The crisp sound of the guns on the plateau spread far away, faintly echoing in the valley, which was a bad omen that made people's scalps tingle.

Naturally, the marching troops of the Kingdom of Italy also heard it, and some of the soldiers could not help but talk about it in their ears, and were soon severely reprimanded by the officers; "Shut up, no discussions, no random speculation that affects the morale of the army, keep the march quiet, and pay attention to keeping the queue ......"

That being said

But the officers also knew that the cavalry B Company and C Company that chased out were afraid that they would be ambushed by the enemy, and they would be more than lucky.

The infantry officers were very familiar with the sound of platoon guns, and this dense volley of guns was by no means capable of being fired by cavalry, but a typical infantry platoon of guns, at least one battalion in number, and I am afraid that the enemy would have more.

There were only more than 300 cavalry in the entire Italian army corps, and 23 were removed at once, and the rest of the battle was difficult to fight.

"Oh...... God, no ......"

Count de Santis and Colonel Pellini cried out almost at the same time, and they looked at each other with ugly faces, and they were not in the slightest mood for relief.

"Oh my God...... These damned Orientals, I curse them to hell, my poor cavalry battalion...... "Count de Santis was not a fool either, and when he heard the dense volley of gunfire, he knew that he had fallen into the vicious trap of the enemy, and that his beloved cavalry might not return.

Europe has always had a knightly tradition, and the cavalry battalion was naturally a place where nobles gathered, and there were more than a dozen noble sons serving in these two companies alone, and such a loss made Count DeSantis feel heartache and gritted his teeth and scolded angrily;

"I swear that I will tear these hateful Orientals into pieces, let their souls suffer in hell, and order the cavalry company A not to stay away from the main force of the army."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Colonel Pellini waved his hand weakly, and let the herald ride forward to deliver the general's order, his own face was extremely unsightly, and at the same time deeply enraged.

The soldiers of the 3rd Rifle Regiment of Turin were all children of residents and farmers from Turin, Italy, and the Cavalry Company C was the cavalry company to which the regiment was attached, and these children were also from Turin, and there were seven children of nobles serving as officers.

The cavalry was faced with a dense volley of charges, almost a suicidal attack, and it was chilling to think about.

It didn't take long

Between the nearby hills, there was a large force of militia cavalry, this time it was not the size of thirty or fifty people, but hundreds of cavalry at every turn, staring coldly at the marching Italian army with a wordless murderous aura, as if they could attack at any time.

The current Italian army corps was unable to drive such a large cavalry, and was forced to shrink its ranks and prepare for battle under pressure.

The Count de Santis breathed a bad breath in his heart, and was ready to teach these sub-Oriental bandits a hard lesson with the fiery bullets, so that they could taste the iron fist of the regular army.

And then...... There is no then.

After the soldiers of the 3rd Rifle Regiment in Turin were ready for battle, the enemy did not take the initiative to attack, held each other for more than an hour, and then slowly retreated, and soon ran away without a trace.

Wow...... What the hell is this?

May I ask you, can you fight like a noble knight?

Oh...... By the way, the enemy is a bunch of bloodthirsty mercenaries, filthy maggots, thugs running around, eh...... Then I'm fine.

Like a fist on cotton, the Count de Santis was so depressed that he almost vomited blood, and could only order the army to continue on the march.

However, before they had gone far, a large force of enemy cavalry reappeared, which made the Italian army feel like they were facing a great enemy, and quickly shrank their formation under the shouts of the officers, and discharged the line to meet them.

And then...... There is no then.

After several tosses and turns, seeing that the time was approaching dusk, and only a little more than half of the more than ten kilometers of road had been walked, this really made the Italian commander crazy.

If you march at night, you will definitely not be able to do it, it will be too dangerous.

Due to the poor vision at night, the enemy can lead the horse and quietly ambush on the left, and after the main force of the Italian army approaches, he can turn over and charge on his horse, and in a short time he can rush into the army brigade, and now the soldiers are not equipped with armor, and a massacre ensues.

As for letting the cavalry cover the battlefield and drive the enemy away from afar, this kind of good thing can only be thought of.

There are only more than 100 cavalry left in the entire Italian army corps, and if they dare to scatter it, they will definitely not be able to recover it.

Helpless

The Italians could only find a valley against the mountain peak and set up camp with many bonfires, heavy machine-gun emplacements and patrols around the semi-circular camp, and rested halfway down the road, preparing to continue the march after dawn and take the town of Eder in one fell swoop.

Overall

The Italian commander's arrangement was in a medium range, and the heavy troops were indecently integrated into regiments, advancing step by step, and never leaving an opportunity for the other side to take advantage of after suffering a big loss.

The small cavalry of the Somali militia tried several times, lost seven or eight people, and found that there was no chance to retreat.

Night soon falls, enveloping the nearby hills and mountains.

The Italian officers and men rested soon after dinner, exhausted by the day's march and tossing and turning, and most of them fell asleep early, except for patrols to keep a close watch around the barracks to prevent the enemy from sneaking up at night.

The campfires scattered around the barracks formed an intermittent semi-circular circle, dispersing the night nearby, and the Italian soldiers hiding in the heavy machine-gun positions yawned, confident that the enemy would not return, but nothing happened, and the night seemed to be calm.

One o'clock in the evening

In the wasteland about 1.5 kilometers away from the camp of the Italian army, Li Yong waited here with hundreds of mercenaries, and their horses were placed farther away, so as not to alarm the sleeping Italians in the camp with the neighing sound of the horses.

"Here, here, our artillery is here."

A suppressed voice of surprise came, Li Yong looked back with a raised eyebrow, and saw a team of mules and horses getting closer and closer in the dark, there were more than 100 mules and horses, like a long black dragon under the moonlit night.

Each of the mules and horses was led by a man, the horses were chewing, and the horses approached silently in the grass of the wasteland with heavy shell boxes and artillery components on their backs.

"Master Yong, the brothers of our artillery team are here, how do you say how to fight." The man who spoke was a stout man in his 30s, nicknamed "Luo Cannon", the captain of the artillery team under Li Yong, a retired soldier of the artillery company who had participated in the bloody battle of Moresby.

"Luo Cannon, it's great that you're here, have you brought all the guys?"

"According to your orders, we have a total of 5 60mm field guns, each with 30 boxes of shells, a total of 150 boxes of shells, all here."

"Okay, today I want to see the flowers."

"I said Master Yong, don't blame me for being too talkative, this is more than half of our family, just hit it all out?"

"Hit, call me all out, since there are guests, we must welcome well, Lao Tzu smashed all the money out, this day is very special."

Don't look at these 150 boxes of shells, it seems like a lot, in fact, there are only three shells in one box, and the total number of shells is only 450 shells, an average of 90 shells per gun.

Is this a lot?

It's really not much at all, the 60mm field gun fire is extremely fierce, and the limit rate of fire per minute is 22 rounds, that is, it will be finished in 4~5 minutes.

Li Yong is a person who understands, and he knows the truth that only by giving can he gain.

It took a lot of effort to get these shells, and it didn't take a lot of money to get them, but they also pasted a lot of favors, and they were Li Yong's treasures.

The problem is that the Italians are not easy to get along with, and the colonists have always been insatiable, and after taking Edtown, they also want Assab, and then threaten the city of Xi'an.

Li Yong will never allow this to happen, this is all the territory that the brothers have fought down with one hand and one foot.

Not to mention, the town of Ed is close to the Saidit River, and it enters the Red Sea more than ten kilometers along the river, and the geographical conditions are very advantageous.

Li Yong built a smuggling dock here, and because of the low temperature in Ed Town all year round, he also had a large warehouse area in the town, which stored a large number of commodities and materials, and the Italians were never allowed to invade them out of the need for profit.

The so-called cunning rabbit three holes.

Li Yong not only has a secret base in the town of Ede, but also in the United Arab Emirates in the Persian Gulf, and even in a small town more than 100 kilometers away from Basra, he also has a secret stronghold, storing a considerable amount of supplies.

The common feature of these places is the keeping of Arab horses and camels, which were the most important means of transportation for smuggling caravans.

When necessary

Xi'an-City can send a large number of mercenaries, carry weapons with them, and arrive at the above-mentioned secret stronghold by boat, and step on the war horse is the cavalry that comes and goes.

Li Yong carefully weaved a huge smuggling web, and these secret strongholds were important nodes, like spider webs, which became leaky everywhere when one piece was broken, losing its original role.

In the face of the Italian menacing attack, he could not sit idly by.

"Luo Cannon, go and set up our cannons and give them a hard blow."

"I understand Master Yong, you can take a look." Luo Cannon replied very simply.

The bonfires around the Italian barracks were unusually dazzling in the dark night, and a target as large as the barracks could not be missed with their eyes closed.

Just when the artillerymen were busy assembling the 60mm field guns, Li Yong waved his hand and said; "Brothers, I don't need to say what to do at the bottom, as soon as the cannon sounds, it's an order, and I aim and hit hard, Lao Tzu has brought out all the family foundations, and it's up to you below."

"Don't worry, Master Yong, we can do it very well with black guns."

"Yes, Master Yong, you just watch us beat out all the Italians' and urine."

"Didn't say that...... him. ”

The leaders of the mercenaries who received the order led their men to leave, quietly approaching the enemy camp in the night, all they had to do was to kill the patrols on the periphery after the cannon exploded, and continue to approach the camp to shoot black guns, and sprinkle another handful of salt on the enemy's wounds.

Speaking from the heart

In a face-to-face battle, mercenaries are indeed not the opponents of the regular army, they are seeking money rather than sending them to death, and they immediately retreat when they suffer heavy casualties, and their will to fight is not resolute.

But fighting this kind of battle is like a fish in water, one is darker than the other, and one is more ruthless than the other.