The leader of the Mamluk cavalry squad, looking at Ding Yi and Xu Bin, was obviously the leader here, without stopping, leading the two horses to gallop to this side, the tall Arab thoroughbred horse galloped with its hooves raised, and the Damascus steel scimitar flashed with a strange light in the sun, this was the Mamluk that Meng Yuan also folded back then.

And the soldiers who were repairing the fortifications, despite their quick reactions, and despite their experience in a hundred battles and the rest of their lives, could not have been faster than the Arabian thoroughbreds who sprinted at speeds of up to eighty kilometers per hour. It always takes time to react, not to mention that they are carrying out civil engineering work.

The Mamumegran cavalry did not gather together in a group charge, they rode in three or five in a group, and it was difficult to capture such a high-speed moving target.

The soldiers of that platoon had all fallen, either cut down or knocked away by the charging horses.

No matter how elite they are, although they have the most advanced rifle in the world in this era, it is just a single-shot rifle, not an assault rifle with a grenade launcher underneath. The Arabian thoroughbred horses that sprint at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, unless they are all characters with great sniper talent like Ding Junyue, and use a sniper rifle with a heavy barrel, how can they fight?

The ability of a single-shot rifle powered by black gunpowder to knock out five extremely scattered and lightning-fast targets was already commendable, thanks to the accurate shooters of this platoon, with an extremely fast rate of fire, fired two shots in three or four seconds, and all of them hit.

Except for Su Zhen, he threw out the rifle in his hand and smashed a cavalryman on his horse, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Then he threw the sapper shovel in his hand. The second cavalryman who rushed towards him fell from his horse on the spot.

Then he drew his sword and cut off a hand holding a Damascus scimitar.

The knife flashed. Su Zhen gave way to the fourth Arabian horse rushing in front of him by a fraction of a second. Half-kneeling and wielding his long knife, the horse that rushed past him neighed and stumbled on its side, and the inertia caused it to slide forward with the cavalry on its horse.

Then, Su Zhen flew up, and the battlefield has never been a place for individuals to show off their martial arts skills.

As the first knife in Beizhili, it is difficult for Su Jian to completely erase all the habits left over from the previous twenty or thirty years, such as the knife that hit the front leg of the horse. When he retracted the knife, he habitually slowed down a little, just a little, maybe only a fraction of a second, or even less.

But this fraction of a second made it impossible for him to dodge the impact of the fifth Arabian thoroughbred that followed in a half-kneeling position.

At this time, in addition to the leader of this cavalry team, he led the other two horsemen to Ding Yi, and there were nine horsemen who were blocked by the soldiers of that platoon and Su Zhen.

Twenty horsemen before and after, even Napoleon had to admit it. Even the most brilliant and arrogant cuirassiers in the French army at that time, with three cuirassiers against two horses, would have defeated the Mamluk cavalry. It was the era of the invincibility of the French army, and it was an incomparable cuirassiers. But in squad combat, they were still defeated by Mamluk.

Ding Yi was not Su Zhen, when he saw the other party's three horsemen rushing towards him. He kicked twice, then pounced on Xu Bin. directly threw the old gentleman at Cao Jixiang. When Ding kicked those two kicks, the three horsemen of Mamluk were still fifty meters away from him. So it is naturally impossible for him to kick the other party with these two kicks.

He kicked sand, and Egypt has never lacked yellow sand.

Then Ding Yi drew his gun and ran out of six rounds in less than a second while doing tactical rolls on the ground.

There was not a single hit, and the kicked yellow sand obscured the enemy's vision, and naturally his own vision.

He didn't think that such a high rate of fire could hit a war horse with a speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

It's just a muzzle flame to make it impossible for the enemy to determine where he is.

A car with a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, if the road conditions are bad, if it makes a sharp turn, unless it is a professional driver, it is an inevitable result to roll over. The war horse is no exception, it is fast, it is very tall, it is difficult for it to stop or change direction.

So after rushing through the yellow sand, the three horsemen found nothing.

Perhaps the only thing to gain was that one of the Arabian thoroughbred horses began to slow down and neigh, as it keenly felt that its load had weakened and that the rider in the saddle was nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Su Zhen had just been knocked into the air, and the whole person was still in a state of stagnancy.

Whether it is the moment of appearance or curtain call, he is a hundred times more chic than Ding Yi.

Ding Yi's snow-white robe was quickly rolled on the ground by him, and he couldn't distinguish the original color.

In particular, he pulled out his bayonet from the eyes of his opponents, and the Mamluk cavalry who had been dragged down by him, after the blood splattered under his mask, stained his robe, was definitely more unbearable than the vagabonds in the local capital cities of China.

It was almost impossible to distinguish him from the yellow sand on which he was lying.

The nine horsemen who followed were also indistinguishable.

Cavalry, absolutely should not stop, the cavalry that stops, that is the target, any good cavalry understands this truth. Mamluk was undoubtedly a fluke among the cavalry, and they would not make such a low-level mistake, so they couldn't distinguish the nine horsemen where Ding Yi was, so they galloped past Ding Yi.

So they had only eight horsemen.

There was no exhalation, no brave posture, just when the dashing Su Jian spurted a mouthful of blood in the air and drew a vivid color, Ding Yi, who was as dirty as a ball of mud, jumped on the back of the last horse, and the bayonet stabbed into the opponent's ribs through the gap in the armor, and inserted it into the heart of the cavalryman in the two ribs.

At this time, Su Jian fell heavily to the ground, kneeling on one leg and holding a long knife in his hand.

And Ding Yi snatched the Damascus steel scimitar of the knight in front of him, and caught up with the cavalry in front, the sharp Damascus steel scimitar, with horsepower, came from behind, and cut the back of this cavalryman, and the Arab thoroughbred, fast enough, galloped vigorously in the wind, and taught the cavalry to scream on the horse, and the intestines that flowed from the huge wound dragged like a kite string in the wind.

A good war horse will often slow down after the knight has fallen into the saddle.

The horses of the Mamluk cavalry are definitely the top war horses.

So immediately afterwards, an Arabian thoroughbred slowed down, and was dirty like a mud monkey, with blood mixed with yellow sand, and Ding Yiyue, who couldn't even see his head and face clearly; Then another horse slowed down; Another horse slowed down...... Because they all felt the fall of the knight on the horse.

Su Zhen spurted out a mouthful of irrepressible blood, which seemed to be mixed with some fragments of internal organs, but he tried to lift it up, as if he was looking at his comrades in front of him to see if there were still survivors, and he seemed to be preparing to fight another battle with the enemy who was coming.

The only remaining four horsemen displayed their superb horsemanship, and spread apart, preparing to make a curved arc to intercept Ding Yi.

Dante slowed his horse as the gunshots rang out.

A salvo of more than fifty rifles, and a grenade thrown from four grenadiers, cleanly dealt with the last four cavalrymen.

Ding Yi reined in his horse and pushed the horseman who had been pressed in front of him from the saddle.

The man was not dead for a while, but he was stabbed in the heart, and the massive loss of blood made his lips open and closed, and he could not say a word, Ding jumped off his horse, uncovered his visor, and slit his throat.

He stood up, his body covered in yellow sand mixed with blood, and his head and face were no exception.

Dantei's eyes were bright, and there seemed to be an indescribable lightness.

Perhaps, this is his true self, a man who survives for the battlefield.

He adapts to such an environment, no matter how sudden it happens, no matter how dangerous it is.

On the battlefield, walking on the edge of life and death is what he is familiar with, and it is the moment that can make him relaxed and happy.

"Sir." Su Yan held Ding Yi's outstretched hand, and once again uncontrollably spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes, it was obvious that the focus had begun to collapse, but he was still wide open, still looking into the distance, "The banner of the Ming Dynasty will always flutter in the sun, right?" ”

"Yes, the sun never sets, and the sun can always shine on the banner of the Ming Dynasty." Ding Yi almost used a roar to answer Su Zhen's question, the last question.

Since following Ding Yi, he has not asked any questions about the future and the direction of struggle;

This is his only and final question.

Su Zhen didn't answer, his eyes were scattered, still looking ahead.

Until the moment of his death, his head was held high, like an indomitable statue.

"In the future, set up a statue here, a statue of Su Zhen." Ding Yi said to Xu Bin, who came over in shock.

Then he ran to the platoon that had stopped the enemy just now, and there were only two seriously wounded survivors.

The rest of the soldiers were either cut into their internal organs by the bones of the tall Arabian horses, or slashed by the scimitars of Damascus, and the unarmored soldiers were as fragile as paper to the scimitars that charged from the horses.

"Your Highness, what can I do!" Xu Bin's beard was trembling, he was thrown away by Ding Yi just now, although Cao Jixiang caught him, but the old gentleman was also frightened, after all, he was a civil official, how could he have thought that he would face life and death so closely? And not just his own life and death, "What if there was another group of Mamluk cavalry?" ”

He presided over the excavation of the canal here for several years, and he was well aware of the habits of the other side: "Often, after the twenty-horse Mamluk came to reconnoitre, it was followed by a rush of several hundred horsemen!" General Zhao had tried to set up mortars before, but these Mamluks, they were small and small, and they were not easy to fight! Once you rush closer, you will be like a wolf into a flock! Your Highness, the old man is guarding here, you can get on the boat first! This time, you lost twenty or thirty people, and there are only about two hundred people around you, which is not as many as the marine battalion under General Zhao, how can you fight this! (To be continued......)