Three green flares flew into the sky, and 3,000 well-dressed Ethiopian cavalrymen with spears rushed down the eastern slope of the valley like a tide.

At the same time, Duke Matafaria personally commanded the reserves deployed deep in the valley – the 12th Infantry Brigade and 20,000 feudal militiamen – to storm the western slopes of the valley, supported by twelve 105-mm howitzers directly under the reserve. The 11th Brigade, which was lying in ambush on the cliff on the eastern side of the hill, was also ordered to leave the heavily fortified position and attack the Italian troops from behind the valley.

At this point, the elaborate ambush turned into a head-on battle under unfavorable conditions, with the Italians occupying the western slopes, erecting machine guns and mountain artillery, while the Egyptian troops, who had just suffered a heavy blow, were forced to cross the valley and launch a counterattack, they could not see the movement of the Italian troops behind the hillside, while the Italians could clearly observe their every move...... At this time, if the Duke of Matafaria had a balloon or an airplane or two in his hand, it might have prompted him to make up his mind to withdraw from the battle sooner, but unfortunately the two planes that the Emperor had promised to send to the Duke had an accident on the way, one crashed, and the other could no longer start its engine after landing, and as for the carriage carrying the balloons, it was still staggering on the dirt road a hundred kilometers away from Korah at the beginning of the battle......"

25,000 Ethiopian infantry and 3,000 cavalry let out an earth-shattering cry, and the spears of the forest were tilted forward, as if the forest of the other world was moving, and several huge green, yellow, and red three-color striped national flags flew in the dust.

The 4th Cavalry Regiment took the lead, braving a flurry of shrapnel and rushed up the hill - lined up in front of them were countless Maxim water-cooled machine guns that rained down bullets like faucets!

The Italian infantry spread out three rows of horizontal columns behind dozens of machine guns, full of bayonets, and the force of a salvo of 180 men was no less than that of a machine gun platoon, and they were not afraid of the Ethiopian cavalry rushing down from the top of the slope, because their own cavalry was behind the horizontal line, and could rush out of the gap between the infantry at any time to meet them.

The Ethiopian cavalry, charged with spears between their armpits, were exposed to countless guns as soon as they rushed to the top of the slope, and their figures stood out on the ridgeline, making them excellent targets for Italian marksmen.

Waves of horsemen of the highland rushed to the top of the slope, trees fell like snow, and the corpses of men and horses piled up so high that the riders behind had to spend time getting around them - in a dense rain of bullets, which was tantamount to suicide.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the 2,500 Ethiopian cavalry who rushed up the hill were dismounted, and there is no doubt that the tragedy belongs to them, and the glory belongs to Makqin.

Count Geisel, the deputy commander of the 5th Cavalry Regiment, who was hit by three bullets, climbed over the top of the slope and prevented the last cavalry battalion of the regiment from entering the battle in time, and finally saved the last few hundred cavalry for the "Second Field Regiment, the King of Kings".

At the same time as the cavalry collapsed, the "25,000 charge" launched by the Duke of Matafaria personally commanded was just at its climax, and 10,000 feudal militiamen armed with spears, hoes and even wooden sticks as the vanguard swarmed up the hill and rushed to the Italian army waiting for them like an avalanche.

The battle instantly turned into a massacre, in front of dozens of Maxim machine guns that fired 300-500 rounds per minute and thousands of Gebel rifles that fired 15-20 rounds per minute, the sea of people was a sea of corpses, and the Italian howitzers also fired deadly shrapnel from afar, the shells were concentrated near the top of the slope, and the scythe of death swept repeatedly in the dense crowd, and one moment after another, the blurred curtain of flesh and blood covered the earth and sky.

When the 12th Infantry Brigade, led by Duke Matafaria himself, rushed to the top of the hill, every step was the flesh and blood of his own people.

The Twelfth Brigade was deployed in front of two regiments in a skirmish line, one regiment in reserve, and 5,000 militia on each flank. The regular officers and soldiers charged while shooting, which could kill a few Italians, but at this moment, under the intensive strafing of all kinds of fire of the Italian army, there was no fundamental difference between the regular army charging with Hanyang rifles and the militia charging with wooden sticks.

The Italian artillery fire repeatedly swept the battlefield, and the 105-mm heavy field guns of the Egyptian army deployed in the valley could not exert their power due to the terrain, and only a dozen small mortars carried by the infantry caused some damage to the Italian army, but these small guns quickly ran out of ammunition......

The corpses piled up rapidly, and the feudal militia on both flanks of the Twelfth Brigade soon lost the courage to advance, and scattered backwards like a tsunami, as they had just charged, and flags bearing the coat of arms of the Matafarian family, arquebuses of unknown age, non-mass-produced spears with ropes tied to the tips of the spears, unusually ordinary hoes, sharpened or barely worked wooden sticks, were thrown to the ground.

As a result of the dispersal of the militia, the will to fight of the regular army rapidly waned, and more and more soldiers burrowed behind the corpses, either shooting indiscriminately or simply hiding there and doing nothing, with scattered soldiers climbing over the slope and fleeing back into the valley on the other side of the hill. Seeing this, Duke Matafaria drew his sword and ran around the pile of corpses, kicking the ass of the "cowards" while shouting and cheering: "Get up for me!" Charge, charge! The 11th Brigade will attack from the enemy's flank right away, and victory will be ours and ours right away! ”

Bullets whizzed past the duke, and it might only be a matter of time before they hit him.

Li Xiuping didn't want to die here, and he didn't want to die so worthless, as soon as he saw the tragic situation of the corpses in front of him and the tight formation of the Italian army, he understood that this battle was meaningless, and at this moment, taking advantage of the opportunity of Duke Matafaria to jump over him, he suddenly grabbed the duke's hand.

"Your mission, my lord, is to hold on to Korahhei!"

"I know it! Let go! The duke brandished a Western war knife and yelled at Li Xiuping viciously.

"It's still too late, please bring the army to Korahhe, where we should slaughter the Italians!"

Before Li Xiuping could finish speaking, a grenade shrapnel exploded nearby, and the powerful shock wave swept the two of them down together with the flying shrapnel and shrapnel......

I don't know how long it took, it felt like a long time had passed, but in fact, maybe only a few seconds, Li Xiuping slowly wiped the slimy things on his eyelids, and finally opened his eyes, and there was Duke Matafaria lying on his side in front of him.

"Lord Duke......"

"On my orders, the whole army will withdraw to Korahhe." The duke swallowed the blood foam and spat out the words with difficulty.

It was not easy to retreat in front of a superior enemy, not to mention that the main general was seriously wounded.

Li Xiuping decided to take a gamble.