Chug, tug, tug... Gatling's copper sound is long and unique. Four Gatlings control a two-hundred-meter-wide attack section, which does seem to lack firepower. Even though this six-barreled heavy machine gun has powerful firepower, it can control fifty meters. Mi's charge cross-section still seems a little inadequate.
Forty meters high in the sky, the observation sentries were dumbfounded. The black crowd at their feet was covered by four invisible death scythes. Every time Gatling rotated the muzzle, there were pieces of dead bodies lying on the ground. land.
The offensive front is no longer the normal straight or triangular protrusion. The four Gatlings are more like four whistles for scooping ice cream. Every time the muzzle swings left and right, it can dig out a deep arc depression from the charging team. .
The rain of bullets dug out pieces of flesh and blood from the cavalry tide, and then more cavalry were added at an accelerated rate. The battlefield has formed a meat grinder charge, and all the Cossacks have been killed.
If you have no way to retreat, you can only move forward!
"Attack! The Cossacks will never retreat..." The sudden sound of copper rained down bullets, and the officer shouting the slogan was hit in the middle of his eyebrow and his head completely shattered, spraying the soldiers behind him in the face.
"Ula...charge...Ula..." The soldier shouted, his tongue exposed to the air, but the next second the metal projectile shot through his front teeth and directly broke his neck bone.
Death has become a common thing that does not deserve mercy. Familiar figures around him fall one by one and cannot even win the blink of an eye from their comrades. At this moment, all of them have been swept away by the torrent of war, and they no longer have even a shred of self-awareness. .
The first wave of two thousand warriors rushed towards the Volunteer Army's position with a desperate will to annihilate the entire army, and moved forward indomitably.
A total of 13,000 elite volunteers were deployed on Jiangxin Island. These men of white mountains and black waters were no longer the first brothers on the battlefield. The cruel battle in Vladivostok had tempered them. Facing such a crazy wave of cavalry, they were a little nervous but The pace of preparations for battle is undisturbed.
Chinese veterans were scattered among them, acting as officers at all levels. Their roars came and went, calming the soldiers' emotions at the last moment.
"Hold still... don't shoot. They are no longer a threat. You can only shoot after a hundred meters..."
"Save the use of grenades... don't bomb the ice, only allow grenades to be invested in the riverbanks..."
"Every squad leader pays attention to the rhythm and saves ammunition..."
"Coming over, entering the 100-meter shooting range...brother, beat them!"
Bang bang bang... The soldier who was exposed in the trench pulled the trigger, and a stream of gunfire was extremely bright, and a hail of bullets shot out.
For Mauser, the shooting distance of 100 meters means that he can hit wherever he wants. The pointed warhead pops into the enemy's chest, and the strong horses scream and throw the rider to the ground, and then stumble to follow-up charges. war horse.
"Attack...for the empire...attack..." The surviving officers of the vanguard were crying. Although they were all veterans, they had never withstood such a crazy attack by Gatlin.
In the minds of these Central Asian cavalry, weapons like Gatling are just a story that officers occasionally talk about, and they have never seen it before.
Even the Berdan rifles they have were just issued to the army last year. Before that, they were still using old-fashioned front-loading miniguns. This shows how poor the Tsarist Russian army has become in recent years. They don’t even have the money to replace them. Gone.
Today is the time for them to swallow the consequences. Because the equipment has lagged behind the times, it is not the Chinese who are being beaten passively today, but them.
Even though Fadeev was fully mentally prepared, he never expected that the sacrifice would be so huge and so fast. The super-efficient killing from the opposite side scared countless Cossacks.
"How could this happen? The second wave of attacking troops has not yet reached the ice, and the leading troops are about to be wiped out?" The ones who died now were all Chekov's soldiers, and he was so distressed that he almost vomited blood.
Ashavin wiped his cold sweat, "Impossible! The Chinese are equipped with four Gatlings for a charge section of only 200 meters? Is this crazy? Who is their commander? The level of this firepower configuration is wrong. …”
Fadeev listened to his men's words and his brain was spinning almost to death. The result in front of him was not what he wanted. It was completely out of his plan.
Judging from past experience, if two thousand cavalry are dropped in the first wave, even if they are all killed...of course Fadeev's purpose is to use these soldiers as cannon fodder.
Those are two thousand people and two thousand horses. Even if the Chinese kill four thousand lives, they will have to kill them for a while, right? Taking advantage of this time, the second wave of attacks with two thousand people went on the ice.
After the Chinese have killed all the first wave of vanguards, the second wave of attacks will be able to advance at least within 200 meters of the position. By this time, the stage of the most intensive Chinese firepower has passed.
The second wave of attacks can disrupt the enemy's defense rhythm and firepower density. After the third wave of attacks begins, a strong charge can be launched from a distance of fifty meters.
Three waves of 6,000 men are enough to disrupt the rhythm of the Chinese. As long as the leading cavalry begins to engage in hand-to-hand combat in the enemy's position, the following troops will continue to surge up.
"I have an army of 30,000 Cossacks. Even if I lose a quarter of the battle, I can still win the final victory! But why are these Chinese people so fierce in firepower! God, please tell me..."
God did not give Fadeev any answer, but Death gave him the answer. When the second wave of attacking troops had not reached the middle of the river, the first wave of two thousand people had already turned into minced meat on the ground.
The brass bullet casings jumped and hit in the trench, making a crisp sound. The officer's excited roar intimidated the recruits from any confusion or hesitation. Everything was like a slow motion. Xiao Letian could even see the bullet casings thrown by Gatlin. Draw complex parabolas in the air.
He smiled, and the founder of the Chinese race smiled extremely happily. This feeling of being in control of everything is so wonderful!
"Firepower! The Chinese have become accustomed to an era when firepower is king! This feels so wonderful!"
"Boys! Work harder...eat all the enemies who dare to charge, and make this island in the center of the river an eternal nightmare for Tsarist Russia! After the war, I will use my own money to build statues for you here!"
"Future generations of the Chinese people will never forget you! In an era when firepower is king, you are destined to be the pioneers! Hahaha, so happy!"
At this point, the Cossack cavalry has entered a difficult situation. The second wave of cavalry has launched an attack. Even if it is ordered to withdraw now, it is too late.
Fadeyev covered his heart with distressed hands, "Hold on... hold on! We have no way out... Even if we lose half of our battle today, we have to rush through!"
"Even if we can't win, we still have to join forces with Gogol and the others!"
"Now there is only one thing we have to consider...that is to stay together for warmth and prepare for a long and hard fight!"
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