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He knew very well that he would not regret it at this time.

The meteor-like artillery fire was still endless, and a cannonball exploded more than twenty feet away from him without warning, countless dust and rushing to his face, and a shrapnel hit his foot, and he suddenly felt a trace of pain.

The pain irritated him even more, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, finally making up his mind.

Now, having lost to this point, what else can be done? Retreat is death, so simply, just rush over, rush over, maybe you can also make up for your mistakes!

I don't know when, Zittle's eyes were already red, he looked at him fiercely, and suddenly let out a roar, and his tone couldn't help but be a little tragic: "Kill!" ”

Then Zittle's horse, like a wild horse on the prairie, rushed out like a madman.

Da Da Da ......

After a series of shells bombarded by the panicked Tatars behind them, in a series of panics, they had no backbone at first, and their hearts were extremely cold, and they were in a dilemma, but they saw Zitl struggling to rein in their horses and rush forward, and when they looked back, they saw that there was already a great chaos behind them.

At this time, many people couldn't help but have a trace of grief and indignation in their hearts, since Genghis Khan, they have never experienced such a defeat, even in the steppe, the word of mouth of the king, the king of Zhongshan and the emperor Wen swept the desert back then, and never suffered such a defeat, not to mention, since the rise of Mongolia, and then to the unification of the desert, even if they were driven back to the steppe from the peak of the day, the Tatars and their ancestors have always been the masters of this steppe, and now ......

With Zitl as an example, no matter how much fear is in their hearts, they are not allowed to retreat as the glory of the steppe warriors.

So many people raised their long knives again, and rode on horseback to meet the artillery.

At this time, they had learned wisely, and instead of charging intensively, they dispersed, spreading all over the mountains and fields, and rushing towards the green dragon.

Seven or eight thousand men were non-stop, all of them went crazy, and sent out the final sprint.

But as they approached, the piercing sound of gunfire rang out, and the countless rifles erupted tongues of fire, and then the Tatars, who had to gallop at once, were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

Da Da Da ......

This is quite like the last sorrow of the knights, they suddenly realized that they were about to be eliminated, and suddenly found that they were so vulnerable in front of this steel, but at this time, their hearts were still surrounded by the glory of their ancestors, they galloped forward, still using the long knives that their ancestors were good at, still running in the same way, crazy.

Two hundred steps......

Countless bullets shot out like shuttles in mid-air, piercing through the paper-like leather armor and piercing the body, and the horses neighed with pathos.

Every Tatar still looks ahead with red eyes, and they still seem to think that they are the masters of the steppe, and that they can conquer everything by riding and shooting like their ancestors.

One hundred steps......

Only more and more people are falling off the horse.

More people have only sadness left in their hearts, but hope is still in front of them.

Rush over, as long as you rush over, after rushing over, these timid southerners will jump with their heads in their hands.

They knew that many people had died behind them, and at this time, they no longer only wanted to rob more wealth, but also had something called hatred in their hearts.

This revenge is not only because of the lives of the clansmen, but also because of the shame of such heavy casualties today, which must be washed with the blood of these Han people.

They stared at it, and they wanted to kill all these rat-like Han people more than the temptation of the great wealth, leaving no one behind.

It's just that the sound of gunfire is like fried beans, and in this short distance, there are already mountains of corpses.

On many corpses, the holes left by the bullet still have gunsmoke, only the sparse iron cavalry is still forward, these people who have been in battle for a long time, know better than anyone else, they can no longer turn back, cowardly and run away, they will only leave their backs to the other party, let the other party kill.

This kind of robber who has become skilled in slaughtering others with butcher knives, in a sense, the more afraid and frightened they are in their hearts at this moment, the more desperately they sprint forward, they are crazy to carry the belly of the horse, faster, faster.

Finally, someone rushed forward, and their hearts couldn't help but be overjoyed.

It's arrived, it's already here, as long as they rush over, these Han people will be frightened, they are about to win, they have already seen the dawn of victory.

By this time, even the light of the day had become brighter before their eyes, and they were in good spirits and rode their horses across the last distance.

It's just that......

No, it was a nail on the ground, many nails were sprinkled in front of the trench, and the horse was rejected, the wire loop was staggered together, the diamond-shaped triangular nail was stepped on by the horse's hooves, and suddenly the horse's legs were punctured, and the person on the horse immediately lost his balance, and flew down.

Far from being afraid, these Tatars rejoiced, because they only thought about ......

Just rush over, rush over!

Carrying their knives frantically, they swooped through the horses and plunged directly into the trenches.

They let out a roar of rage, and their hearts couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Before they could leap into the trench, the whistle sounded.

The rifle stopped, and the student with the rifle in his hand and the bayonet did not flinch.

In fact, the biggest mistake of the Tatars may not be that they did not anticipate the sharpness of the Han army's artillery, nor that the Han army had rifles, but that they actually thought that the Han army in front of them was as timid as a mouse, like a military household in a border town.

And when they jumped into the trench, they didn't see the Han army running around, they didn't see anyone scared and urinated, and they didn't see anyone take half a step back.

They were greeted by bright bayonets, and in groups of three or five, well-trained Han soldiers slaughtered them together.

Before the Tatars could use their strengths in hand-to-hand combat, the bayonet plunged into their bodies before the long knives could be drawn.

Or maybe there is a Tatar who, like madness, swings his sword with red eyes, and one comes forward with a bayonet to block his sword, while the other stabs it diagonally.

These people did not shout any heroic slogans, but they were in groups of three or five, each with their own division of labor, and in silence, they were with infinite killing intent, they were like reapers, each performing their duties, but they were taking people everywhere.

The closer they got to these people, the more desperate they were, and the Tatars who were lucky enough to rush in had too much hope, but when their hopes were shattered and they saw more cold and cruel truths, they really realized that what they were facing was by no means the Han army in their impression.

(To be continued.) )