, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Why is it so small? You should be damn accurate!" There was a lot of curses on the battlefield, but artillery also has difficulties with artillery. How can only three artillery form a dense firepower? How can it deal with high cavalry without dense firepower.
In the end, you have to fight on your own! The soldiers in the shooting position abandoned all distracting thoughts and returned their attention to the cavalry on the opposite side. At this time, the vanguard empty horse was already close in front of them.
"Throw the grenade...blow up these horses!" The smoking grenade was thrown out from the position, blasting holes among the horses.
The dead and injured war horses fell to the ground and screamed in agony. They struggled to get up but had no strength. However, the war horses that were not ridden would naturally regain their animal instincts and have an innate awareness of avoiding danger.
The fleeing horses made way for empty gaps, and the Cossack cavalry who took advantage of this opportunity to lower their bodies and were hit by bullets rushed out. A thousand elites turned into six or seven small dragons and rushed towards the position.
"Shoot, shoot now!" In the officer's roar, the Mauser rifle began to fire, and the enemy at the front was shot down head on.
The soldiers who had gone through this baptism had obviously gained more experience. They loaded their ammunition immediately after shooting. They never looked for the target during the loading process, and no one tried to compete with the war horse.
After loading the bullet, he immediately looks for the nearest target and shoots. No matter if he hits or misses, he quickly removes the bullet from the bullet and puts a new bullet on it, and the cycle starts over and over again.
"Very good! A good fight. When facing the cavalry, we must not let their momentum overwhelm us... We should fight according to our own shooting frequency! Don't be influenced by the enemy..."
This group of Cossacks were also shocked by the casualties in front of them. They never expected that the volunteer army, which had only been established for half a year according to the intelligence, would actually hit those with noses and eyes. It was not as cowardly as they imagined.
"Disperse, disperse the formation...As soon as you approach the enemy's position, attack immediately...It's our turn to sacrifice! Tsar Ulla! Imperial Ulla!"
With high-pitched roars, the cavalry rushed into the plum blossom formation like a tide. The ground shook like an earth dragon turning over, and the roar of the horses and men was earth-shattering.
"Disperse the attack! Dead soldiers attack..." The regiment leader waved his saber and issued the order to advance to the death. Almost at the same time, scattered cavalry in the charging team began to break away from the main force, and with the shooting support of their comrades, they fought towards each circle. shaped shooting position.
"Damn infidels! Go to hell..." The war horses and soldiers have become one, leaping into the nearest position regardless of the oncoming bullet rain. The dead soldiers covered in explosives exploded with a loud bang. All living creatures within three meters were brought down to hell.
The more dead Cossacks did not receive explosives, and they could not bring so much supplies during a forced march. At this moment, they could only use the most primitive tactics to delay the enemy's shooting.
Shimazu Asuka watched helplessly as a tall Don hippopotamus crashed into it like a mountain. The soldiers fired with all their might using Mauser. He saw with his own eyes the bullets shot into the horse's body and the bloody arrows shot out.
But the dying war horse still sent its owner to the destination. A tall Cossack jumped up like a bear hiding on a tree trunk and pounced on pedestrians below, and crashed into it with a fishy smell like a mountain of meat.
"God asked me to punish you! Infidels, all you infidels... go to hell!" The cavalry looked ferocious, and roared with two sabers flying left and right, causing a rain of blood. The volunteers behind the sandbags were caught off guard and were chopped down. One place.
In the narrow space, the Cossacks used all offensive moves without hesitation. His empty door was completely undefended. He allowed two bayonets to pierce his ribs, and his back was cut open with an engineer's shovel. However, he still kept moving forward. .
Shimazu Asuka had never seen such a fierce opponent. There was no trace of human emotion in his eyes, it was just pure killing.
The sword struck head-on. The enemy's head was slightly turned to one side. The sharp blade cut into his right shoulder and got stuck deeply on the collarbone. Shimazu Asuka wanted to pull it out, but he never expected that the enemy's right hand would turn over and he would use his bare hand. He grabbed the blade at the edge of the wound, and the steel cut into his palm and blood splattered everywhere.
The grinning Cossack held the sword with his bare hands. No matter how hard Shimazu Asuka tried to take it back, the sword was stuck in his shoulder.
The beast had completely lost the feeling of pain. The saber in his left hand had been broken by the engineer's shovel. After throwing away the remaining handle, his left hand suddenly grabbed Shimazu Asuka's head like electricity.
I don’t know where the military caps were thrown during the battle, but the volunteer army is exactly like the Chinese New Army. No one is allowed to have a special shape. They all have bald monk heads, and they can grow an inch long at most. .
The Cossack couldn't grasp Shimazu Asuka's head, but his big palm-like hands could cover the entire top of his head, and his five fingers gripped Shimazu Asuka's head like iron pliers.
With such terrifying big hands and such terrifying strength, Shimazu Asuka was unable to break free from the enemy's control. At that moment, he felt the Tianling Gai was sore, and a mixture of stench and blood rushed toward his face, hitting his nose like substance.
You can imagine, after three months of forced march, never washing your face or brushing your teeth, let alone taking a shower, how much better can your body odor get?
In addition, the food was all beef, mutton and cheese products, and the smell of the whole body was unforgettable. Add in the smell of blood and the smell was like a biochemical weapon.
"Hahaha... you are an officer! I can see that you are an officer! Go to hell..."
The seriously injured Cossack hit him with a headbutt. At that moment, his left hand was holding the top of Shimazu Asuka's head, and his right hand was holding the bone-deep tachi blade. On his back, there were two volunteers who rounded up the engineer's shovel and slashed the back desperately. In addition, there were two crooked bayonets hanging on the left and right ribs.
At this moment, he is a wild beast, and he is the God of Death in hell!
"You rebels! All die..." There was a muffled sound, and the Cossack's forehead hit Shimazu Asuka's head. At that moment, he felt as if his head had been hit by a big hammer, and the whole world was shaken. It spun.
There was a muffled sound, it was a head hammer, and then the Cossack roared, regardless of whether these volunteers could understand, "Despicable pagans, remember forever, this land is ours!" The final bang was another headbutt.
"Chinese people, get out of here, you all will die..." There was another bang.
"This is our Tsar's Far East, not yours..." There was a snap, and even blood came out this time.
"This is our land..." The Cossack beast was about to launch another headbutt, but at this moment Shimazu Asuka's head was hanging down.
"Fuck you! You're fucked..." At the most critical moment, a short Oroqen soldier behind him jumped up, rounded the engineer's shovel in his hand and hit the back of his head with all his strength. Cut through.
