"Master! You are so smart!"
Hearing Li Shuiwa's response, the boy next to him hurriedly praised in a low voice.
"That's right! I thought we didn't know the difference between a beard and a thieves. These Northeastern guys are good at horseback riding and marksmanship. They usually shoot one person at a time.
If it is Shandong thieves, it will be difficult to deal with, and those guys are also very good at swordsmanship.
Anyway, let’s be careful and we won’t make any big mistakes! "
Li Shuiwa also smiled, of course he couldn't go down.
Who in the world doesn't know that Li Shuiwa cherishes his life? This group of people had no guns or knives in their hands. If they wanted to kill him, the only way they could do it was to get close.
This group of people are riding horses again. Once they get down, they will not be able to carry any guns.
After all, so many people were charging on horseback. In this panic, it was a problem to hit anyone. Even if they ran, they couldn't outrun this group of people on horseback.
"Hey, Master, you are too tall. We brothers are all swordsmen. It would be fine if these people really join us.
If you want to cause trouble, whether it's playing with guns or knives, we will defeat them to death! "
At the same time, Zhao Ming was also in trouble when he heard Li Shuiwa's words.
This bandit Li Shuiwa is a bandit, but he is really not stupid and he is very wary. It will be difficult to take his head in a short time.
"Master Li! Brother wants to borrow something from you!"
At this moment, Zhao Ming suddenly spoke.
"Borrow something? What thing?"
"Your head! Kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ming took the lead and charged forward.
After hearing this, Li Shuiwa, who was above, was still a little confused.
Shouldn't you say this when you get close? You are below, twenty or thirty meters away, and you start charging in the opposite direction. What is going on?
But Li Shuiwa soon realized that this mother was here to cause trouble.
"Shoot! Shoot! Damn it, hit me on the head, kill them!"
Li Shuiwa's voice was too late. As soon as Zhao Ming finished speaking, he had already slashed the horse's butt with his knife.
The horse begins to gain speed rapidly in a very short period of time.
Directly in front of the city was a straight and wide street. Because it was night, the shops on the street were closed, and there were only three to four hundred standing on the street to guard against the knife bandits.
This group of knife bandits didn't expect that the brothers in front of them were so ungrateful and would fall out with each other whenever they wanted.
When they watched the city gate open, they all put down their guns and chatted with their brothers next to them.
The horses charged, and they were frightened and wanted to grab their guns. However, the cavalry was too fast and ran wildly. Zhao Ming, who was in the lead, rushed forward and chopped down one person with a single blow.
Before the man even lifted his gun, blood was already spilled on the spot.
The cavalry that followed them also charged like wild bulls. These swordsmen didn't stand, let alone formed a formation. The cavalry rushed into the crowd like a meat grinder, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and miserable howls.
The knife bandit behind had enough time, so he picked up his gun and shot. However, the first shot missed because he was trembling with fear.
When several people were shot, some shot down one person, but some shot missed. The other person staggered, and then he still slashed the sword again without any scruples and continued to charge forward.
As everyone knows, the clothes of Zhao Ming and the others are a bit torn, but they are by no means comparable to the thin military uniforms.
If you look carefully, you can see that everyone is sweating profusely and looks extremely bloated.
The clothes of these victims were very warm and thick. Because they had not been washed for a long time, coupled with long-term hunger, their body temperature dropped seriously and they were afraid of the cold.
Therefore, the clothes of the victims were all those kind of jackets. With the accumulation of sweat and dirt every day, one piece alone weighed no less than three or four kilograms.
And now each person wears two sets, which increases the resistance even more.
Some of the guns among these bandits were made in Hanyang and were considered good things, but some were just local guns.
Don't expect guns to be worthless these days, don't think that Hanyang-made ones are too clunky or old-fashioned.
The fact is that many local armies cannot guarantee that every soldier under their command can obtain Hanyang-made weapons.
The ones that are worse off, for example, the Sichuan Army is probably carrying something from the last century, a long-barred gun that weighs dozens of kilograms. It is difficult to launch and load, and its power and accuracy are extremely limited. .
Naturally, people like Li Shuiwa don't have good equipment.
The only good things are those made by the old Hanyang that were eliminated from the previous batches decades ago.
The power of Hanyang was still strong enough, and even thick clothes could not withstand a single shot. Therefore, as the number of gunshots increased, the casualties gradually increased.
The main source of gunfire was the bandit defenders on the city wall.
Li Shuiwa jumped angrily at this time.
I treat these dog-like things so well, but they are really a bunch of white-eyed wolves.
And what is the situation on the frontal battlefield?
One-sided, completely crushed.
Zhao Ming led the way, and Monkey Dashan led the brothers to the left and right. Viewed from above, it looked like an awl formed by the flow of people, punching through the opposite side.
Zhao Ming dared to use cavalry to suppress the bandits without firearms, so he was naturally confident.
If I remember correctly, in the last cavalry charge of World War II, the Savoan Cavalry Regiment only had more than 600 people.
With the shining saber, he directly chopped down an entire Soviet regiment and turned them upside down.
At that time, the Savoia Cavalry Regiment had to face even worse conditions than what Zhao Ming faced at this time.
Among the Soviet camp are Maxim heavy machine guns, Bobosha submachine guns, DP28 light machine guns, and semi-automatic rifles.
Any of these automated ordnance, if chosen at random, is something that cavalry would never dare to provoke.
However, under the charge of the Savoia Cavalry Regiment, these Soviet troops were the first to break through the defenses, and they were the first to lose their nerve and began to collapse.
Although that night attack was also carried out when the Soviet army was unprepared, it is undeniable that once the opponent reacts and calms down a little, it will complete the harvest of automated weapons.
But without any ifs, the Savoia Cavalry Regiment took the high ground in its hands at the cost of only thirty-two lives, fifty-two wounded, and hundreds of horses.
But that modern army lost 150 people killed, 300 wounded, and 600 soldiers were captured on the spot.
It is estimated that the developers of these modern weapons never dreamed that the killing machines they developed would one day be defeated by the ancient tactics of cavalry.
It can only be said that what defeated the enemy this time was not weapons and tactics, but people's hearts.
This also shows that the intimidating power of the cavalry is extremely terrifying. As a large number of cavalry charge, the suspense, the earth trembling, and the fear like a wall being pushed in, ordinary people can easily collapse psychologically.
The Soviet army back then was a modern professional army. Even so, they couldn't help but collapse.
At this time, how could this group of bandits, who were used to fighting against the odds, be able to withstand this kind of fear.
On the frontal battlefield, only two rounds of gunshots were fired, and a large number of people began to flee backwards.
Some even threw away the firearms in their hands, with panic on their faces.
Fear permeates the whole body!
