Orlov was completely unaware of the situation in front of him, and his self-proclaimed tempered and indomitable nerves were easily cut off by a thunderbolt from the sky, leaving only a mind full of shock and trance, and he looked blankly as if the steel devil had emerged from hell, mercilessly slaughtering his precious cavalry.

Loading a regiment and a battalion of thirty tanks, slamming into the Cossack cavalry in a sharp triangular formation, without a little skill, without any changes, the steel torrent led by the battalion commander Feng Yuxiang's tank opened fire unreasonably, and exploded a spectacular scene of flesh and blood in front!

The grenades fired by the 57mm tank artillery were turned into killing, and there were no fortresses and powerful units worthy of its armor-piercing shells in this era, only the flesh and blood that seemed to be powerful were unceremoniously pounced, trampled on wantonly, and ruthlessly crushed!

The fireworks were boiling, the broken horses and corpses were flying all over the sky, the heavy tanks were crushed with their pipes held high, and the wedge-shaped front face knocked the horses blocking the way more than ten meters away, and the "click" sound of broken bones sounded numb!

People turn on their backs! There is no adjective that better describes what is in front of you.

The tanks of the entire battalion rushed into the wheat field like a herd of wild boars, easily opening dozens of straight paths, and the horses and cavalry who could not dodge or were frightened were smashed and crushed by the hard steel driven by 540 horsepower.

This is just the beginning. After rushing into the herd, the course machine gun on the front face of the hull suddenly fired! Splashing water is also like a bullet hitting a broom, and it keeps searching and baptizing horses and people. The muffled popping sound means constant hits. Mighty Cossack cavalry. Turned over and fell down in response.

Countless horses screamed. Screaming and screaming, his hooves soared into the air, or he slammed to the side, knocking the other horses hard, or struggling twice in vain, and fell to the ground with a bang, covered in blood, and the power of life continued to flow in the bitter cold.

In just a few minutes, the sparse arc-shaped cavalry array was scattered. Nearly 200 people and horses were killed on the spot. During the whole process, not a single Cossack reacted, and watched as stunned as the group of monsters emitting billowing smoke tore them apart mercilessly!

The catastrophe did not end there. Twenty infantry chariots a little behind the distance were killed! The two columns cut into it like two peerless steel knives, staggering each other to make way for a sufficiently spacious firepower channel, and swept through the two wings in a figure-eight shape, and the steel fire net of small-caliber artillery and machine guns intertwined together mercilessly harvested the messy Cossacks.

The entire cluster of armor regrouped into a massive W-shape after a few minutes, with three cold holes at the tips piercing a kilometer-wide cavalry formation. Behind them, there were only men and horses who fell in various postures in the residual snow. The ** who is still breathing, or the desperate screams of death. Converge into a hellish cave!

Because Orlov rushed to the front of the team, he was lucky not to be directly hit by the torrent of steel. But less than fifty meters away from him, at least five horsemen were hit by cannonballs or bullets, one of which was blown to pieces by the cannonball that had been smashed into the abdomen, and the splatters of horse snow and internal organs flew for a meter or two, splashing the people around them all over their faces.

The Cossack veteran, who had been so powerful in the Far East, screamed in fright at this sudden catastrophe, like a woman who had been plundered by them to the back of a horse, trembling that she could not even hold the gun in her hand, and did not notice that it had fallen to the ground.

"Monster! Monsters! ”

A wave of panicked cries quickly swept across the battlefield. The cavalry on both sides who were not affected were horrified to see the group of smoking monsters slowly turning around in front, especially the round turret above was still rotating out of sync, and the thick barrels were trembling at them.

The clatter of the "Kerala" tracks was dense and sparse, the frozen hard ground was crushed away, the rolled up dirt mixed into the residual snow, and the rumbling tremors were all in one piece, as if some more terrible monster was about to emerge from below.

Track! Steel! Black smoke!

Orlov shuddered suddenly, his numb head regained a little clarity, and he shouted at his throat: "Don't be afraid! Don't panic! It's not a monster, it's just a machine, it's just a machine! Blow it up with a grenade! The same can be destroyed! ”

He exerted the wisdom of a qualified commander and made the most correct judgment, and the hysterical roar even suppressed the panicked shouting for a while, and the one or two hundred people nearby could hear it very clearly.

But it doesn't help.

The more savage people are, the more ignorant they become. They believe in the unknowable and invisible, and they instinctively fear the sudden appearance of the person in front of them. Want to get rid of fear immediately, how is it possible!

Orlov is brave and decisive. He only hesitated for a few seconds, and then made up his mind!

Sideways, he pulled two grenades from the guards soldiers next to him, held them high in the air, and shouted: "Cossacks! Pick up your weapons, great warriors of the Empire, follow me, and rush forward to take out these ridiculous monsters! They are not so terrible, and we will be victorious. Come on! Ulla! ”

"Rush! Come on! ”

"Ulla! Ulla! ”

The madness that erupted in despair stimulated the minds of many people, first a dozen guards, followed by dozens of knights, and then an entire cavalry company, which turned their horses' heads one after another, drew their swords and swung them in the air, and rumbled after them!

There is no doubt that Orlov's actions were very much in line with their expectations, and under the extreme horror and stimulation, the reckless men who did not have many brains simply gave up thinking and followed the crowd with a tendon, and bravely charged towards the unknown enemy!

Feng Yuxiang's battalion commander Tank had just turned around and followed the formation change to become the sharp edge of the shock again, just in time to see the more than 200 cavalry rushing towards him, and when he heard their crazy roar, he pouted disdainfully: "Ignorance!" This is a contest between advanced and backward technology, and the courage of a puppet is useless! Since you want to die, Lao Tzu will take it all! All units. Rush me! Crush them! ”

The roar of the T10 tank was like a manic behemoth. In the billowing smoke. The tracks in the correct direction collided again, and they kept being lowered, flattened and rolled up, carrying more than 20 tons of steel and rushing towards the brave cavalry.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The deafening sound of artillery filled the audience, fireworks spewed out, the wind shredded, the straight trajectory tore through everything that stood in front of the eyes, and the swarming cavalry responded by dozens of horses, and only the blood and flesh that were flying in the sky continued to infect the snowy land.

A charge of just a few hundred meters. There are a fifth fewer knights around Orlov!

His eyes almost popped out, the corners of his eyes almost bursting, the raging anger almost ignited his curled beard, and the heat of his body made him forget the cold.

Rush! Keep rushing! Forget yourself and rush!

As if God had blessed him, perhaps the great will of His Majesty the Tsar, he had been blessed with a miraculous blessing, and not a single bullet that was constantly whizzing around had landed on him, or on the horse. Rushed all the way to the front of the first tank without damage!

Orlov is not the kind of fool who pays for it, he is a real general right away, and his horsemanship is definitely not inferior to that of any Cossack. Facing the tank rushing at a speed of twenty or thirty kilometers, he dexterously controlled the war horse to the side. Avoid the front and pull the strings at the same time. He stopped, slamming two sneering and smoking grenades into front of him with pinpoint accuracy.

"Dangdang" two crisp sounds, the cast iron bullet shell collided with two small sparks on the surface of the tank, simply rebounded back, rolled a few meters and then slowly stopped, and then exploded!

Never before has Orloff felt that the sight of a grenade explosion was so devastating, colorful, and full of emotional beauty. He was looking forward to hoping that the two muddy flames would last longer, and that the explosion would be larger, preferably completely submerging the guy.

But the steel guy seemed to have been bitten by a lice, and he continued to move forward without realizing it!

The two cavalrymen who followed closely followed did the same, and surrendered the tanks one after another with the grenades filled with nitrogenated starch in their hands, and one of them exploded on the edge of the track, and the boiling smoke and flames instantly submerged half of the steel body.

Orlov craned his neck and mouth wide in anticipation, staring at the flames as the flames quickly vanished, and then—the tank still resolutely sprang out, and continued to move forward, forward!

"Ah——! It's impossible! ”

Ollov shouted to the sky in oblivion! For a moment, he felt that he had been ruthlessly abandoned by the Lord Almighty.

How is it possible, even a grenade can't damage the slightest?! What the hell is that guy who can withstand an explosion that is enough to tear a war horse apart?!

He didn't believe it, and he refused to admit defeat. The great Cossacks could not fail, never!

Orlov urged his horse, like Don Quixote rushing towards a windmill, his heart was full of sorrow and anger, and he rushed straight towards the rolling tank, and slashed down at the gray surface!

"Boom!"

The sword that had cut off many heads shattered in response, and the huge anti-shock force made his right hand crack, and he involuntarily let go, allowing half of the blade to fall.

A string of bullets came from behind, hitting his close war horse that had been with him for many years, and the graceful and sturdy Donhippo let out a long neighing of grief, and the action that had been dodging to the side suddenly twisted and deformed, and involuntarily skewed into the front right side of the tank.

The heavy hull of more than 20 tons effortlessly knocked the horse into the air, but General Orlov flew up with a whizzing volley, hit the turret headlong, pinned the barrel again, rolled back with a grunt, and fell in front of the tracks.

In a daze, he felt a hideous shadow pressed down in the air, followed by his body from his waist to feel an unprecedented heaviness and sharp pain, and then completely shattered, completely crushed by the rolling tracks!

Afterwards, the infantry who came back to clean the battlefield unexpectedly found half of the corpse, and it was determined from the general star that it was the Russian general Orlov. The bottom half of his body is long gone.

Feng Yuxiang didn't know that he had crushed a general to death carelessly, but he kept shooting with a cruel smile on his face, tearing apart the cavalry who dared to try to use his mantis arm as a vehicle in front of the tank. However, after penetrating the array, the driver felt a little slippage on the left track.

He suddenly remembered that there were a lot of corpses that had crushed war horses and people along the way, and he couldn't help muttering: "Sure enough, it's the same as the operation manual, you can't crush too much flesh and blood, otherwise it will easily cause the tracks to slip." ”

Feng Yuxiang said angrily: "Do you know what the hell you are doing? Quickly turn on the spot, get some sand and mix it, and don't drop the chain at this time! ”

The driver has rough skin and thick meat, and hehe laughs and skillfully operates.

The sound of guns on the battlefield suddenly thinned out by half, especially after the second lateral charge of the tanks, there were not many cavalry still standing beside them, except for the lonely war horses after being killed by the Cossacks, those who survived by luck left everything behind, and rushed towards the farther away without their lives!

In the face of unknowable and invincible monsters, who still has the courage to continue to resist to the end!

Feng Yuxiang gasped twice, lifted the top cover of the turret to expose his body, touched around in all directions, and shouted viciously: "Only then did I know that I was afraid, it was too late!" Chase Lao Tzu! Don't let any of them go! I don't want to give credit to Zhang Beard for nothing. ”

The unscathed tank battalion dispersed one after another, forming a five-car formation of three tanks and two infantry combat vehicles, forming a formation of ten, accelerating in all directions.

Dozens of kilometers away from Iro, the main force of the invading Cossack cavalry had just crossed the border line guarded by the 112th Division, and followed the Orlov vanguard team to rush wildly, not knowing that less than an hour later, the gap behind them suddenly closed. The artillery regiment of the 112th Division, which had been silent, and the heavy artillery regiment directly under the 11th Army, which had been secretly reinforced, suddenly opened fire, blocking the two infantry divisions of the Russian army that were trying to cross the border behind them, and the explosion was full of dead and wounded, and it was difficult to move an inch!

Just when Feng Yuxiang's first battalion of tanks was rampage unscrupulously, Zhang Zuolin's third battalion drove north from the right flank to the vicinity of the border, forming a wide arc and enveloping the back of the entire cavalry unit. Then, push inward and launch a full sweep!

The northern part of Mongolia bordering Russia was not wide, and a fully equipped infantry division plus a reinforced armored cavalry battalion, with a regimental headquarters and supporting forces equipped with a regiment, closed the gap tightly.

Yan Xishan's second battalion set off the latest, but it just rightly inserted a pole horizontally, cut into the middle of the main force of the Cossack cavalry in the advance, and launched a savage charge against thousands of war horses with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, sweeping back and forth like knives and cutting tofu, killing corpses all over the field. After dropping seven or eight hundred war horses, the Russian army was scattered on all sides.

A chase and escape game between a war horse and an armored fighting vehicle, unfolding on the vast ice and snow plateau! (To be continued.) )