Deafening shouts of killing echoed in the vast grassland. Once again, the Gauchos, these wanderers on the grassland, the cowboys of South America, either holding spears or revolvers in their hands, charged at
To the Mapuche people.
"They're coming!"
Chief Namengza stared at the charging Gauchos, with a hint of despair in his seemingly determined eyes. He pursed his lips, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.
Maybe you are destined to die here today!
At least you can die with honor!
As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is not a bad ending.
He knew very well that if he wanted these Gauchos to give up, he would only give up if he hit them hard and beat them as painfully as possible.
"Hus, once you entangle them, you must entangle them. Even if we all die here, we will still entangle them. Only by entangling them will our wives and children have meat to eat and will not be hurt."
Hungry……"
"Chief, I know!"
Hus nodded vigorously.
"Kill all the white people!"
Chief Namuza raised his spear vigorously, and the Mapuche riders beside him also shouted that although the Gaucho revolvers were very powerful, they were fearless.
Once again, they rushed forward without hesitation. They held their spears tightly and faced the bullets and stabbed the white people and the Gauchos.
Although the bullets hit their bodies, the wounded still shouted fervently, brandishing their spears, and stabbed at the enemy with all their strength. The sharp spearheads pierced the horses, and even sent the Gauchos on horseback flying into the air.
In the collision of blood, one person fell down one after another. Whether they were Gauchos or Mapuches, they were all fair in the face of death.
Chief Namuza shouted as he stabbed down a Gaucho cavalryman with his spear.
"Let them die..."
The blood mist flies away!
The spears in the hands of the riders were like sharp arrows, easily piercing the enemy's body. Under the impact of the horse, the body was even torn into two pieces.
The battlefield was filled with blood and blood. Swords flashed, people screamed and horses neighed, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses lay everywhere.
Death is the inevitable outcome on the battlefield.
Although Matoro initially just wanted to break through the Mapuche defense line like in the past, and now used the firepower advantage of the revolver to smash the Mapuche people into pieces, the Mapuche people seemed to be desperate for their lives.
It seemed to be haunting him, and all of them.
During the fight, the firepower advantage of the revolver was still overwhelming. The cavalry walking on the battlefield kept shooting at the Mapuche people with their pistols. In order to kill the enemy as much as possible, they even gave up beating people.
Shooting at a horse, the horse has a larger target and is easier to hit.
More and more Mapuche people and horses fell under the muskets. Suddenly, the war horse ridden by Chief Naguza neighed and threw him to the ground.
Chief Namengza, who fell to the ground, was a little dazed by the fall, but he still stood up, shook his head, and then grabbed the spear.
"Okay, everything is over..."
Yes, the Mapuche people who lost their horses on the battlefield had only one way to die.
A Gaucho cavalry spotted him and rode towards him to kill him.
Facing the sharp spearheads in the hands of the Gauchos, Chief Naguza closed his eyes. He seemed to be feeling the gentle breeze of the Pampas. The breeze caressed his cheeks and brushed his black hair.
Then, he tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, knowing that the moment of death was approaching again.
When he thought of death, he did not feel fear. His heart beat faster and his blood boiled. He opened his eyes, held the spear with both hands, and stared hard ahead.
At this moment, he saw the Gaucho cavalry man fall down, as if tripped by something, and both man and horse fell to the ground. Then someone else fell down.
Then he heard a burst of thunder!
How is this going?
The next moment, there was thunder.
The sound of thunder was the sound of hundreds of war horses trampling the ground. Four-wheeled carriages were galloping on the Pampas grassland, dragged by four horses.
The movement of one hundred carriages and four hundred horses is extremely spectacular. Even thousands of cavalry cannot generate such momentum.
Juan and others on horseback always had questions in their eyes when following this huge carriage team. They had seen carriages, but they had never seen such a carriage, let alone such a large number of carriages.
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"Juan, why do you think they took a carriage? Why didn't they ride horses?"
Malthus wondered.
"Maybe it's because they don't have enough horses."
Juan didn't know that the carriage was Zhu Xianhai's real secret weapon.
What is the Pampas?
It is one of the most extensive grasslands in the world, and it is basically a forest-free grassland. On such a grassland, in this era, both the Mapuche and the Argentinians had a large number of cavalry. The former can be called "horseback"
"The nation on the top", and the latter include both Gauchos and South American cowboys. In one sentence, they all grew up riding horses.
In contrast, on the Nanhua side, they basically don't know how to ride horses. How can they play cavalry like their opponents? They are basically using their own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points. Isn't this asking for death?
However, such terrain cannot be separated from cavalry, so after the first conflict with the Mapuche people, Zhu Xianhai has been thinking about how to restrain the cavalry.
flexibility!
This is the greatest advantage of cavalry.
The most important thing on the grassland is maneuverability, then firepower, and finally defense.
How can a person who is not good at riding a horse make up for mobility?
After thinking about it, when taking a carriage to the reclamation area, Zhu Xianhai's eyes lit up. Compared with the cavalry, the technique of driving a carriage was simpler. He thought of a special carriage in old Soviet and Russian movies - a gun jam.
In fact, it was a machine gun mounted on a horse-drawn carriage, which can be called the ancestor of the "armed pickup truck". During the Soviet-Russian Civil War, the red and white sides mounted gun trucks and formed battle formations to attack cities and plunder territory on the vast plains of Eastern Europe.
Either offense or defense, it plays an extremely important role.
As a result, Zhu Xianhai immediately designed a "standardized" gun-mounted truck tank.
The new "chariot" uses a lot of steel parts, and the rear half of the body is made of iron plates, which can provide certain protection for the members. The use of leaf springs to slow down the bumps during driving can not only improve the riding comfort, but also the stability of the carriage during driving is important for shooting.
The accuracy plays a vital role. In addition, if there are no springs, violent jolts on the battlefield will often knock the wooden carriage apart.
Although Zhu Xianhai did not have the Maxim machine gun and the gun card, he did have Henry rifles and Spencer rifles. Then he formulated a field strategy based on the "chariot" core. This strategy abandoned infantry, artillery, and even
The cavalry, the four riflemen on the chariot, are like the archers of ancient chariots, standing on the chariot and shooting. The core of this tactic is to line up hundreds of chariots in a battle formation to face the enemy's cavalry.
Compared with cavalry shooting on galloping horses, tanks are definitely a more stable shooting platform! And on this flat prairie, there are absolutely no terrain problems when using tanks.
The chariot is Zhu Xianhai’s secret weapon for traveling across the grasslands!
The steam tank is... but it is too slow. The four-armed chariot is definitely not slower than the cavalry!
On the grassland, it is definitely a weapon as good as the cavalry.