"Rumble!" The thunderous sound of horse hoofs came, and the Mongolian cavalry, as black as the ocean, appeared in front of the Western Sichuan Army. These Mongolian cavalry moved forward until the Western Sichuan Army was less than ten miles away.
Stop.
"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 bearded Mongolian general said to Boyannamohu. He was a member of the Mongolian Horqin tribe.
The flag leader below is also a rare warrior.
Boyannamohu did not answer. He held up his binoculars and observed the Western Sichuan Army on the opposite side. 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 also knew
It was difficult to deal with. I think back then, his father led tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry to fight against the British and French forces. In the end, in the face of the powerful muskets and artillery of the British and French forces, the entire army was almost annihilated.
"Warriors, we are the Mongols, the descendants of Genghis Khan. We are the wolves on the grassland. The Immortal God will protect us! Go ahead! Warriors, use the sabers and bows in your hands to kill all the damn enemies.
!" Boyannamohu put down the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly. He has always believed that talents are the most important factor in determining war, and weapons and the like are not very important. He believes that as long as his Mongolian cavalry
If they can rush over and fight with the Western Sichuan Army, the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army will be useless. At that time, the final victory will belong to them. With their ability to fight on horseback, those Han people will definitely not be able to compare with the Mongols.
of.
"Charge! Kill all those Han dogs!" the Mongolian cavalry shouted, waving their sabers, and rushed towards the Western Sichuan Army. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, forming an overwhelming momentum. It must be said that these Mongolian cavalry
As expected, they learned on horseback. Their various skills in controlling war horses were much better than those of the previous Ma Jiajun. They pranced and jumped on their war horses, sometimes leaning down to grab a handful of grass, as if to show off their horses.
The technique is average.
"Artillery is ready!" On the artillery position behind the Western Sichuan Army, nearly two hundred Type 82 infantry guns have begun to prepare. The gunners filled the cannons one by one with shells, closed the gun bolts, and were ready to fire.
As soon as the Mongolian cavalry entered the artillery range, they began to fire.
Soon, the Mongolian cavalry, who were shouting to kill all the way, rushed into an area less than two kilometers away from the Western Sichuan Army. After entering this area, these Mongolian horsemen deliberately lowered their bodies to avoid the bullets of the Western Sichuan Army as much as possible. This was
The experience their ancestors summed up in combat.
"Fire!" Zhao Bowen, commander of the Second Cavalry Corps of the Western Sichuan Army, personally issued the order. The Type 82 infantry cannon at the rear suddenly began to roar. One after another, with a scream that cut through the air, the shells smashed into the
told among the marching Mongol cavalry.
"Boom! Boom!" The artillery shells exploded in the queue of Mongolian cavalry, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses one by one. Although they were well hidden, many of their horses were killed, and they were also injured.
The cavalry above also fell off their horses. In this high-speed marching queue, falling off the horse will lead to death. The fast running horses behind will trample the fallen cavalry into a pulp.
"Speed up and charge. As long as you rush over, you don't have to worry about the artillery of the Western Sichuan Army!" The generals of the Mongolian cavalry shouted loudly to cheer for the soldiers.
The Mongolian cavalry were charging with their heads down. At this time, whether they could be lucky enough to escape the Western Sichuan Army's artillery shells would only depend on the blessing of the Immortal God.
"Fire!" When the Mongolian cavalry rushed less than one kilometer away 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 the Mongolian cavalry, and they charged at high speed one by one.
The cavalrymen were thrown to the ground.
"Da da da!" Hundreds of heavy machine guns roared in a low voice, and the bullets were like tongues of fire, sweeping towards the Mongolian cavalry. Whether they were horses or people, as long as they were hit,
Often they just get knocked to the ground.
After the heavy machine guns and mortars of the Western Sichuan Army opened fire, the charging momentum of the Mongolian cavalry was immediately contained. Although they are now only two to three hundred meters away from the Western Sichuan Army, this distance is like a natural chasm.
, making it difficult for them to overcome.
"Charge! Charge up!" Boyanna Mohu saw the Mongolian warriors knocked to the ground one by one by the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, and his heart seemed to be bleeding. These cavalry are all warriors from his Horqin tribe!
The battle continued. The Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the Western Sichuan Army without fear of death. However, they were defeated by the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army. The Western Sichuan Army used steel to harvest the lives of the Mongolian cavalry. Those Mongolian cavalry had superb riding skills and amazing archery skills.
, but at this moment, it had no effect at all. Almost every second, Mongolian cavalry lost their lives.
"Your Highness, the firepower of the Western Sichuan Army is too strong, brothers can't charge forward!" A banner leader of the Horqin tribe said dejectedly.
"Your Highness, how about we retreat! Go back to Xi'an City!" Someone suggested. Obviously, after witnessing the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, they became timid.
"Coward! Don't forget that you are the descendants of Genghis Khan. Do you have to retreat from this difficulty? We have not failed yet! Keep charging!" Boyannamohu roared unwillingly like an angry lion. Although now
The troops suffered heavy casualties, but the thought of being laughed at by those Han dogs when they returned to Xi'an was unacceptable to Boyannamohu. He would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.
"Order everyone to charge and defeat the Han dogs on the opposite side!" Boyannamohu ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness the Prince!" Although the banner leaders were a little unwilling, they did not dare to disobey Boyannamohu's order and organized their troops one after another. The remaining tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, under the personal leadership of Boyannamohu,
He also devoted himself to 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 it is a pity that they followed the wrong master!" Wang Yuze watched the Mongolians rushing into them without fear of death.
The firepower network of the Western Sichuan Army said with some emotion. This is not a battle at all, but a complete massacre.
"Young Marshal, there is no need to feel pity. There are many Mongols, not just the Horqin tribe. As long as we defeat the Manchus, we will naturally be able to use these Mongols for our own purposes. After that, after our training, we will still be able to obtain excellent cavalry.
!" Cai Yun persuaded without changing his expression.
Wang Yuze nodded. After defeating the Manchus, he would lift the restrictions on the Mongols and increase the population of the Mongols. This should make the Mongols return. Anyway, there are hundreds of millions of Han people, and they have machine guns and cannons, so they don't need to be afraid of the Mongols.
The number of them has increased. Besides, the Eurasian continent is so vast, especially the cold northern areas, that these Mongols really need to be occupied. Especially the Mobei Mongolian tribes that the Russians have long coveted, they cannot do it anyway.
Let them divide.
The battle is still going on fiercely, but the result of this battle has almost been concluded.
"Order the 11th Brigade and the 13th Brigade to detour on both sides and surround these Mongolian cavalry. No one can be spared!" Cai Yun gave the order after looking at the situation on the battlefield. The battle lasted for two hours, and the Mongolians were killed and injured.
There were already more than 20,000, and the remaining Mongolian cavalry were frightened by the huge casualties. They retreated one after another and stopped charging despite being driven away by their flag masters and generals at all levels.
After receiving the order, the cavalrymen of the 11th and 13th brigades of the Western Sichuan Army detoured from both wings and successfully surrounded these Mongolian cavalry.
"Put down your weapons and I will spare your life!" the troops from Western Sichuan 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 the Mongolian cavalry, they had already forgotten it at this moment!
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