Hundreds, thousands, thousands...tons of cavalry troops smashed into the Ergun Camp's military formation layer after layer. This was not a charge, this was a heavy hammer slamming!
The dull sound of muscles and bones colliding against each other, the metallic noise of grinding bayonets and armors, and the wails of hysterical soldiers and dying warriors gathered together to form a concerto of death!
The sky is black, the earth is black, and the ray of light in the middle is a narrow exposure zone reflected by the flames of war. Even the greatest director and cameraman in Xiao Letian's previous life cannot reproduce the scene at this moment.
The human body was struck in mid-air, with muscles and bones tumbling and twisting. The human body changed into incredible postures due to broken bones. Then it was smashed into the wave of cavalry and trampled into pulp.
The bayonet pierced the chest of the war horse and was instantly broken. The half bayonet and the momentum of the charge twisted and rotated in the internal organs of the war horse. The heart of the tall horse was shattered and it fell to the ground with a rumble, suppressing two more Ergun warriors.
The fallen horses became a burden to the cavalry behind them. Three more horses tripped over the corpses and rolled into the infantry formation.
But a strange scene occurred. Those infantrymen had become mechanical sculptures. Even if there were rebels whose legs were pinned down by war horses, they would never stab them with their bayonets.
It is as if the enemy does not exist. All soldiers have only one purpose. All bayonets are forward. Every bayonet and every soldier is an emotionless part. They are all lifeless antlers and barbed wire pulled out by rotating machinery.
"People are here! Fallen, fallen...bayonets forward!"
The officer holding the battle also rushed to the front line. He was knocked four or five meters away by the charging horse. Regardless of the injuries to his internal organs and broken ribs, he got up from the ground and strode forward, rushed towards his own team, and rushed towards a horse spoon. Brothers who eat.
He was vomiting blood in his mouth, but the shouting of the formation never stopped, "Everyone is in the formation... everyone is dead! Everyone who is alive is fighting!"
As long as those in the Ergun Battalion could still breathe, they were crawling forward to the position. Each gap was filled as quickly as possible. The thin layer of bayonet jungle was as tough as gluten candy at this moment.
The rebels were going crazy. It was the first time they had seen such tough infantry. It was obvious that they had bent the position inwards, bending it to the extreme, but they could not tear it apart.
Occasionally, there will be one or two torn holes. Before you can rush over a dozen people, more desperate soldiers will fill them with flesh and blood.
The bayonets kept moving forward, and the murderous intent of the infantry actually suppressed the cavalry. Animals are the most sensitive, and those war horses suddenly discovered that the people behind the metal forest on the opposite side were different.
There was a strong murderous aura all over his body, and he had an aura that even frightened the wild horses!
Mongolia! A nomadic complex that has lived in symbiosis with horses for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years from primitive society to today. Their blood has a natural suppression of war horses.
Their small eyes were staring at the furious horses. Some were even laughing, and some were singing nursery rhymes that they had harmonized with the foals in their childhood.
These war horses were suddenly deprived of their momentum. Even beasts have souls. They are also restricted by the rules set by Changshengtian!
War is all about momentum. Once the momentum is gone, the opportunity to fight is gone in an instant!
"Hahaha..." The soldier whose nose and mouth was bleeding laughed, "Cavalry? Hahaha... Such a good war horse was given to you cowards. How unfortunate is it for the horse?"
"You can't even charge through the cavalry or infantry positions. Your doomsday is today!"
"What the cavalry needs in a war is time. Without time, how can you fight our metal storm..."
If the cavalry cannot break through the infantry position, it means death. The ancient Mongolians understood this very well, so the ancient Mongolian cavalry was divided into two types. The most common was the ranger, which is the light cavalry.
Their purpose is not to rush into the formation but to rely on precise horse speed to cruise back and forth in front of the enemy's position, firing a hail of arrows, which is equivalent to the firepower output at this time.
The Mongols' conquest of Eurasia relied on the constant output of bow and arrow firepower by light cavalry, constantly consuming the lives and physical strength of their opponents.
Once the enemy's military formation becomes tired and confused, the heavy cavalry will launch a decisive charge, smashing the enemy's military formation with a hammer, and then all the light and heavy cavalry will turn into a pursuing killing brigade.
The battle behind is that the enemy flees in front, and the Mongols chase after him!
Therefore, the Mongols themselves know very well that the war horse is just a platform, and firepower output is the god of killing war on this platform.
Today, although the Ergun Camp did not have war horses, the Chinese instructors told them about the more powerful firepower output of the New World!
"Children of Changshengtian...Buddha is also protecting us...hold our position...this is the perfect time for us to harvest heads!"
Ta da da...ta da da...
In the cry of killing, Gatlin began the work of harvesting life at close range. The enemy was just a dozen steps in front of him, and the heavy machine gun position occupying the high slope began to fire without restriction.
The Ergun Battalion received ammunition support from several other camps, and the four heavy machine guns could output unlimited firepower at this moment.
The fire dragon moved slowly, and the rebel cavalry who were still fighting with the bayonet array in front of the position were mopped down layer by layer.
The grenades were thrown out one after another, exploding wherever there were crowds of people. The screams of the horses and the screams of the dying men made the leaders of the cavalry burst into tears!
They were discovered by the Guanwai Army just halfway through the charge. A round of heavy machine gun and grenade fire covered them, and at least 300 people died tragically on the way to the charge.
I thought that 700 cavalry could suppress 500 infantry. How could this not be impossible? As long as the formation is disrupted, Cao Futian's four thousand infantrymen will surge up like sea water. One life for another is a win in the end.
Isn't the point of a chaotic war just that there are more people fighting against fewer people?
But no one expected that seven hundred people could not rush through. That was seven hundred people plus seven hundred horses! Didn't you rush over?
The northern part of the position had already turned into a bad battle, but to the west, Cao Futian and the others did not notice anything strange. The moment the cavalry wave roared, the rebel infantry rushed up from the due west and south directions.
They also knew the principle of surrounding three towers and one, so they created a gap due east to allow these foreign troops to escape.
It's a pity that their wishful thinking was in vain. How could these four battalion leaders have the slightest intention of retreating? The Ergun Battalion alone blocked the charge of a thousand cavalry, so could the other battalion leaders retreat in the face of these infantrymen who were like idiots?
"Brothers! The Mongolian brothers on the banks of the Ergun River are showing off to us..."
"Can we still take half a step back? Camp Morgan...will fight to the death!"
"Men from Waixing'an, stand up...Nerchinsk camp...fight to the death!"
So far, three of the four elite battalion leaders have displayed their numbers, but the fourth one is still silent!
