Obviously, no Susas soldiers expected that a cavalry belonging to the North Ridge would appear on their flank.
Similarly, they did not regard these cavalry as Beiling's cavalry - Tang Mo's cavalry uniforms were also of his own style, the color was dark gray green, the same as his infantry.
Of course, it is impossible for anyone to have seen such a dress before, so these Sussian infantrymen, who were sitting on the ground to rest, immediately looked at these strangers who suddenly appeared in their field of vision with their curious eyes.
However, soon in their eyes, these strangers began to rush towards them, without any intention of slowing down.
Tang Mo knew that it would be safer to turn around and go back to destroy those cannons immediately, but it would make him miss the fleeting opportunity.
Only by taking advantage of the chaos to continue attacking and disrupting the entire battlefield as much as possible can greater results be achieved - of course, it is also possible for his entire army to be annihilated.
But he still shouted the order to attack without hesitation. He didn't know why he was still so brave when facing ten times the enemy.
At this moment, it seemed that what controlled his body was not reason, but instinct. He was a wild beast, a tiger that pounced on its prey! When he saw the prey's throat, he instinctively opened his mouth wide and desperate.
launched a charge.
"For victory!" He shouted loudly on horseback, clamped the horse's belly hard, and tapped his feet to speed up his horse.
His equestrian skills are not very good, but in such a straight-line charging environment, it does not require his superb equestrian skills. He only needs to charge forward and let the cavalry on the left and right follow him and move forward desperately.
At this moment, everything in front of Tang Mo seemed to have slowed down. He was holding the reins tightly with one hand, and his knuckles began to turn white due to excessive force. There was only the whistling of the wind in his ears, and everything seemed to be quiet.
His other hand reached forward. The revolver that was his secret weapon had just failed to fire because the horse was running too slow, and now it still had six complete bullets.
Because the enemies were so densely packed, Tang Mo didn't need to take accurate aim at all. Anyway, his riding skills were not allowed to take aim due to the bumps of the war horse.
Relying on his feeling, he pulled the trigger, and there was a recoil in his arm, and there seemed to be a gunshot in his ear.
He didn't pause and continued to pull the trigger, one shot after another, as if he was venting his mania.
In front of him, the Sussian infantrymen who had been fighting hard for most of the day and were sitting on the ground resting with their flintlocks in their arms confirmed in horror that these charging knights were their enemies.
Then when they wanted to get up and reload their muskets, they were even more horrified to find that the dozens of cavalry rushing from the opposite side actually opened fire on them.
After a burst of gunfire, many Sussus soldiers fell to the ground. The blood flying everywhere after they were shot brought fear to their companions whose faces were splashed with blood.
What really destroyed the will of these Susa soldiers was that these cavalry did not abandon their muskets and draw their sabers like other cavalry.
These cavalrymen who didn't know where they came from were still holding their muskets and fired for the second time, and bullets were fired again.
Then, these cavalrymen pulled the triggers a third time and opened fire a third time, hitting more people and making the situation completely out of control.
Tang Mo and his 30 cavalrymen unknowingly broke into the weakest point of the Sussus troops and accomplished the campaign goal that Count Fischereau had always wanted to accomplish.
The main direction of attack of Susas' troops on the North Ridge was from northeast to southwest. However, Fischereau's troops had been attacking hard on the left flank of this troops.
The reason why he formulated the tactics in this way was because he was familiar with the terrain and knew that if he attacked the left wing violently, he would have a forest on the left wing as a cover for his flank.
There is another reason, that is, he considers the possibility of being unable to attack fiercely. He also wants to use the little-known path on the flank leading to the Sanchakou to lead the soldiers at a faster speed when the situation is quite unfavorable.
Fighting from an unexpected direction to the intersection, he made one last effort to fulfill his promise to Tang Mo.
In reality, the enemy's left flank, which Fischereau had been attacking, happened to be the troops deployed to the south on the side of the Sussus troops attacking from east to west.
Coincidentally, Tang Mo followed this path and entered the battlefield from south to north.
He was attacking the frightened bird that Count Fischereau had been attacking for more than 6 hours, had been forced to retreat 3 kilometers, and had collapsed four times.
This force finally got a little breathing space, finally found the opportunity to deploy artillery, and finally summoned the courage to prepare for a decisive battle with Fischereau's main right wing here.
As a result, just when they were about to take a good rest, eat something, and then compete openly with their mortal enemy.
Tang Mo's cavalry broke into their defense line - from a place they never expected and had no defense at all, and they chose a time when they were the most lax and least able to resist.
The cooks who were distributing food, the officers who had even taken off their boots, and the soldiers who had not loaded their ammunition were crowded together and beaten into fools by 30 cavalrymen.
The Susa soldiers on the edge dropped their weapons and began to run further away. They had been running away all morning, so they didn't mind starting to escape again.
The soldiers in the center were stunned by the dense bullets. They had suffered heavy losses, but they didn't even have a chance to escape.
More Susa soldiers raised their hands in a gesture of surrender. As a result, the cavalry galloping past them had no time to stop and capture them.
The cavalrymen who swept the battlefield like a whirlwind just drew their sabers after running out of ammunition, and used the most primitive method to let the souls of these leeks with their hands high return to the earth.
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bullets in it.
They had broken through the formation of the Sussian soldiers. All the knights pulled their reins, turned their horses' heads, and fought back to the battlefield again.
In the process of adjusting and re-accelerating, they inserted the waist knife back into their waist and pulled out a new pistol from the other side.
Shouting and roaring wildly, these cavalrymen who had already started killing began to kill again with the arrogance and bravery of victory.
The already collapsed left wing of Sussus finally collapsed completely and withdrew from the battle, just as Count Fischerot expected.
The remaining left wing of Susas's army, which had less than 800 men, was rushed by 30 Tang Mo's cavalry, killing them one after another.
Already frightened, they scurried about like rats and wolves, completely becoming the background of this war - and the heroes of this war were obviously the calm knights waving sabers behind them.
"For! Victory!" A knight raised his saber high, letting the blood on the blade flow downwards. He roared loudly, and once again chopped down the saber in his hand, and chopped down a fleeing enemy from behind.
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It was only at this time that Weiss, who was already red-eyed, realized that the knight next to him did not seem to be his patron...
He subconsciously slowed down and looked to his left and right blankly. In the chaotic battlefield, he was horrified to find that he could no longer find Tang Mo.
At this moment, he realized that just now when all the cavalry turned to fight back to fight against the enemy, he seemed to have forgotten about Tang Mo...
What made him even more depressed was that he had just realized at this time that Tang Mo's riding skills didn't seem to be very good. There seemed to be no problem in accelerating in a straight line, but subjects such as steering and starting and stopping on side parking slopes were basically useless.
This is the level of failing the course.
So, he reined in the reins, turned the horse's head, and charged in the opposite direction in the chaotic battlefield, waving the long sword in his hand while anxiously looking for Tang Mo's figure.
Anxiety and nervousness completely diluted the joy of his victory, because in his opinion, if something happened to Tang Mo, then the victory in front of him would be a complete failure.
There was even an idea that crossed his mind that the entire Beiling was not as important as Tang Mo. Although in his own opinion, if this idea had appeared half a year ago, he would have laughed it off.
But he couldn't laugh now, because after he chopped down another Susus soldier, he still couldn't see Tang Mo on horseback.
Involuntarily, he had lost his mind, so he couldn't help calling loudly, his voice trembling: "Tang Mo! Tang Mo! Where are you! Tang Mo!"
He even didn't care that his horse had slowed down. He was riding on the horse and strolling around while the enemy was waiting...
He was shouting on horseback while letting the soldiers of Susas pass by him.
His eyes didn't even glance at these defeated soldiers, but the hand holding the sword was chopping subconsciously.
Even his originally hoarse and trembling shouts gradually contained a hint of despair and self-blame - he had lost the person he wanted to protect, he had lost his master...
"Tang Mo!" he roared, his tone not normal.
At the same time, a young man covered in blood sat next to the body of a war horse, looking at a group of Susa soldiers looking at each other, holding a pistol in his hand, and the smile on his face could not be hidden.
: "Look, my friend is back to see me..."
He stretched out his hand and swept the group of frightened and retreating Susa soldiers with his gun. He couldn't help laughing: "You think defeating you is my biggest gain? No! No no! I heard this shouting
I'm much happier than winning this battle!"
After saying that, he shouted joyfully at the top of his lungs: "I'm here! Wes!"
