this point, judging from the desperate appearance of the White Russians, when the enemy is outnumbered, it is most likely that there is more than one bad luck. At this moment, he was in a fit of rage, and without waiting for the guards around him to hold him, he took the lead and joined the battle group with a knife.

And the guards and others who were responsible for defending Yegorov, when they saw that Yegorov had joined in the first place, they didn't dare to slack off, and they scolded and yelled, beckoning other cavalry guards to join the battle group.

When the two armies meet, the brave wins, and when they heard that their boss Yegorov had done it himself, the morale of the Soviet army was high, and they were all in a posture of playing with their lives, and it was completely a posture of you slashing me and I slashing you.