When he heard Tang Mo's response, the world in front of Weiss suddenly took on color again. He urged his horse forward and chopped down the poor Susa soldiers in front of him to the ground.
While waving the long sword in his hand, he shouted loudly to confirm: "Tang Mo! Tang Mo!"
"Stop shouting! I'm here!" Tang Mo stood up, looked at the Sussus soldier who was silent in front of him and had no courage to resist, and asked with a gentlemanly smile: "Do you mind giving in?"
As if they heard the whisper of death, these Susas soldiers quickly retreated and made way for Tang Mo.
They had just witnessed a scene that they would never forget. Tang Mo's war horse was shot by the commander of the Sussian force. Tang Mo himself fell off the horse and then stood up from the pile of corpses.
Tang Mo, let these Sussus soldiers who have never seen the world know what it means for gods to come down to earth.
These soldiers only saw Tang Mo pull out a small pistol from his waist, and then shot down the Susas officer who was loading the musket.
Several Sussian soldiers mustered up the courage to carry bayonets and wanted to make great achievements, and then they were sent to the underworld one by one by the bullets fired by Tang Mo.
When the fifth soldier who tried to charge forward fell down, all the Susus soldiers gave up the idea of trying again.
In their opinion, the weapon in this young man's hand contained countless rounds of bullets. No matter how many people came, the result would be the same.
Therefore, these frightened Susa soldiers just surrounded Tang Mo stupidly, even though there were actually no bullets in his revolver.
Yes, he had two identical revolvers. One of them had been run out of ammunition when he charged before, and the second one he had just run out of ammunition when he slaughtered six Sussian officers and soldiers who tried to resist.
, so what he was sitting there just now was completely bluffing.
He still had ammunition in his pockets, but in reality he would have no chance to reload if the Sussian soldiers swarmed him.
But these poor Susa soldiers, who had been ravaged for several hours, had been tortured and collapsed. They did not dare to use their own lives to verify whether the bullets in Tang Mo's pistol were exhausted, so they could stand
There, it's like a bunch of clowns.
Then, when Tang Mo stood up and asked them to get out of the way, they subconsciously moved out of the way, as if they were bidding farewell to the God of Plague, and watched as Tang Mo walked towards Weiss, who was also covered in blood while riding a war horse.
"My riding skills are not very good." As Tang Mo walked, he smiled at Weiss who came up to him and said, "Fortunately, these guys are very hospitable and didn't make things difficult for me."
"Really?" Weiss was riding on the horse, overlooking the Susas soldiers who were so frightened by Tang Mo that they even dropped their weapons at their feet: "Then I won't kill you, so get out!"
After hearing what Weiss said, the soldiers quickly dispersed as if they had been granted amnesty, without even a moment's hesitation.
Weiss got off his horse, walked up to Tang Mo, and handed over the reins in his hand: "Let's go back to the forest. When this is over, I will meet you."
Tang Mo didn't answer. He looked at the rebels in the distance and said with a smile, "It's over. We won."
"Weis! Tang Mo!" At this moment, another shouting voice came over, and the voice was also full of worry and tension.
The two of them looked towards the direction where the shouts came from. Tiger was leading a cavalryman, just like Weiss before, desperately looking for something.
They also shouted loudly while chopping, as if they had lost the most precious thing: "Tang Mo! Tang Mo! Weiss! Where are you!"
"We are here!" Wes raised the sword in his hand and grinned: "He is back too."
"So, we won." Tang Mo proudly threw the cartridge chamber of the revolver in his hand out of the gun body. When he pushed the long rod in front, six glowing yellow copper cartridge cases fell out.
He bent down and picked up the bullet casings from the ground, carefully stuffed them into the pocket on one side, then took out the bullets from the other side, and quickly loaded them into the bullet chamber one by one. He moved the bullet chamber habitually.
Let the bomb nest rotate quickly.
Then, Tang Mo flicked the gun body coolly, and the rotating bullet nest stuck back into the gun body, making a nice clicking sound.
When he finished loading, Weiss was still waving to Tiger in the distance. The four of them were together, and there were no more Susas deserters around.
They won, and the victory was very complete. The entire left wing of Susas was defeated, and their artillery remained in place. The intact ones became Tang Mo's trophies.
"Calculate how many cannons we have captured...are there 50?" Tang Mo asked while stroking the blood on his pants when he saw the cavalry gathering back.
"Absolutely." Wes also breathed a sigh of relief and replied in a good tone.
"Look at it all, it's all money." Tang Mo said, and the cavalry around him burst into laughter.
They laughed unbridled because victory on the battlefield belonged to them. As victors, they had such power.
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"Father! I only brought 30 soldiers there! At least Tang Mo should know that we did not abandon him!" Alice rode on the horse, looked at her father beside her, and begged.
"How can it be enough to bring 30 people..." Fischereau's voice became hoarse with anxiety. He looked at Alice and comforted: "He said that he can hold on there for a day, so you should trust him..."
"But, you know the pressure on him!" Alice said stubbornly. She didn't want that handsome bad guy who always told lies... to have any accidents.
"Wait...wait for one more hour." Fischereau stared at the battlefield and comforted his daughter: "Destroy Susas's left wing, and the narrow path can be used. When the time comes, you start from that side, and I will deploy it.
I'll let you take 100 soldiers... If we are caught by surprise... we may still have a chance of winning."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I... understand." Alice also knew that this might be the best way at the moment. She bit her lip and looked anxiously at the situation on the other side of the battlefield.
, as if hoping that our right-wing troops, who had just rested for a while, could launch an attack quickly.
Then, she frowned and subconsciously called Fisherot: "Father! Look over there! Father?"
Fischereau obviously also saw the changes on the battlefield. He could see that there seemed to be something wrong with the enemy's left wing. Gunfire came from that direction, and it was the sound of gunfire that he was familiar with.
Soon, an officer hurriedly brought back more precise news: "My lord! My lord! There is a cavalry attack on Susas's troops from the flank! Their left wing is collapsing!"
"Order the troops to attack immediately! This is a good opportunity!" Fischereau clenched his fists. He had been waiting for the fighter plane for almost a whole day and finally arrived at this moment.
If he did not invest all his troops at this time and seize the opportunity to defeat the enemy in front of him, then he would not be Fisherot.
"Do you know where the cavalry came from?" Fischereau asked the right-wing officer who came to deliver the news while taking the reins of the war horse from another officer and getting on the horse.
The officer shook his head and replied with a puzzled look on his face: "They are not cavalry of the Kingdom, and their uniforms are not bright yellow."
"Is it gray?" Suddenly realizing something, Fischereau paused for a moment and looked at the other party: "It's gray, somewhat close to green."
"Those are Tang Mo's troops!" When Alice heard her father's question, she remembered the recruit camps she had seen led by Tang Mo. They were all so dark and had some unsightly colors.
"I didn't expect that he could make such a decision. While guarding the three intersections, he sent a surprise force to help us." The officer following Fischereau admired.
"Is it Tiger's idea?" Another officer guessed: "He is the only one who knows this trail."
"Anyway, this is our best chance! Attack! Attack across the board!" Fischereau waved his whip and pointed forward: "For Northridge!"
"Dong! Dong! Dong Dong!" The sound of war drums in Beiling resounded through the sky, and the three square formations that had just rested and reorganized began to move forward again.
In the opposite position, General Susas put down his monocular. He looked at his adjutant with a pale face and said: "The left wing, the left wing was attacked! Where did the opponent come from? Where did they come from?
Cavalry?"
"Sir, now is not the time to pursue this! The left wing has collapsed, what should we do now?" The adjutant was a little nervous, because he knew that this battle seemed to be developing rapidly in a direction beyond their control.
Previously, they had performed beyond their capabilities and had been pestering Fischereau for a whole morning, but the reinforcements they were expecting had not yet arrived.
Seeing that the whole line would collapse if they retreated any longer, they finally plucked up the courage to prepare for a formal decisive battle with Fischereau. However, just as they started to prepare, they encountered a situation where the left wing was attacked by the enemy and collapsed.
As the head coach, he suddenly felt dizzy and heard the anxious shouts of his subordinates: "General!" "Sir!" "Here comes someone! The general has fallen from his horse!"
Immediately afterwards, the three armies of Susas, which had persisted for almost eight hours from morning to now, finally completely collapsed after their coach fell off his horse.
The army was defeated like a mountain, more than 3,000 soldiers fled, 1,000 were captured, and almost all the cannons they owned became trophies for the Earl and Tang Mo.
As the sky gradually darkened, the work of cleaning the battlefield came to an end. As the battlefield became completely silent, the crisis in Beiling was basically lifted after this battle.
Susas's strategic initiative was completely lost. Their 30,000 troops in the Leyte Kingdom must now face the danger of their supply lines being cut off by the Northridge troops' eastward advance at any time.
