Chapter 819: Who Robbed Whom? continue

The bucks were ordered to take people to hide themselves, and to put it bluntly, they were to rest on the spot after dismounting. They didn't have to worry about the hidden problems, and the marines, who carried 200 four-wheeled wagons, connected the wagons together, surrounded the cavalry and artillery companies of the bucks, and became a fortress behind the team. As for the men and horses of this team, the four infantry companies made full use of the hour that the opponent had assembled, with sapper shovels flying and barbed wire erected. The trench was not very deep, but with the excavated earth and a barbed wire fence at a good distance, it became a hell for the Indian cavalry.

Luda's judgment was wrong, when the main force of the Cologne horse people appeared, there was no movement of cavalry on the right side, but on the left side, three thousand cavalry appeared, condescendingly overlooking the plain and looking panicked Ming army.

Gomat was trembling with excitement, his name as the number one warrior was definitely going to be confirmed this time. When he ate the main force of these Orientals, he was going to camp and countless wines and beauties were calling to him.

The horse felt the excitement of the master, and also followed the excitement of the step, Gomat reached out and touched the horse's neck: "Man, don't worry, wait for the front team to come forward." ”

The Cologne horses on the front began to press forward, the distance was getting closer and closer, for the Indians who could play cavalry flank tactics, Luda pouted very unhappily, what he wanted was not to be defeated, but to be annihilated! In particular, the Indian cavalry on the left side must be eliminated. If they are defeated, they will all run away, and the marines who use the carriage as a means of transport, how can they chase it?

"Entering the range, fifteen hundred meters, one thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters......." The telephone from the artillery position came, and Luda took the phone and listened to the constant reports of the artillery company commander inside. In the end, he was almost crying, but Luda refused to give the order for the shelling. The Indians in front had approached five hundred meters, and Gomat on the high hill finally moved, when Luda saw this scene. Finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered: "The artillery aims at the cavalry on the flank, and puts it within five hundred meters before fighting." "Hung up the phone, looking at the first attack wave of the main force of the Indian infantry in front of him, which had entered a distance of four hundred meters.

Luda said to himself helplessly: "You really can't underestimate the Indians. There is a lot of discipline in fighting wars. As soon as the words fell, Luda couldn't close his mouth, and this Nima changed too quickly. As a commando of five or six hundred people in front of the breakthrough shouted and trotted forward, the Indian brigade a thousand meters away also moved, what about the promised echelon attack? Looking at the left side again, the cavalry also moved, this Nima really praised them wrong. Taking out the flask, and taking a sip, Luda strode to the edge of the phalanx in front of the company, and as an officer, he had to stand on the front line. This is a strict requirement for classes in military schools. In fact, the current equipment is no longer necessary, but this tradition has been preserved, even if the equipment has improved a lot, it still hasn't changed.

"Accurate shooter, free to find targets!" After giving this order, the precise rider, hiding in the carriage, pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang, crisp gunshots rang out one after another, and Indian soldiers were constantly knocked to the ground. Casualties of this magnitude could not arouse the vigilance of the Indians at all, and after entering a hundred meters, the sound of wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wr-whh The Indian warriors who rushed forward suddenly began to speed up. At this time, the elite cavalry led by Gomat also began to trot up.

"Platoon guns, fire!" Luda finally gave the order to open fire, and if it weren't for the strict military discipline, the nervous soldiers would have been unable to withstand the pressure of thousands of people rushing from the opposite side and fired early. At the moment of the order, many people pulled the trigger with their eyes closed, and it was unnecessary to aim at something.

It was so vicious that the four Mundini machine guns that were ready to fire had not yet fired, but had only pointed their muzzles at the cavalry on the left. Three infantry companies are deployed in the front, which means that at least 400 rifles are shooting, and the three-stage shooting has long been eliminated, and the rate of fire of the rear-loading rifle does not need any three-stage shooting at all, and it can still play an uninterrupted effect.

The intensity of the gunfire was like the sound of firecrackers around 12 o'clock in the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the nervous soldiers slowly calmed down after the first shot. Repeating the movements that have been trained countless times, shooting, taking a step back, opening the bolt, reloading, aiming, shooting. The whole battle is getting more and more calm, and then look at the Indians on the other side?

The Indians washed forward like a tidal wave, as if they had hit an invisible wall, even though those hideous faces were within a hundred meters. But the effect of their efforts to rush to the front was like a snail crawling slowly, and a large number of people fell for every meter of the battle line.

The wind blowing from the mainland on the left quickly dispersed the rising gunpowder smoke, and also brought the sound of horses' hooves densely. The artillery that had been waiting for it finally had a chance to open fire.

Gomat clearly saw his compatriots falling in front of the dense platoon of guns, and he was immediately anxious, if it weren't for the inappropriate distance of the sprint, he would have increased his speed a long time ago. Just as he struggled to pump his horse and began to speed up with all his might, thunder sounded. Behind the wall of the carriage were not only shells, but also the figure of the dead Mengdini machine gun that appeared behind the drawn baffle. At a distance of five hundred meters, the cavalry began to accelerate, and it was too vicious to start fighting at this time.

The six 75 mountain guns, which had not fired for a long time, fired at the cavalry led by Gomart. There was a rumbling explosion, and the smoke and dust were like pillars, and the Montini machine gun seemed to sweep the floor, and a flaming scythe tore through it. The thick smell of blood, blowing with the wind, is disgusting when it enters the nose.

The buck who was peeking at the back of the carriage was already stupid, although he knew that the Ming people were very powerful and had tasted it. But standing on the side of the Ming people and watching a massacre and standing in the middle of the slaughtered crowd are completely two different concepts.

"Damn the Orientals!" Gomat accelerated desperately, and the moment he picked up his bow and arrow to aim, suddenly a huge force was fiercely mounted on his chest, and Gomat, who rose into the air fiercely, the last scene of the housekeeper was an extra blood hole in his chest.

The cavalry sprinting at high speed had no room to dodge at all, only kept moving forward, and at the moment when Gomat was knocked down, a group of war horses hit the barbed wire fiercely, and the people on horseback flew up and fell hard behind the trench, and more war horses also collided with it. A knight cleverly manipulated the war horse to fly over the barbed wire, and when he landed, he found that it was better to collide with it, and what was waiting in front of the horse's hooves was a ditch.

The soldiers of the four companies hidden in the carriage raised their guns one after another at this time, and the Indians who were lucky enough to rush through the trench, and at a distance of less than fifty meters, the platoon guns in the squad were called one by one, and the Indians who struggled to stand up one after another turned into blood gourds. The front is dead, and the back is not better, and the artillery holding back the bad constantly punches a wall of fire at a distance of five hundred meters. The subsequent Indian cavalry was constantly bombed and shattered.

The barrels of the guns were all red, and the artillery stopped, picked up a damp cloth to wipe it to cool down, and then the ** pipe had to be blown up. The Montini machine gun also stopped firing, and after half an hour of firing, the barrel was like red-hot iron.

Just when the artillerymen and machine gunners were in a hurry, the cavalry of the Indians had already begun to turn their horses and run away, and this half-hour slaughter left at least 1,500 people. The fighting spirit of the Indian cavalry was completely defeated, and when the cavalry was running around, the stag heard the greeting: "Buck, attack!" ”

The Navajo people in pairs quickly pushed away the carriage that was blocking behind, and the torrent of cavalry poured out, and before they could all come out, the bucks rushed out with more than 100 men, circled behind, bypassed the direction of the barbed wire, and chased after the fleeing Cologne horse cavalry.

This was the task given to him by Ruda, to bite the crippled cavalry and destroy as many of them as possible.

The cavalry ran, and the Indian infantry, which had been struggling to hold on for more than forty minutes, could not hold on. The cavalry was their last hope, so even if the casualties were large, these Indians still kept rushing forward, hoping that the cavalry would rush in and chop these Orientals with machetes.

The Indians, who had lost their fighting spirit, chose to turn around and run even though they still had no less than half of their troops. The formation is chaotic when attacking, and even more chaotic when retreating. Some are still moving forward, and there are many people who collide with each other before and after. The platoon guns were still ringing out, and people were falling. On the battlefield where death was everywhere, the fanaticism of the Indians quickly cooled and finally turned into fear.

Put away the command knife, handle the rifle next to him, and Luda, who loaded the bayonet, shouted: "Get on the bayonet, counterattack!" ”

Beyond the trenches, over the barbed wire fence covered by a hill of corpses, the Marines struck out, bayonet in pursuit of the Cologne horses. Ruda, who rushed to the front, soon caught up with a Cologne horse who was lagging behind, and stabbed the bayonet into the back, and with a thud, blood gushed with the bayonet drawn.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the Cologne horses were constantly caught up and stabbed to the ground with bayonets.

The battlefield is full of similar scenes, with the unpossessed and fleeing Colognema on one side and the murderous bayonet chasing Marines on the other.

Li Heng, who was holding a cup of hot tea, sat on the folded Maza, squinted at the fierce battle, and finally stood up, patted his butt and said, "Order, let the baggage company clean up the battlefield." ”

Luda's pursuit stopped in less than ten minutes, and the communicator hugged him tightly and shouted, "Battalion commander, you have to command the battle." Luda glared at him unhappily, and saw that there were a lot of sycophants scattered on the flanks, and his eyes lit up immediately. (To be continued.) )