The obviously unusual body breaking sound was very harsh.
The sound of arrows breaking through the body and bullets breaking through the body is a muffled sound, but it is the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.
"Ah!~"
There were screams that nearly pierced the eardrums, as well as the sound of spears piercing flesh and blood and piercing the ground.
Kahe turned around and saw a horrifying scene.
As the spears fell, nearly fifty or sixty people were pierced by the spears.
The spears pinned them to the ground like prey. Some people only penetrated the abdomen and were still struggling, but the harder they struggled, the faster the blood flowed.
This kind of penetrating injury, even if it doesn't hit the vital point, is almost hopeless.
This scene is primitive and brutal, with a bloody visual impact.
The rushing movements of many people behind suddenly stopped, and some reacted in time and quickly reined in the horse rope to avoid this group of people.
But one by one, anyone who sees this miserable situation will turn a little pale.
The high morale that was originally roaring with excitement seemed to have suddenly stalled at this moment.
"Go, go, go! Don't stop! The more this happens, the more we must avenge our dead people!"
Seeing that Kahe's little tactical prowess was left reminded him that he must gather morale as soon as possible.
The effect is a bit, but not huge.
With a rapid charge, the sound of wind and the sound of a large number of horse hooves, his roar was blown away like the wind.
Disturbed by this brutal scene, many of them forgot about the third salvo. On the other hand, the third salvo from the opposite side had already arrived.
Bang bang bang!
Another dense rain of bullets came, and dozens of people fell off their horses under the smoke.
There was a commotion in the Outer Mongolia cavalry formation directly opposite the Zhensong Army.
The Zhensong Army focused its long-range strikes on this area. Under successive strikes, the morale of the cavalry area directly opposite dropped to freezing point.
When they came to their senses, the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters.
Within their field of vision, the opponent had put down his gun and drawn out his long knife.
Seeing this, they felt relieved, the distance was still enough.
Then he quickly put down his bow or spear and pulled out the long knife in his leather bag to prepare for hand-to-hand combat.
But when they drew their swords, they were confused to see that the other party had already swung the sword in advance.
This distance? ....
The next moment, poof! Phew! Phew!
The sound of broken bodies sounded again, as if this sound was the theme of the night.
Flesh and blood flew, and hot blood shot out with heat.
With a wave of slashes, the first row of soldiers suppressing Song quickly dragged their swords away under the power of their horse power. Without even looking at the enemy, they continued to swing their swords and charged up to target the enemies in the second row.
This scene may be a bit abstract.
But it can be imagined that the Zhensong Army was like a large truck speeding at high speed.
The sword in the hands of the Zhensong Army was like the wheels of a large truck speeding down. Once a charge is launched, the enemy in front of him is like being caught in the wheels of a cart, and is ruthlessly crushed before he can react.
There are many masters of swordsmanship among the Outer Mongolians, and there are also some good swordsmen who have seen through the little tricks of kicking and dragging the sword.
I deliberately estimated the starting distance during the period, but when I encountered this style of play for the first time, most of them were defeated by the erratic distance.
There was also someone who by chance took the lead and struck down a brother from the Zhensong Army. As a result, his knife seemed to have been cut into the sand. The force of the cut was completely dissipated before it penetrated very deep.
Horrified, he wanted to draw his knife and strike again, but the two of them had already passed each other.
This man was a little disappointed but he breathed a sigh of relief. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the second row of Zhensong soldiers killed him with a single blow to his head.
The first row is a sieve, and the second row is also a second sieve. It must be ensured that after several waves, no gaps will be left along the way, and it will be penetrated in the true sense.
At this time, the leader of the Katiu flag, who was on the flank, also turned around and saw this scene. His horse was tall enough, and he could see it clearly even though he was tall.
The gray-green troops were like a gray-green arrow inserted straight into the heart of our own army, and they drove straight in without encountering any obstacles wherever they passed.
It's like a meat grinder, directly tearing apart all enemies in front of it.
"Flank me on the left and right! Double-team me from behind! You want to charge at me so much that you can't stop for a moment!"
After roaring, it seemed that shouting was useless, so Kahe hurriedly made another gesture.
Soon the cavalry on the left and right wings began to move forward while circling the flanks, preparing to circle directly behind and flank the Zhensong Army who was preparing to penetrate the formation.
Kaqiu's idea is very simple. Since it is so fierce, you will not be able to stop for a moment.
After all, after a wave of charges, there was a time for the two sides to adjust their formations and take a breather while exchanging positions.
And Kaqiu wanted to beat this time difference, one wave after another, making the opponent exhausted.
But at this moment, he didn't see that the Zhensong Army had erected a flag that should have been white, but was red because it was soaked in blood.
As the red flag was waved a few times in the designated direction, more than 800 cavalry units hidden in the two camps and ready to go began to leave the camp one after another.
At first, the speed was not fast. Katyu's left and right wings were busy grasping the fighter planes, looking either directly ahead or in the direction of the Zhensong Army. However, they did not pay attention to the cavalry approaching silently from both sides.
It's not that the two cavalrymen didn't move, but there were so many hoofbeats, wind noises, and shouts of killing that one could not notice the hoofbeats hundreds of meters away.
Following Darhan, Maoming'an's cavalry approached to within 200 meters. Only then did someone notice the abnormality on the flank.
"Young Flag Master! Young Flag Master! Oops! Enemies! There are enemies on our flanks!"
A warrior of the Khalkha tribe kept shouting as he increased his horse speed and approached the Khalkha tribe.
After shouting several times, Kahe just heard the movement. When he turned around, his expression suddenly changed.
At this time, the distance between the two sides has reached less than 150 meters.
After all, Kahe was a young man and had not experienced a few actual battles. He could usually play war in the tribe, but in such a tense and exciting situation on the real battlefield, his mind went blank for a while.
By the time he reacted, the enemy on the flank was already about a hundred meters away.
And when he spoke his first words, he was doomed to fail this time, "Turn! Turn! Stop them!!!"
Kahe is located on the left wing. Opposite it is the Darhan section of Baoshan.
Seeing that Kahe's left-wing Mongolian cavalry began to turn hastily, he was stunned, and then he looked overjoyed.
Stupid!
Regardless of whether it is discovered early or late, when encountering a cavalry charge from the flank, the best way is to continue to charge forward regardless.
They would rather ignore the friendly forces in the middle and temporarily leave the main battlefield. When the time comes, they will be in an invincible position whether they continue to fight or withdraw.
On the other hand, is it now a hundred meters away?
Of course it takes two legs to walk a long way, but for a four-legged horse, it really only takes a moment.
To allow these hundreds of cavalry to complete the turn in such a short time and to rush to meet the enemy is no less than seeking death!
