Cheng Lin and Cheng Hu were lying on the ground. They were in the first row. He looked at the Mongolians who were more than ten meters away, grinning, veins popping out on their foreheads, charging towards them with a ferocious look on their faces. The palms of my hands were covered in sweat.
They couldn't move without orders, even if the Mongols stepped on them. This is military regulation. During the training, a large number of cavalry came from a distance. Without orders, they could only stand, half-kneel, or lie on the ground.
Anyone who moves will be punished with a military stick.
Those damn cavalrymen always rush five or six meters before stopping their horses, which can scare people so much that their hearts stop beating.
Just as the soldiers were lying on the ground, highly nervous, a deafening burst of intensive shooting came from above. Cheng Hu felt a blazing hot wind spurting forward from behind.
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When the camel artillery fired, the camels lay on the ground and fired, and behind the five hundred camel cannons were three hundred three-barreled seventy-nine-caliber light Gatling machine guns mounted on the backs of the camels.
These machine guns have been replaced with canvas belts, each belt holding 500 rounds of ammunition. Packed in a magazine. The weight-bearing capacity of camels is much greater than that of horses. A camel can carry a machine gun with ammunition boxes hanging on the left and right. A total of one thousand rounds of ammunition.
If it is finished, the ammunition transport camel behind will be needed to provide new ammunition boxes.
Because the 79-caliber machine gun is light in weight and the bullets are also light. The camels were standing so that they could fire over the heads of the artillerymen.
The fire from three hundred machine guns was very terrifying. Now the rate of fire has reached the maximum rate of fire of a hand-operated Gatling due to the use of metal bullets and mercury primers.
The theoretical rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute, and the actual combat sustained rate of fire is 300 rounds.
In order to save ammunition, shooters all use 25-round burst fire. Otherwise, the two bullets will be used up in three or four minutes.
The Gatling gun rotates at high speed, and the three barrels are loaded, fired, and ejected in sequence. The muzzle of the gun emits fierce flames, and the sound of high-speed shooting is no longer the sound of bang-bang-bang gunfire, but a continuous sound line. Like the hiss of a poisonous snake spitting out its message.
A large number of brass bullet casings fell down like splashing water. Canvas bags rolled into the sides of the camel. Copper is a precious metal, and the bullet casings must be recycled.
The flames spurted out by Gartley when he fired illuminated the ground in the early morning. Whether it was the camel artillery or the three rows of fusiliers lying on the ground, they were covered by the hot wind and blended into an orange halo.
Under a storm of machine gun barrages. The Mongolians who had rushed forward suddenly turned into countless dancers with countless blood flowers sprouting from their bodies. Their limbs were twisted, they screamed strangely, twitched and fell to the ground.
The dense barrage was like a wall of fire, licking it from front to back, swinging left and right. Groups of people fell forward. Like a strong wind blowing down the wheat in a wheat field.
Kortu had one of his legs broken, and desperately struggled to stand up in a pool of blood. But the broken leg bone was so painful that it almost made me want to faint.
Just as he was about to charge forward, his soldiers had already rushed to a distance of ten meters. Then, all the Mongolian efforts were smashed by Gartley machine guns.
In front of this machine gun that was spinning at high speed and spitting flames, the cavalry completely lost all advantages. In addition to the large enough target, it is a very good target. There is no advantage anymore.
Kortu closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear to look any more.
This is not a war, this is a one-sided massacre.
An Sanxi's heart was as solid as stone. Despite the Mongolian offensive, it was instantly disintegrated and his morale was completely defeated. However, he did not order the shooting to stop.
He wanted to completely test the performance of the Gatling gun.
The master once told him that once a powerful weapon like the machine gun appears, it means that the cavalry, as a dominant force on the battlefield, will begin to withdraw from the stage of history.
It was not artillery that drove the cavalry off the battlefield, but machine guns!
7.92mm full metal bullets are not something that any armor in this era can withstand. If the armor is thick enough to withstand it, then the heavy armor will make it difficult for the soldiers to walk.
Gatling's shooting range reached 600 meters, and the tongues of fire began to extend from front to back. Pieces of Mongolians fell to the snow-covered ground under fierce firepower. The ground was blood red.
At this point, they were completely broken.
These Han people are not enemies, they are gods and demons killed from the ice hell.
They ran like crazy, throwing away anything that might slow them down. Run back to find their steeds, then escape as fast as you can.
At this time, they could no longer think about it. They could only freeze to death in the cold current. There's no way they can go there other than turning into ice. They couldn't go more than thirty miles or they would all freeze to death.
Because, in their climate, they can only survive in the winter camp until spring. There is no other choice.
Yang Fan's army only dared to attack because they had extremely sufficient cold-proof equipment and camels.
"Stop shooting, infantrymen mount bayonets, charge, and capture prisoners." An Sanxi ordered in a leisurely manner.
Although the final Gatling battle was more like a massacre. But An Sanxi didn't sympathize with them.
In the history of the Mongols, every city they captured was a massacre. In the era when they rose, they killed 100 million people.
They killed any man who was taller than the shaft of the chariot, unless he was a craftsman. Taking away women and children to make slaves. Burn all supplies and buildings that cannot be taken away. Loot any property you can find.
In order to completely destroy the millennium-old civilization of Persia, they even mobilized millions of slaves, used pack horses and camels, and spent decades transporting salt and spreading it on their fertile land, leaving the most fertile land in Persia barren of grass. Since then, Persia has completely declined until today.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
As the loud bugle sounded. Gatlin stopped shooting.
The three rows of fusiliers lying on the ground immediately drew their bayonets from their waists and installed them under the muzzles of their guns.
Cheng Hu heard a clicking sound, which was the sound of the bayonet being stuck in place. He jumped up and rushed forward with Captain Mo Rigen.
On the battlefield at this time. There were three regiments on the rifle line, infantrymen of more than 10,000 people. They swarmed up and pursued the Mongols with bayonets in hand.
The Mongols were completely discouraged. They were panicking, their whole bodies shaking with fear. On the smooth ice and snow ground, in a pool of sticky blood, he staggered and ran wildly.
Their boots had no anti-slip function, and in panic, they would fall down after running a few steps and roll and crawl away.
An Sanxi picked up the telescope. Camel has this advantage, the position is high enough. He could clearly see the battlefield on all sides.
In the wind and snow, there were groups of soldiers everywhere chasing the enemy with bayonets in hand.
An Sanxi put down his telescope. No need to look any further. The Mongols were completely defeated.
They had nowhere to escape during this season. They would freeze to death if they left the wintering camp, and their horses would not last even half a day. They can't go anywhere at this time.
"Find Tushetuhan's family members immediately and arrest them all."
