The students of Thunder Academy, of course, would not use the kind of plug-type bayonet that was stabbed into the barrel of the gun. They still use front-loading smoothbore loading guns, which is that the current process cannot solve the problem of air tightness, not that Ding Yi cannot realize the design of rear-loading rifles. But the bayonet mount will not be a problem, it must be an imitation of the modern bayonet mount.

"Grenadier! Advance! Grenadier! Advance! "They responded to the order with the sound of the jaws snapping in the bayonet sockets. What is a bayonet? Maybe for the soldiers of this era, there is not necessarily such an understanding, but for Ding Yi, the bayonet has a special meaning.

It is the last dignity of being a soldier.

There are some things, for some, that are not the same.

For example, military fans who have no military experience in later generations can wear various military ranks for the sake of role-playing, without any difficulty, to play their or their favorite image. Because it's just a nice piece of cloth or other material for decoration, and it's nothing special.

But for people with military experience, generally few people can do this, military rank for people with military experience, is a very strict meaning of things, similar to a totemic kind of storage zài, most people after leaving the army, to wear more than their original military rank logo, will subconsciously appear a kind of resistance.

The same goes for bayonets.

It's not about what kind of steel it is, it's not about whether it's ergonomic.

Only in the fact that it is a bayonet, a soldier's bayonet.

At this point, the students of Thunder Academy are very good from Ding Yi. Inherit this spirit.

"All of them, grenades. Get ready! ”

In the midst of the order, three columns of Thunder Academy students in blood-colored robes handed their guns to their left hands. Take out the grenade in your right hand, unscrew the lid under the wooden handle, put the falling pull ring on your little finger, and hold it at the waist. And in the darkness, their enemies also made a decision, and after paying such high battle losses, they could not accept that they would retreat like this, and it was their decision to charge again, so the roar of the alien race rang out in the hurried hooves of the horses.

"First column, cast!" The students in the first row rushed out three steps at the sound of the command. After completing a series of technical actions of triggering the bullet and swinging the arm, twisting the waist and sending the hip buckle wrist, he consciously held the butt of the gun in his right hand, and aimed and adjusted the queue with the corner of his eye, at this time the grenade more than ten steps away had fallen into the darkness.

"Second column, cast!" "The third column, vote!" The students in the back two columns rushed out in turn and threw the grenades in their hands forward. The violent explosion shredded the black night in front of it, and the grenades thrown by the first column. The orange flames burst out one by one like the flowers of death.

Then Ding Junyue didn't issue any more orders, because no one could hear the orders at this time.

She silently pulled out her bayonet, attached it to the bayonet seat under the barrel, and made a tactical gesture at Wang Yue next to her.

A continuous stream of explosions rang out in the dark night. Touch after touch of blood, in the moment of being illuminated by the firelight, in the smoke of the explosion of black fire*. It is smeared with bright red, which is the red of life. Then, swallowed up again by darkness. The flying limbs, the crashing horses, the screams, the groans, in the midst of the heavy damage, the steppe people, there is no big difference compared to the students who hid behind the breastwork before the battle began.

In the face of death, the immortal heaven was also powerless.

After the explosion, Wang Yue's ears had not fully recovered his hearing, so he brought the suona to his mouth, and he fulfilled the task entrusted to him by Ding Yi, Wang Yue has always been a very adaptable person. So he blew the loud charge horn according to Ding Junyue's tactical gestures, "Didi tick!" Tick Tick Tick! Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick! ”

"Kill!" Three columns of blood-clad warriors, with bayonets in their hands, swept in like a churning wave, and they wanted to devour a qiē and smash all the enemies who dared to stand in their way! Even if you look at them from the sky, they are just three thin red lines.

But these three thin red lines, in the dark night, are sharp minions, torn out marks!

The bayonet mercilessly stabbed into the chest of the steppe warrior who staggered from the ground; The sturdy soles of high-top cowhide boots trampled over the head of the Tartar who had been crushed to the ground by the warhorse; Their steps were not light, even though the breastplate they wore was far less than two fingers thick, but they advanced steadily, and the three columns of red-blooded battles, when the first column rested, the second column alternated to kill, and then the third, and so on, and after they had advanced thirty paces, at last there was a cry of terror in the darkness, and the steppe people retreated.

You must know that the three hundred horsemen who served as the last wave of attacks are the most outstanding warriors of the three tribes, and the first wave of the hundred grenades has completely knocked the first half of the three hundred horsemen to the ground, and then the second wave of grenade rain has enveloped the second half of the can't dodge. And the effect of the third wave is actually the least cost-effective, but it is also the most desperate for the grassland people, because they feel that the Ming people don't seem to want a living mouth at all!

No, it's not that there are no warriors, Seven Guards Nayan took a dozen cronies around him, and when everyone collapsed and dispersed, he rushed up the current to those three red lines. But by the not-so-bright light of the torches, the Seven Guards discovered in despair that the three seemingly loose red threads had shrunk into a sharp wall of spears in a very short time, at least before his horse had crossed the thirty paces.

The first column is half-kneeling, the second column is lowered, and the third column is holding the rifle flat above the head, forming three guns made of bayonets.

However, the Seven Guards were luckier than his guards, for he had plenty of room to turn his horse's head at the back of the charging procession, and it was at this moment that his men slammed into the guns, and the horses neighed and fell. However, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the war horse, which was struggling to turn, neighed miserably and fell to the ground.

Ding Junyue, who was more than thirty steps away, stabbed the gun into the barrel with the whole strip and brushed the barrel, which was the first time in this war that she used the rifled heavy barrel with only twelve bullets to load the gun. She said to the herald beside herald, "I want to live, if you can." ”

Du Ziteng pulled out his long knife and said with a smile: "Please fight." Ding Junyue nodded, after all, it was useless for Du Ziteng and these cavalrymen to stay by her side at this time. Du Ziteng jumped on his horse with a long smile, pointed his long knife obliquely to the sky, and shouted: "Light cavalry! ”

"Chase the clouds! Chase the clouds! "Twenty-four horsemen, but full of fanaticism and passion, the arrival of Ding Yi, so that the cavalry in the last glorious years of history also came in advance, and the three lines of red line thick, condensed, neatly different, Du Ziteng led this team of light horses, riding horses galloping like lightning.

They recklessly crisscrossed the battlefield, not only cut down a few horsemen who wanted to snatch away the seven tart Nayan, but also in this dark night, impacting the torches that dared to condense together, that was the warrior of the grassland, unwilling to fail and wanted to fight again, but Du Ziteng ruthlessly used these twenty-four horses, with war knives, with eccentric wheel crossbows, again and again ruthlessly crushed the bravery and hope of these grassland people.

Soon, the remnants of the cavalry of the three tribes on the steppe entered a collapse, and the students of the three red lines began to stop charging and regroup, relying on their legs and wearing armor, it was impossible to keep up with the footsteps of the opposing cavalry to escape, they began to reload their ammunition, and then carefully cleaned the battlefield. As for the fat-headed and round-headed Seven Tart, after being tied up by the four hooves, he looked like a round ball when he was thrown next to the campfire.

And the Red Army Changsheng was with seven or eight horsemen henchmen, even the torches did not dare to start, frightened to flee to the north, in just a hundred steps, two horsemen stumbled and fell down, in the absence of lighting, according to the starlight is not enough to make this era more or less night blind steppe knights, safe and sound.

Looking back at the bonfire, it was almost more than two hundred steps away, that is, a distance of about a mile, and the Red Army Changsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly dismounted, and taught the henchmen around him to light torches. Soon these seven or eight torches were like lighthouses, attracting those panicked and fleeing steppe routs, which made the Red Army Changsheng secretly happy, many of these people were from the other two tribes, but he watched the seven tarts being shot off the horse, and the other leader directly burst out of seven or eight blood holes, screaming and dying, that is to say, the remaining four hundred horsemen will be his. At least this hunting trip was not a loss, although it failed, but out of 300 cavalry, back there were more than 400 horsemen, as well as women, cattle and sheep of the other two tribes.

"Follow me, don't mess around, I will lead you out safely, I will give you cattle and sheep, women!" The Red Army Commander roared with all his might, "I, Tart Horse Chiyikirata, swear that I will repay you for the loyalty you have given me!" This is the famous Mongolian syllable of the Red Army's victory.

However, at this moment, I heard thirty paces ahead, many people in the darkness shouting in unison: "You call me to be a Rakshasa, but you don't know that in the darkness, I am God!" Those who dismount and kneel on the ground will not die! This made the Red Army Changsheng suddenly fall into icy water from the frenzy, and the extremely frightened steppe knights around him exploded even more, Ah Pong Rakshasas, Ah Pong Rakshasas, Immortal God!

As if in order to verify the cruelty of the legendary Akrakshasa, a voice immediately came from the darkness: "The first row of a company, shoot in a kneeling position, prepare, release!" "A second platoon, take a step forward, shoot in a kneeling position, prepare, put!" With every roar, there were forty or fifty explosions, like peeling bamboo shoot shells, and these steppe cavalrymen who were almost in a state of stoppage were swept down in an instant.

But the voice never seemed to stop, "The third platoon of the first company, take two steps forward, shoot in a kneeling position, prepare, release!" "Monotonous, mechanical voice, without any exalted emotion, but again and again, taking away life, without any mercy, without any compassion, just as the legend says, the ruthlessness of the Rakshasa of Apo. (To be continued......)