"Raise the muzzle and shoot freely in that direction!" Cao Jixiang roared at the sound-transmitting copper tube on the mast. He was probably the first commander to climb up the mast and issue combat orders in this era. + Of course, there should be another first, that is, the order issued on the mast was unanimously rejected by the captain of the flagship and the correspondents.

The flagship captain was from an old pirate under Huang Xiaoyang and did not have a good cultivation. He followed this order and ran directly under the mast to yell: "How many high and low angles? How many compass angles? Just hit it! Shoot it! Shoot it suddenly!" He was equipped with high and low aircraft and directional aircraft, and it was not a smoothbore cannon volley. There was no parameters, so I really didn't know how to fight.

The communications soldiers also expressed that they could not convey the flag language because how many scales were raised to raise the muzzle? Which direction was it going?

Cao Jixiang had no choice but to slide down the mast and press the fire to the captain and said, "Did you see the smoke and dust over there? Huge and fight! You can tell with a telescope!" He gritted his teeth in anger. He wanted the people under the regiment camp to refute him like this, so he would have pushed him down and killed him long ago!

When the captain observed the enemy situation himself and issued concrete parameters that could be implemented, he could see the cavalry from the telescope. They roared and rolled up sharp smoke and dust and charged towards the position at high speed. The speed advantage of the Arab thoroughbred was maximized.

If you face the Dragoons and Chest-Packard cavalry that are intensively charged, the Mamuliuk cavalry that is not in formation during high-speed movement will not have any advantage in large-scale impact. However, Ding Yi has no horses, so even if Ding Yi can see the problem, he will be helpless.

The scattered high-speed moving target is definitely an enemy that is difficult to deal with for defensive infantry.

"It's over! I shouldn't leave Your Highness on the shore!" Xu Bin was already messing around and pulled Cao Jixiang's sleeves, "Duke Cao! Hurry up! Lead the officers and soldiers of the navy. Go and grab Your Highness back!" He looked at Cao Jixiang's face with hesitation and added, "If your Highness has any damage, you and I will become rootless trees!"

This made Cao Jixiang's face change because this was the point. Even if Cao still had the title of the admiral of the regiment camp, in fact, no one could see that, no one could know that his wealth and life were on Ding Yi. If Ding Yi really had any mistakes, then he wanted to go back and take charge of the regiment camp again? Cao Jixiang would not have such a daydream, that would definitely be impossible. Being a manager eunuch in Nanjing's washing clothes bureau would be the best ending.

So he hesitated that everything is good. He is not Ding Yi. He doesn't care how big the territory of China is overseas, nor does he care about the era of safaris that is raised by bitches, and he participates in all this. It is just because Ding Yi likes that Cao Jixiang follows him in front of him, and even officials and gentry pay food together, Cao may not really think it is necessary.

Now, thousands of cavalry and thousands of extremely cruel cavalrymen are very much in agreement with Xu Bin's statement. Ding Yi's little man could not resist. This is not a cavalry outside the pass riding of Mongolian horses! Mamulik and Cao Jixiang have also taken charge of the soldiers. Although he was illiterate before, he also heard from the older generation that Mamulik, who could not even beat the peak of the Mongols and Yuan Tartars!

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

But before he could finish his words, the sound of four expelled cannons drowned out all the words behind him.

The rifled gun's muzzle burst out with blazing muzzle flames. The shells flew in the air and landed about five hundred meters ahead of Ding's position. The shells driven by black fire medicine and the destroyer's caliber were about the limit. The first wave of high-explosion bombs fell in the middle of the Mamuluk cavalry. Although their formation was loose, the warhead load of the high-explosion bomb was yellow explosives, which had enough energy, at least in this war, enough to allow the fragments of the shell to penetrate everything in its trajectory.

Due to the range, it is impossible to extend the artillery fire to the rear of the enemy. If you are too close to the position, you are worried about accidentally hurting your friendly army. It seems that there is no other way except to block the shooting. But there is no doubt that enough battle will make people grow.

On this flagship, the captain of the old pirate, who was born in Hyuton for several years, was piecing together a fleet that was challenging in the name of pirates, and it was not a two-way trip. The captain had a deep understanding of the use of the coordinated infantry positions of naval guns. After firing two rounds of high-explosive bombs, the correspondent passed his command in flag language: "Extend to the left and right! Extend to the left and right!"

So the poorly disciplined Mamulik cavalry finally learned to obey orders and cannon orders.

The artillery fire extending to the left and right forced them to drive their horses to concentrate in the center.

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

And when the brave knights among them were still charging towards the position, the two battalions of mortar squads had been arranged to give them a blow, a fatal blow, at a distance of about 200 to 300 meters.

In fact, the Mamuliuk cavalry charged very quickly and collapsed very quickly.

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

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

The last wave of Mamuliuk cavalry, who was still in the artillery fire, rushed into the position about one hundred meters away, and the twelve hand-cranked Gatlin machine guns on the two positions fell before each of them had used up a 250-round chain, causing the more than 300 cavalry to fall.

"The Doomsday of Cavalry." Zhao Fu, who was sick, climbed into the barracks and looked at the watchtower, put down his telescope, with a relieved smile on his face and a faint sadness. After all, he was a cavalryman and the most elite cavalry general in the border town. "Sir, wiped out the cavalry army from the battlefield completely." He murmured in a low voice.

However, the hundred soldiers who were still able to move and had loaded the ammunition with the guns, listened to the relay of the war situation by their companions on the watchtower.

They all had high fevers and coughs rose and fell, but if Ding Yi couldn't stop them, they were ready to rush out and die together.

Live and die together, but not seeking death. No one thinks that they have a long life, but they are Ding Yi's soldiers. This imprint has penetrated into their souls. They have the awareness of following Ding Yi to die. With this high fever and coughing body, only those who know whether they can raise their guns, let alone aim at the enemy! You don't have to go out to fight, who is unhappy?

When the artillery fire stopped and when the machine gun stopped rotating, Ding Yi carried a long knife and a tall Arab thoroughbred horse, strolling on the battlefield. He was a little lonely. He almost heard the cry of the long sword in his hand, because in front of him there were dead enemies, moaning war horses, blood, broken limbs and broken arms, but there was no opponent who could make him feel happy to fight.

He successfully forged an army that crossed the ages and successfully wiped out his possible battles.

"Pack up the intact war horses, these are all good horses." Ding Yi ordered the soldiers around him and even put them into the sheath. "Catch all the prisoners. This is not Japan. Unless you resist, you must follow the battlefield discipline."

"Yes!" The cavalry around them took the order and divided into small groups and spread out. The soldiers riding Mongolian horses had already replaced the Arab horses that were alive on the battlefield along the way.

Fatty Wen led a company of soldiers to run over, and arrived at Ding Yi's side, and set up a formation to defend Ding Yi. Looking at Ding Yi's slightly reproachful eyes, Fatty Wen quickly distinguished himself: "It was the position commander Liu Zijian who sent the fat man here!"

"Blow the trumpet and clean the battlefield." Ding Yi laughed so much that he was angry, turned over and dismounted and gave orders to the correspondent.

He felt that such a hundred people had no more use to pose for obvious defensive formations except to tell the enemy that there were important people here, so Ding Yi subconsciously got off the horse to avoid becoming the target of the remaining enemy.

This is not a fear of death. It is a taboo on the battlefield, but a lesson learned by exchanging blood and life.

Almost the moment Ding stepped off the horse, a few feather arrows broke through the air and flew over the war horse in the air saddle.

It's only a little bit short, that's it. Maybe in the first half of the second, Mamuliuk's two thousand elite riders can die and make money worth it.

On the battlefield, life and death are often determined in such a moment, just like Su Ai’s passing, it is just a little slower.

The surviving Mamulik cavalry who shot the feather arrows were quickly dragged past Ding Yi.

After losing the high speed of the cavalry and being discovered by firing an arrow, they faced the elite infantry holding a rifle, with no resistance, no matter how sharp the Damascus steel scimitar is, no matter how skilled they are.

The guard regiment surrounded Ding Yi's company, and the soldiers even had time to aim at their limbs and shoot them instead of panicing and killing them on the spot.

"Pharaoh will curse you!" What surprised Ding Yi was the captured knight of Mamulik who could speak the Ming Dynasty. Although it was very stiff, he could still tell it with his heart. "The plague is just the beginning! Ming people, get out of Egypt, this is Mamulik's land!" Even if he was held, the knight was still very tenacious. After all, at that time, the Iron Cavalry of Temujin's men also failed and fell into the sand. It seemed that this knight should have a great status among Mamulik.
Chapter completed!