Facts have proved that there is no strongest arm in the world, but only the most suitable arm. Although the cavalry can maintain its advantage over the infantry most of the time, that is on the Great Plains, after the speed of the war horses increases, not Dense forests and hills.
The French-Swiss border is already mountainous and hilly, and there are large areas of dense jungle scattered throughout it. The complex environment has already curbed the cavalry's combat effectiveness. What's more, the new army's tactics are completely unlike anything they have ever seen, and it is inevitable that they will suffer losses. .
Luo Huo's shooting position was located on a gentle slope. Although there was only a height difference of two or three meters from the forest ahead, it was enough to withstand the French army's bullets. The whizzing bullets hit the soft bunker, and white smoke billowed out. , but there was no result at all.
Being condescending, he chose to shoot horizontally, with a bunker twenty or thirty centimeters high above his head. It would be difficult for a team of snipers to hit such a target, let alone a high-speed moving cavalry.
However, it is too easy for the new army to fight these cavalry from a high position. It is no different from hitting a moving target on the training ground.
A streak of white smoke amidst the sound of gunfire like fried beans outlined the arc of the New Army's position. The calm officers began to control the rhythm of shooting. From time to time, they would throw out a few grenades to force the nearest French army to retreat. The tenacious resistance made the cavalry The battalion suffered heavy casualties and was bleeding like a river.
"Charge, keep charging... don't throw away your honor. If you take a step back, your military spirit will be scattered. You will never be able to gather it together in this life..."
"Victory, I just want victory, no matter the casualties...French warriors, now is the most critical moment. If we lose this time, we will suffer repeated defeats in the future..."
The French battalion commander was crying when he shouted. He watched helplessly as the young men fell off their horses one by one. His heart was bleeding. He really wanted to take the young men away from here, but he couldn't say the order to retreat. .
He is right. It is too difficult to condense the military soul. It needs to be built one victory after another. The military soul of the French Army was created by Napoleon. When an army has the victor's After that spirit, the balance of war will tilt towards them.
A winner naturally has the pride of a winner, and this spirit will become stronger and stronger with continued victory. Victory is contagious, but so is failure.
If the cavalry battalion cannot withstand the huge casualties and retreats today, then the seeds of failure will be planted in the hearts of all the boys, and the negative emotions will accompany them throughout their lives, and this loser's mood is absolutely fatal on the battlefield.
"Fight! French boys...fight! Pull out your sabers and move forward! Kill these Chinese people. Don't forget that this is our motherland and our land is under your feet..."
"Kill!" The cavalry battalion was completely red-eyed now. Seeing their comrades fall one by one, the bloody courage in their hearts was also stirring. They could lose to anyone, but they must not lose to these Chinese.
"Kill... We can break through the capitals of these Easterners, we can force their emperor to death, we can control their customs, we can cede their territory... But today, these barbarians dare to invade France, how can we If we can fail, we don’t want to be the laughing stock of Europe!”
The bright white saber was raised into a steel jungle, shining directly forward with the sunlight. The earth was shaking violently, and the strength of all the war horses was pushed to the extreme.
The crazy French people forgot about the rain of bullets in front of them, the roar of grenades, and even ignored the wails of their fallen comrades around them. Everyone had only one thought, rushing forward to hack these Eastern barbarians to death.
"No, the French are going to fight hard..." Xiao Letian's finger joints turned pale as he held the telescope. "Don't let me down. You must withstand it. If you can't even pass this test, hundreds of thousands of people will suffer in the future." Don’t even think about the Great War, any bullshit national rejuvenation is just a dream..."
Xiao Letian was not the only one who was nervous. Even the Prussian army could not sit still at this time. They walked out of their hiding places one by one and stared at the battlefield in the distance, not daring to show their anger.
"These Chinese are finished. They are too few in number. They are really too few. There are still only three hundred French cavalrymen, but these Chinese only have more than a hundred. This is a double difference..."
"Yes, and the French army are all cavalry. As long as they grit their teeth and survive the death zone with the densest firepower, and as long as they are willing to sacrifice and rush in front of the Chinese, victory will definitely belong to the French..."
"Sir, do we need to join the war? We can't do this anymore. They will die, and the heroes of Hamburg will die!"
Both Jonas and the Prussian company commander turned pale. They really wanted to order the war, but they didn't dare. Prussia's national strategy could not allow any accidents. Although everyone knew that war with the French was inevitable, it was not now, absolutely not.
At this moment, Xiao Letian suddenly glanced at them sideways and said coldly, "This is a grudge between us Chinese and the French. You don't need to interfere. We don't want to cheat in this big exam... My brother, I trust them!"
Xiao Letian's confidence is not arrogance. The brothers of the New Army are not just fresh melons and eggs who walked out of the training ground. They were all tempered by Naha's blood and fire in a night, and they all rushed out of desperate situations. .
Looking at the French cavalry getting closer and closer, King Yi quickly pulled the trigger, and the remaining bullets in the Spencer were discharged. "Use all the bullets... Stop loading, it's too late... What are you waiting for if Luo Huo doesn't do it yet?" What about? Noheita, Hyoutaro...don't let me down, get ready for battle..."
Without a word of nonsense, Luo Huo jumped up and fired intensively with the Spencer, half-crouched in front of the bunker, loaded with bullets. But this time he was not shooting at the French army in front of him, but at the three inconspicuous little dirtbags in front of the bunker.
The bullet hit the gravel on the earth bag with high temperature and huge impact. The flying sparks ignited the particles of gunpowder scattered on the ground. Then three huge explosions rose from the ground, and the shock wave immediately overturned the ground. Luo Huo.
"It's done, brothers, prepare to fight. Let these French people know how the cold weapon war is fought. Don't forget the unique skills of our ancestors..." King Yi dropped Spencer, pulled out his short knife and jumped out of the bunker, and then Countless soldiers with bayonets gathered behind him to form a dense phalanx.
This was a nightmare. This group of French cavalry collectively had a nightmare from which they could not wake up. The shock waves of the three explosions not only caused a large number of casualties, but also disrupted the rhythm of their charge.
Originally, the speed of the three hundred cavalry had been adjusted to be consistent, but the explosion frightened countless horses and caused countless knights to subconsciously slow down and evade.
The charging cavalry is afraid that the rhythm will be disrupted. Once the speed of the war horses is inconsistent, it will definitely cause collision and chaos, and the impact of the entire formation will be greatly reduced.
What's even more terrifying is what's behind. When the smoke in front of them gradually dissipates, and when the cavalrymen close their eyes and rush through the smoke, they are stunned by the sight in front of them.
"What is it? Have I passed through the gate of time? Have we returned to ancient times..." In front of the cavalry battalion commander, a dense phalanx of nearly fifty people appeared in front of him, with ten people in a row. Five teams were formed neatly.
What is particularly strange is that these soldiers are not holding muskets, but long steel knives, with graceful arcs held high above their heads.
These soldiers had firm and cruel eyes, shouted strange and rhythmic slogans, and were marching forward step by step.
"Huhu...ha! Huhu...ha! Huhu...ha!" The simple rhythm made everyone's steps very unified, and the entire military formation was pressed down like a rock.
"What the hell is this? Who can tell me what this is..."
No one can answer this question. In this era, the small country of Japan has a very low sense of presence among the European powers. The people have no understanding of Japanese culture and no interest in understanding it.
But understanding doesn't mean they can't feel the cold murderous intent. The light emanating from the eyes of these enemies is not the light that humans can emit at all. They are just a group of beasts, and they are injured beasts.
"Life is like cherry blossoms, gorgeous but short-lived. Don't be afraid of death. It is our permanent home. Now, let us fight to our heart's content, and Amaterasu will bless our martial arts for a long time..."
Nohirita has fallen into a subtle Zen state, and all his perceptions have been connected with this battlefield. The fifty-man military formation seemed to be a whole at that moment.
The military formation marched forward little by little, following its own slogans. The nearly one-meter-long tachi was ready to chop. The foreign legions under Xiao Letian were all Japanese samurai. Before joining the new army, they all After learning this kind of battle formation, resisting cavalry with foot is their special skill.
"Batato team... cut!" Nohira yelled, and the ten Chodachi swords in the front row were slashed from the top of their heads like swordsmen. The four knights were all shattered in the sword light.
After the sword was struck, the ten samurai did not hesitate at all and turned back to the military formation. The second row of ten swords followed closely, regardless of the several cavalry in front, and they slashed again.
The five samurai teams swung their swords like wheels. In Xiao Letian's eyes, this scene was as efficient as a combine harvester cutting wheat in later generations.
The sword was waved in front of the formation, and the cavalry who had lost speed suddenly turned into dumpling fillings. Often the cold jungle of swords on the other side would rush over before the sword could be swung.
Xiao Letian slapped his thigh excitedly, "Okay, okay, they're all good. I didn't even expect this kind of strategy to defeat the enemy, but you did. Like it, I'll give you 32 likes..."
"Come on, come on, Wing King and Luo Huo, don't be too eager to fight, cover the two wings of the Ba Dao team, don't let the French take advantage of the loopholes... Yes, yes, well done!"
Xiao Letian turned his head and shouted excitedly to Jonas, "What did I say? I trust my brother. We can use less to defeat more, and use the weak to defeat the strong. We Chinese have done it!"
Jonas was nervous and sweaty, and he was wiping it with his handkerchief. "Yes, this is really a magical army. Ever since I came into contact with them, I have never stopped being surprised. I admire them very much!"
Can you not admire it? He dared to kidnap the Prussian prince in the Hamburg military camp, he dared to save people in a fierce fire scene without fear of the threat of strong gunpowder, he was brave enough to save the prime minister in France, and now he actually defeated the French cavalry battalion with less force and more force. How can we not accept such glorious results? How dare we Not convinced.
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