"Raise the muzzle, shoot in that direction, and shoot freely!" Cao Jixiang roared at the sound brass from the mast, he was about the first commander to climb onto the mast and give the battle order in this era. Of course, there should be another first, that is, the order given on the mast, which was unanimously rejected by the captain of the flagship and the signal corps.

The captain of the flagship was born as an old pirate under Huang Xiaoyang, and he didn't have a very good cultivation, so he ran directly under the mast and choked wildly after listening to this order: "How many high and low angles?" How many compass angles? Hit it! Shoot and bleat! "The rifles themselves are equipped with high and low aircraft and direction machines, and they are not smoothbore guns that fire salvos against Mongolia, which has no parameters, I really don't know how to fight.

And the messenger also expressed that he could not pass the flag, because how many scales were raised to raise the muzzle? Which direction to rush?

Cao Jixiang had no choice but to slide down the mast, press the belly and say to the captain: "Do you see the smoke and dust over there?" A large force of cavalry, hurry up and fight! You can see it at a glance with a telescope! He gritted his teeth in anger, and if the people below the regimental camp dared to refute him like this, he would have pushed it down and beheaded him a long time ago!

By the time the captain himself had observed the enemy situation and given concrete parameters that could be executed, the cavalry could already be seen through the telescope, and they were whistling and rolling up spiky smoke and dust, charging towards the position at high speed, and the speed advantage of the Arabian thoroughbred was brought into full play.

If you are facing the dragoons and cuirassiers who charge intensively, in the high-speed movement, the Mamluk cavalry that is not in formation, it is impossible to have any advantage in a large-scale attack. But Ding Yi didn't have a horse on his side, so even if Ding Yi could see the problem, he was helpless at all.

And scattered high-speed moving targets. For the defending infantry, it is definitely a difficult enemy to deal with.

"It's over! The old man should not leave His Highness on the shore! "Xu Bin has been out of order. Pulling Cao Jixiang's sleeve, "Cao Gong! Fast! Officers and soldiers of the Sailor Division. Go and snatch His Highness back! He looked at Cao Jixiang with a hesitant look on his face, and added, "If Your Highness has any damage, you and I will become rootless trees!" ”

These words taught Cao Jixiang's face to change, because this is to the point, even if Cao still has the title of commander of the regiment and battalion on his body, but in fact, anyone can see it, and anyone knows that his net worth and life are on Ding's body. If Ding Yi really has something wrong. So he wants to go back and take charge of the regimental camp again? Cao Jixiang won't daydream like this, it's absolutely impossible, and being able to be a steward eunuch in Nanjing's Huanyi Bureau is probably the best end.

So he hesitated, it doesn't matter what he wins or loses, he is not Ding Yi, he doesn't care how big Huaxia is overseas, and he doesn't care about what kind of son of a bitch raised in the Age of Discovery, participating in this qiē. It's just because Ding Yi likes it, so Cao Jixiang will follow before and after the saddle, and even the official gentry will pay for the food in one piece, and Cao doesn't necessarily really think it's necessary.

Right now. Thousands of cavalry, thousands of extremely ferocious cavalry, he agreed with Xu Bin's statement. Ding Yi's little bit of people is impossible to resist. This is not a cavalry outside the Guanwai riding a Mongolian horse! Mamluk, Cao Jixiang also served as a soldier. Although I was illiterate before, I have also heard from the older generation that the Mamluk that the peak of the Mengyuan Tartars can't do!

Thinking of this, he immediately made a decision: "Gather the water ......"

But before he finished his words, the cannon sound of the four expulsions drowned out all the words behind him.

The muzzle of the rifled gun erupted with blazing muzzle flames, and the shells flew in the air and landed about 500 meters in front of the Ding Yi position. The first wave of high-explosive shells landed in the middle of the Mamluk cavalry, and although they were loosely formed, the high-explosive warhead charge was yellow*, and there was enough energy, at least for this battle, to allow the fragments of the shells to penetrate all the qiē in its trajectory.

Because of the range, it was impossible to extend the artillery fire to the enemy's rear, and because they were too close to the position and were worried about accidentally injuring friendly troops, it seemed that there was no other way than to cut off the firing. But there is no doubt that enough fighting will make one grow.

On this flagship, the captain of the old pirate, who followed Huang Xiaoyang to stay in Huton for so many years, the countries in Western Europe that are unwilling to be suppressed, cobbled together the fleet to challenge in the name of pirates, it is not one or two times, for the use of naval guns and infantry positions, this captain has a very deep experience, after firing two rounds of high-explosive bombs, the signal corps used the flag to pass on his orders: "Extend to the left and right!" Stretch left and right! ”

So the Mamluk cavalry, which was very poorly disciplined, finally learned to obey orders, artillery orders.

The artillery fire that extended to the left and right made them have to drive their war horses to concentrate in the center.

Under the threat of death, the Mamluk soldiers showed obedience that even their commanders could not believe.

And while the brave knights among them still charged towards the position. The two battalions, which had already been arranged, belonged to the mortar squad, and again dealt them a fatal blow at a distance of about 200 to 300 meters.

In fact, the Mamluk cavalry charged quickly and broke up quickly.

Ding Yi's thirty horsemen had no chance to charge to the death.

Even the riflemen in the trenches had almost nothing to do.

When the last of the Mamluk cavalry, which was still advancing under artillery fire and fearless of death, rushed into a position about a hundred meters away, the twelve hand-cranked Gatling machine guns on the two positions, each with a chain of 250 rounds, caused the more than 300 horsemen to fall.

"The end of the cavalry." Zhao Fu, who climbed the watchtower in the barracks while sick, put down the binoculars, with a relieved smile on his face, and a faint sadness, after all, he was born in cavalry, the most elite cavalry general in the border town, "Mr. has completely erased the cavalry from the battlefield. He muttered to himself with a sigh.

But the hundred or so soldiers, who were still able to move and had loaded their rifles, cheered as they heard the story of the battle from their comrades on the watchtower.

They all had a high fever and coughed one after another, but if Ding Yi's side couldn't stop it, they were ready to rush out and die together.

Living and dying together, but not begging for death, no one thinks that their lives are long, but they are Ding Yi's soldiers, this imprint has penetrated deep into the soul, and they have the consciousness of following Ding Yi to death - dragging this body with a high fever and coughing, the ghost knows if he can raise his gun, let alone aim at the enemy! You don't have to go out of the camp to fight, who is not happy?

When the artillery fire stopped, when the machine gun stopped rotating, Ding Yi carried a long knife, a tall Arabian thoroughbred horse in his crotch, strolling on the battlefield, he was a little lonely, he almost heard the mournful roar of the long knife in his hand, because in front of him, there were dead enemies, moaning war horses, blood, stumps and broken arms, but there was no opponent who could make him drenched and happy.

He succeeded in forging an army that crossed the ages, and he also succeeded in obliterating his own possible battles.

"Put away the good horses, these are all good horses." Ding Yi commanded to the soldiers beside him, and put the knife into the sheath, "The prisoners are all captured, this is not a Japanese country, unless you resist, you must follow the discipline of the battlefield." ”

"Yes!" The cavalry around him received the order one after another, divided into several small groups and dispersed, and those soldiers riding Mongolian horses had already changed into Arab horses that were surviving on the battlefield along the way.

Wen Fatzi led a company of soldiers, ran over, came to Ding Yi's side, lined up in a formation to defend Ding Yi, looking at Ding Yi's slightly reproachful eyes, Wen Fatzi hurriedly distinguished himself: "It was Liu Zijian, the commander of the position, who sent the fat man over!" ”

"Blow the trumpet and clean up the battlefield." Ding Yi laughed angrily at him, turned over and dismounted, and gave the order to the communicator.

He felt that there was no more use for such a hundred or so people in an obvious defensive formation than to tell the enemy that there were important people here, so Ding Yi subconsciously dismounted, so as not to make himself a target for the remaining enemy.

This is not the fear of death, the taboo of the battlefield, it is a lesson to exchange blood and life.

Almost as soon as Ding got off his horse, several feathered arrows broke through the air and swept past the empty saddle of the horse.

It's just a little bit worse, that's a little bit, maybe half a second sooner, the two thousand elite horsemen of Mamluk will be able to die worth the money.

On the battlefield, the decision between life and death is often in such an instant, such as Su Zhen's death, but it is just a little slower.

And the few surviving Mamluk cavalrymen who shot the feathered arrows were quickly dragged past Ding Yi.

Having lost the speed of the cavalry and being discovered by firing arrows, they were powerless to resist the elite infantry with rifled rifles, no matter how sharp the Damascus scimitars were, no matter how good their skills were.

The regiment of guards surrounded the company in front of Ding Yi, and the soldiers even had time to shoot at their limbs instead of killing them on the spot in a panic.

"Pharaoh will curse you!" What surprised Ding Yi was that the knight of the captured Mamluk could actually speak the official language of the Ming Dynasty, although it was very blunt, but if he listened attentively, he could still tell it, "The plague is just the beginning!" Mingren, get out of Egypt, this is the land of Mamluk! "Even if he was executed, the knight was still very tenacious, after all, at this time, Temujin's iron cavalry was also defeated by the Mamluk cavalry, and it seemed that this knight should be in the Mamluks, and his status was not low.

Ding Yi shrugged his shoulders and smiled and said to the knight with a hard face, "I'm sorry, please wait a moment." Then he said to Wen Fatzi, "Let Lao Cao come over, I heard that the Mamluk cavalry have all used palace punishment, if it is true, maybe it is a good choice to give them to Lao Cao's commander." (To be continued......)