Ten kilometers, in the eyes of the cavalry, is a distance that can be reached in the blink of an eye, but in the Far East, this distance is not very close, because this land is densely covered with jungles and connected by hills. In addition, the remaining snow of the winter has not melted away at this time. It caused great trouble for the cavalry to move.
If you are not a veteran cavalryman with many years of experience, or a veteran with rich combat experience in the cold zone, you would not dare to show off your skills here. Lao Shentou and the others soon got a taste of the power of these Rakshasa cavalry.
Lao Shentou and the others had just left the wolf smoke for more than ten minutes when a dark shadow emerged from the dense forest. The riders on horseback were all big and round, but strangely, they were extremely skilled at controlling horses. The war horses were on their crotches. The steps are as dexterous as dancing.
After bypassing huge ancient trees and jumping over ravines, the wolf-like cavalry immediately surrounded the burning bonfires. The leading officer pulled down the fur that protected his face and took a long breath, white mist sprayed in the cold air. In the air, I could see his eyes staring at the east like an eagle.
"We have been exposed, and now there is no other way but to fight quickly... Remember, from now on, our vanguard's mission is to harass. The overwhelming harassment makes it impossible for the enemy to judge our main attack target, and creates a favorable situation for the large forces. War situation!"
Looking at Vladivostok with the sky burning red in the east, the cavalry battalion commander said sadly, "Hurry up and hurry up. We are still late. It seems that Vladivostok has reached the final street fighting... God! Punish these heretics! Let's go." …”
Horse hooves roared, and an entire cavalry battalion rushed out of the woods. These dazzling cavalry raised their whips and rushed across the fire, then whipped them fiercely. Sparks scattered and burning debris were picked up by the whips and thrown into the air. , eloquently like a fire dragon.
The cavalry was like a tide, and the fire dragons were flying. When a battalion of cavalry rushed through, the piles of wolf smoke had long been wiped away, leaving only a place where sparks were still burning.
"Cossacks! Attack! Let these thugs know who is the king of war...who is the most powerful cavalry regiment! Ula..."
At that moment, the cavalry regiment completely unleashed its power, and some cavalrymen were even able to jump on the backs of spare war horses while running at high speeds. The sabers at their waists were drawn out, bullets were loaded, and the woods were filled with the roar of urrahs.
Cossacks! This is a cavalry unit unique to the Tsarist Empire. Originally, this phrase represented a group of ethnic groups living in the Ukrainian Great Plains and southern Russia. They were good at herding horses and were extremely brave. During the expansion of the Tsarist Empire to the east, It is a great contribution.
Some historians have verified that this nation learned equestrian skills from the Golden Horde, the descendants of Genghis Khan. Whether it was raising horses or cavalry for battle, what they inherited was the essence of the famous Mongolian cavalry regiment in history.
In addition, this nation itself has Nordic ancestry, the soldiers are tall and strong, and they have absorbed a lot of new firearms combat experience. Eventually, they combined the east and west, and the modern and medieval fusion, forming a unique Cossack cavalry culture.
Of course, in the 19th century, the so-called Cossack Legion also absorbed a large number of steppe peoples from Central Asia, such as the Mobei Mongolian tribes that broke away from the control of the Qing Empire, and some nomadic tribes from Central Asia.
However, the organization and culture of the Cossack Legion have been preserved. In the eyes of the Tsarist Russian people, the first impression of the Cossacks is that the cavalry is invincible.
The Tsar once said that the most powerful cavalry regiment in human history was the Cossacks, which could not even be compared with the Mongolian cavalry regiments in the Middle Ages, because the Mongols did not know how to use muskets.
This sentence is of course a joke, and the Cossack Cavalry Regiment cannot be said to be the best in the world. In France, Austria, Turkey and even the Arab region, there are some cavalry teams whose combat effectiveness is not weaker than them.
But if a prefix condition is added to this sentence, then the conclusion that it is the most powerful will be established. If this cavalry regiment is the world's strongest in cold zone combat, military experts around the world will not deny this.
The cold spring in the Far East is a bit of an obstacle for this group of Cossacks, but it is definitely not the biggest obstacle. At least they have much more experience in dealing with the severe cold than the Chinese from the south.
Running wildly in the jungle is the most basic quality of every rider. In less than twenty minutes, they saw the fleeing figures of Lao Shentou and his group from a distance.
"Those are the people who reported the news! Rush up and kill them!"
At the command, war horses suddenly started to accelerate on the left and right wings. The back of the saber slapped the war horse's buttocks. These riders were all spare horses that had just been replaced. The horse power was at its most abundant. Soon the distance between the two sides was shortened to two people. Within a hundred meters.
The howling Cossacks held Berdan rifles in one hand, and each one of them pulled the trigger on the bumpy horseback like a shooting competition.
Bang bang bang... Scattered gunshots shook the surrounding areas, and bullets whizzed past the surroundings of Lao Shentou and the group. One of the unlucky children among them fell to the back of the horse with a scream after being shot in the heart.
"Lengtou... Lengtou! Wuwuwu..." There was a cry in the team. Lengtou, who was hit by a bullet, was only sixteen years old this year. Seeing him rolling in the snow, he could no longer survive.
"Brother..." A woman in the cavalry team screamed and galloped away from the team. She rushed towards her brother's body. That was her biological brother. As a sister, you should at least protect your brother's body and put it to rest. .
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Swallow is back! You don't want your life..." But the girl couldn't listen to anything anymore.
Just when the girl rode her horse and came to the body of her brother, and when she bent down to pull the body of her brother, a black mass of Rakshasa cavalry had passed by her.
With a tearing sound, the saber used the speed of the war horse to cut open the girl's back. The bones were clearly visible, and the hot blood splashed onto the snow.
"Oh God! Still a little beauty? Hahaha..." Rakshasa Cavalry smiled lewdly, "It's such a waste, it's really such a waste. If the war hadn't been an emergency, we could still have fun... Hahaha!"
The girl's dying scream stung everyone's eardrums. Lying on the horse, Yujiro Maeda felt his face burning. At that moment, he thought of the lessons taught to them by the Ryukyu college students in the cultural class on winter nights.
"The army is like a fish, and the people are like water... Water without fish is dead water, and fish without water is dead fish... When you go to the battlefield and face the choice of life and death, I don't want each of you to be a hero, but I want you to be a hero. Think about it, the clothes on your back and the meat in your bowl are all not provided by the people!"
"Soldiers can learn how to protect themselves in this life, so even if you don't criticize me once in vain... you will be a part of the Chinese war temple in the future!"
Thinking of this moment, Maeda Yujiro forgot about the pain, straightened his back and shouted, "There are no escaped soldiers in the volunteer army... The remaining brothers will fight back with me and counterattack!"
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