"Shoot! Kill him!" The vanguard cavalry knew that there was no need to keep secrets at this moment, so they all picked up their rifles and pulled the bolts to fire at Old Phyllis.
Bang, bang, bang... the bullets flew in the dark night, and the old horse, which had been drained of all its strength, was shot first, and Xilulu screamed and fell to the ground.
Old Phyllis rolled out like a bowling ball, and then hit a rock on the side of the road. His vision went dark and he fainted.
Old Phyllis was lucky. If he was still awake, he would probably be so filled with grief and anger that he would never be able to close his eyes after seeing the tragic scene that followed.
The screams of the old horse before it fell to death, coupled with the voice bought by old Phyllis with his life, finally woke up the dozing sentries at the gate of the military camp. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and looked to the south.
Good guy, all the sleepiness was forced out by cold sweat. Groups of cavalry were already close at hand in the darkness on the opposite side. With the road as the center, the entire hilly land was full of jumping war horses.
"Alarm bell! Sound the alarm...there is an enemy attack...the French are coming to kill us!"
Dang... Dang... the alarm bell rang, and the sleeping soldiers in the military camp were awakened one by one!
"What happened? What happened... Where is the enemy attack? What enemy do we have?"
"French? Impossible... The French were suppressed and beaten by Prussia, and even the emperor fled. How could they invade Belgium at this time..."
But no matter how many doubts there are, the thunderous sound of horse hooves outside the camp gate cannot fool anyone, and the violent trembling of the earth is not a dream!
Before tanks appeared, cavalry was always the king of charge in land battles. European horses were originally tall and strong, and Europeans were also tall and strong.
The combined weight of one person and one horse is close to 500 kilograms, which is half a ton!
And what about the ten thousand cavalry? That is five thousand tons of mass dancing on the Ardennes Plateau, and the entire military camp felt this huge force rushing towards them.
The camp bed was shaking, and the tin cup on the wooden table next to it began to shake violently. It moved towards the edge of the table while shaking, and finally fell to the ground with the cup and water.
Now all the soldiers knew that this was not a dream. Amid the officer's shrill shouts, the soldiers began to get dressed and look for weapons, and they suddenly became busy.
"Assemble! Get ready to fight...it's the French cuirassiers! God, they really invaded..."
With a bang, the sentry at the gate fired three shots, and was knocked into the air by the vanguard cavalry's horse!
The half-ton horse cavalry, with the potential of high-speed charging, is a piece of cake to crush these infantry who have just woken up.
There was no need to shoot or wave the saber, just the collision of the war horses knocked all the resisting sentries into the sky and then smashed them hard on the ground.
Before the Belgian sentries with broken bones and tendons could struggle and scream, horse hooves as big as bowls kicked them, and the sentries turned into a ball of mud amid the screams.
On a slope outside the camp, Alfred and other commanders watched everything in front of them quietly, and he said with a cruel smile on his face.
"Record it...at 10:35...our troops launched a night attack on the Belgian defenders...visually the number of enemies was around two regiments..."
"Haha...Belgian army? Hahaha...incompetent weaklings!"
Alfred waved his hand, "Continue to attack, speed up, let these people know what war is..."
The wooden fence of the camp was pulled down by the cavalry, and many gaps were created. The cavalry rushed in even faster!
The military camp was full of shining sabers, and the smell of blood could be smelled for miles along the night wind!
Belgium has never been a military power, and their army has not been baptized by many wars. Facing the French elite who have been fighting all year round, they are simply a group of children.
Soldiers could not find their commanders, officers could not find their soldiers, people could not find their rifles, rifles could not find bullets, and some people could not even find their pants and military boots...
Many soldiers were running aimlessly in the camp in their pajamas. The sabers of the cuirassiers behind them were stained with blood. The tall horses suddenly rushed forward, and the sabers swung and dragged a long blood groove on the soldiers' backs, almost All the backbones are exposed!
The eyes under the cavalry helmet were so cold that he seemed to be able to feel the enemy's soul struggling on the blade!
"Is this kind of soldier considered a soldier? There are actually embroidered flowers on his pajamas? It must have been embroidered by his girlfriend, and it's actually a tulip?"
The war has descended into a one-sided massacre. Originally, the Belgians stationed two regiments of about 3,000 men here, which was much inferior in terms of military strength.
In addition, they were fighting against the cavalry of the charge king service in the cold weapon era, and their training level was not at the same level. This night attack suddenly turned into a massacre!
All the resistance of the Belgian army was sporadic and weak. Only some officers led the soldiers to shoot back. But in the face of these French troops who were desperate for life and death, these resistances were basically unobjectionable.
"Charge! Crash over...dispel all enemy resistance positions...Don't be reluctant to fight, break through the camp and quickly attack Syni!"
"We have only one goal...kill all the Chinese soldiers...capture Xiao Letian alive!"
Tens of thousands of cavalrymen burst out with earth-shattering roars, "Kill all the Chinese...capture Xiao Letian alive!"
Boom...the last resistance position at the north gate of the camp was forcefully knocked open by these cavalry. In just twenty-five minutes, the camps of the two regiments were penetrated by the cavalry.
In twenty-five minutes, a thousand Belgian soldiers died!
"Retreat! Retreat to Syuni...Send flares! Send flares to the Chinese...God bless them and don't get drunk! God bless..."
Hundreds of soldiers fled in the direction of Syni like bereaved dogs. Many of them did not even wear pants or military boots, and their bare feet were dripping with blood as they ran in the fields.
There were even recruits who had never experienced war. They were lying on their knees behind the big rocks with their hands on their heads and crying out for their mother. He had long since lost the courage to resist.
Bang bang bang... The alarm fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the town of Suni, one kilometer away, could clearly see it!
Syny is a medieval town. In order to resist wars between lords, the ancestors here built a wall more than three meters high and a very shallow moat. However, after hundreds of years of siltation, the moat has become shallow. Even people’s knees couldn’t get past it.
Such a defense system can only be said to be better than nothing, but the Chinese soldiers, who have very strict military regulations, did not relax their vigilance even during the holidays.
There are mobile sentries patrolling the city walls 24 hours a day, and these sentries on duty must be teetotal!
"Look...the Belgian military camp has sent a signal...there are sounds of killing and the sound of horse hooves coming..."
"There is enemy situation! Sound the emergency rally call!"
