"Boom!" The sound of horse hooves like thunder came, and the black Mongolian cavalry, like the ocean, appeared in front of the Western Sichuan Army. These Mongolian cavalry continued to move forward to the Western Sichuan Army less than ten miles away before they stopped.

"Your Highness, let our warriors charge! The sabers in the hands of the Mongolian warriors are already eager to drink the blood of these Han dogs!" A Mongolian general with a bearded face said to Boyannemohu. He is a banner owner under the Korqin tribe of Mongolia and a rare general.

Boyannemohu did not answer, held up a telescope and observed the western Sichuan Army opposite. In front of the western Sichuan Army, there were cannons and heavy machine guns. Although he had not personally experienced the power of these weapons, he knew it was difficult to deal with. Back then, his father led tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry to fight against the British and French coalition forces, but in the end, he was almost wiped out in front of the powerful muskets and artillery of the British and French coalition forces.

"Warriors, we are the Mongolians, descendants of Genghis Khan, we are the wolves on the grassland, and the heaven of immortality will bless us! Fight! Warriors, use the sabers and bows in your hands to kill all the damn enemies!" Boyannemohu put down the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly. He always believed that talent is the main factor that determines war, and weapons and other things are not very important. He believed that as long as his Mongolian cavalry could rush over and strangle with the western Sichuan army, the strong firepower of the western Sichuan army would lose its effect. At that time, the final victory would belong to them. With the ability to fight immediately, the Han people would definitely not be comparable to their Mongolians.

"Roar! Kill all the Han dogs!" The Mongolian cavalry shouted, waved the sabers in their hands, and rushed towards the western Sichuan Army. The horse's hooves sounded like thunder, forming a scattered momentum. It has to be said that these Mongolian cavalry are worthy of being grown on horseback, and their various skills in controlling war horses are much more powerful than the previous Ma family army. They rush and jump on the war horses, and sometimes lean down to grab a handful of grass, as if showing off their riding skills.

"Artificial artillery preparation!" Nearly two hundred Type 82 infantry artillery pieces on the artillery positions behind the Western Sichuan Army had begun to prepare. The gunners filled the shells one by one into the barrel, closed the bolts, and were ready to fire. As soon as the Mongolian cavalry entered the range of the artillery, they began to fire.

Soon, the Mongolian cavalry who were shouting and killing all the way rushed into an area less than two kilometers away from the Western Sichuan Army. After entering this area, these Mongolian horses deliberately lowered their bodies and avoided the bullets of the Western Sichuan Army as much as possible. This is the experience summarized by their ancestors in combat.

"Fire the cannon!" Zhao Bowen, the commander of the Second Cavalry Army of the Western Sichuan Army, personally issued an order. The Type 82 infantry cannon behind suddenly began to roar. One after another, with the roar of cutting through the air, smashed into the Mongolian cavalry telling the march.

"Boom! Boom!" The shells exploded in the Mongolian cavalry's queue, shrapnel flew everywhere, and Mongolian cavalry fell from the war horses. Although they were hiding well, many of them were killed by the war horses, and even the cavalry above fell off the horses. In this high-speed marching queue, there was only one dead end to fall. The war horses running quickly behind would trample the cavalry that fell off the horses into meat paste.

"Start up and charge. As long as you rush over, you don't have to worry about the artillery of the Western Sichuan Army!" The Mongolian cavalry generals shouted loudly to cheer the soldiers.

The Mongolian cavalry were charging with their heads buried in their heads. At this time, whether they could be lucky enough to escape the shells of the Western Sichuan Army was the only way to rely on the blessing of Changshengtian.

"Fire!" When the Mongolian cavalry rushed to less than one kilometer from the Western Sichuan Army, the mortars and heavy machine guns set up in front also opened fire. The dense shells fell into the queue of Mongolian cavalry, and cavalry charged at high speed fell to the ground.

"Da da da da!" Hundreds of heavy machine guns made a low roar, and bullets swept towards the Mongolian cavalry like spewing out flames. Whether it was war horses or people, as long as they were hit, they were often knocked down to the ground.

After the heavy machine guns and mortars of the Western Sichuan Army opened fire, the charge of the Mongolian cavalry was immediately stopped. Although they were only two or three hundred meters away from the Western Sichuan Army, this distance was like a natural barrier, making it difficult for them to cross.

"Roar! Go up!" Boyannemohu saw the Mongolian warriors being knocked to the ground by the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, and his heart seemed to be dripping blood. These cavalrymen were all warriors of his Korchin tribe!

The battle continued, and the Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the Western Sichuan Army without fear of death, but were defeated by the strong firepower of the Western Sichuan Army. The Western Sichuan Army used steel to harvest the lives of the Mongolian cavalry. The Mongolian cavalry had excellent riding skills and amazing archery skills, but at this moment, they could not perform any effect at all. Almost every second, the Mongolian cavalry lost their lives.

"Your Highness, the firepower of the Western Sichuan Army is too strong, brothers can't rush forward!" A flag leader of the Korqin tribe said dejectedly.

"Your Highness, why don't we retreat! Go back to Xi'an City!" someone suggested. It was obvious that after witnessing the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, they became timid.

"Coward! Don't forget that you are descendants of Genghis Khan. Will you retreat in this difficulty? We have not failed yet! Keep charging!" Boyannemohu roared unwillingly like an angry lion. Although the troops are suffering heavy casualties now, the thought of returning to Xi'an City will be ridiculed by those Han dogs, which makes Boyannamohu unacceptable. He would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.

"Order everyone to launch a charge and must defeat the Han dog on the opposite side!" Boyannemohu ordered.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Although the banner owners were a little unwilling to accept it, they did not dare to violate Boyan Nemohu's orders and rectify their troops one after another. The remaining tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, under the personal leadership of Boyan Nemohu, also joined the attack on the Western Sichuan Army.

"Hmph! These Mongolians are really not afraid of death! But I have to say that they are indeed excellent cavalry. But unfortunately, they followed the wrong master!" Wang Yuze looked at the Mongols' firepower network that rushed into the Western Sichuan Army without fear of death, and sighed. This is not a battle at all, it is a massacre.

"Young marshals don't have to feel a pity. There are many Mongolians, not just the Korqin tribe. As long as we defeat the Qing Dynasty, we will naturally be able to take these Mongolians for our own use. After our training, we will still be able to obtain excellent cavalry!" Cai Yun persuaded without changing his face.

Wang Yuze nodded. After defeating the Qing Dynasty, the restrictions on the Mongols would be lifted and the population of the Mongols should be increased. This should make the Mongols beloved. Anyway, there are hundreds of millions of Han people, and there is no need to be afraid of the number of Mongols. Besides, the Eurasian continent is so vast, especially the cold northern areas, and these Mongols really need to occupy it. Especially the Mongolian tribes in the northern desert that the Russians have long coveted, and they cannot be divided in any case.

The battle is still going on, but the result of this battle can be almost reached.

"Order the 11th Brigade and the 13th Brigade to detour and surround these Mongolian cavalry, and they cannot let go!" Cai Yun saw the situation on the battlefield and issued an order. After two hours of the battle, more than 20,000 Mongolians were killed or injured. The remaining Mongolian cavalry were also scared in the face of these huge casualties and retreated one after another, leaving their banner masters and generals at all levels to drive them away.

After receiving the order, the cavalry of the 11th Brigade and the 13th Brigade of the Western Sichuan Army detoured from both wings and successfully surrounded the Mongolian cavalry.

"Put down your weapons and spare you all the time!" The Western Sichuan Army shouted loudly.

The remaining less than 30,000 Mongolian cavalry were shaken one after another. If they could survive, it would not be impossible to consider. As for the glory of Mongolian cavalry, they had been left behind at this moment!

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