The Outer Mongols in the darkness had muskets, but they were of no use. Instead, they all fired back with arrows.
But what is desperate is that it is unknown how many Outer Mongolians were killed by machine gun fire.
But one soldier after another on their side was shot down by arrows.
No one knows why!
In this tense and exciting situation, no one thinks about why.
Why can the Outer Mongolians see them, but they cannot see the Outer Mongolians!
In fact, if someone could calm down, they would understand.
A very simple principle of dark adaptation.
There had been bonfires here before, and many people had been getting used to the light, but rarely adapted to the darkness.
Even though the number of bonfires in the back was reduced a lot, once the gun was fired, the fire was radiating, and it was still difficult to solve the problem of dark adaptation in a short period of time.
On the contrary, even if they are far apart and blocked by wind and snow, the Mongolians can still judge the enemy's position through the flames emitted by their guns.
You don't need to be too precise, just shoot towards the area where the fire is flickering. If one arrow fails, just shoot a few more.
It's a pity that if they were stationed in the Central Plains, they would definitely build a searchlight somewhere.
It's a pity that they don't have the conditions to set up searchlights on the grassland. As for flares, they were indeed used during World War I.
But in China, flares are still a good item that is unpopular and hard to get, and they don't have it either.
Bang!
With a bang, a grenade thrown by a soldier in desperation triggered a burst of dazzling fire.
Now everyone finally saw the enemy's situation clearly.
people!
There are people everywhere!
And the distance is already very close!
Under the firelight, their mouths opened wide.
I saw the Mongols who were already very close, galloping on their horses and waving their sabers.
There is thick snow on the body, and the sheep felt hat on the head is flying when the horse is jumping.
The sword in his hand shone scarlet in the firelight.
Poof!
Poof!
Accompanied by the sound of blades breaking through bodies, the war horses kept galloping in front of the trench.
Each of these Outer Mongolians had amazing waist and abdominal strength. With the help of very skilled equestrian skills, they could reach half of their body to the bottom of the horse on one side just by clamping the horse's belly with their legs, and then they would cut with their hands and stand in the trench. Soldiers' necks.
One or two people may be killed, and they will soon be shot into sieves by the ensuing barrage.
But most of them have no time to care about anything else.
At present, there are very few soldiers who can maintain shooting stably.
When they saw the cavalry approaching, except for the machine gunners who were heavily protected and could output stably at the commanding heights, everyone else was almost paralyzed by this primitive fear.
A bloody fight was taking place in various areas of the twenty-mile defense line.
It's almost the same routine, using the cover of wind, snow and night to instantly weave in and out of various trenches, as if entering an uninhabited land.
There is still a lot of resistance, and the machine gunners in each camp are constantly outputting.
But this kind of output is very confusing and helpless.
Because when they discovered the enemy, they were already galloping in their own positions.
Shooting indiscriminately at this time requires great psychological pressure.
Some machine gunners were soft-hearted and fired on and off, but this would only speed up the fall of the position.
The opponent didn't even think about charging collectively, but charging freely, so looking at the position, there were cavalry everywhere.
During the hesitation, the machine gun turned around, and the hub in the middle was almost spinning. It killed many people, but there were enemies all around. In the end, he was also taken away by the cavalry who rushed into the position with a knife. .
Some positions are still being held, but with little success.
The cavalry is fighting with high mobility. When this position is washed away with blood, there is almost no resistance.
If it is found that gunfire is still loud in other places, the cavalry here will quickly rush to help.
Gradually, even the camp that was still strong gradually became mute under the attack from both sides.
At the same time, Captain Li, who was pointing at the map to draw cakes for Adjutant Zhou in the camp, was suddenly interrupted by a hurried summons.
"What's wrong?"
"Oops, sir! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack?!"
Seeing the anxious look on the messenger soldier's face in front of him, Li Jun's eyes lit up.
Well done!
"What's going on now? How many enemies are there? Which direction are you currently attacking?"
Li Jun quickly asked questions one after another.
Hearing this, the young messenger soldier was somewhat speechless.
Seeing the other party's hesitation, Li Jun frowned and said, "Say!"
"Sir, I am a messenger in the first battalion. The enemy...the number of enemies is unclear! But there are many! There are enemies everywhere! Our battalion commander said that we can no longer hold on and are in urgent need of support!"
The messenger gritted his teeth and quickly reported the report.
Nowadays, except for the Central Army and the direct armies under a few local tycoon warlords, almost no troops at the regiment level and below are equipped with radios.
Li Jun did have one and only one, and it was only equipped with a command post.
It is temporarily allocated by the superior to facilitate him to report to the superior in a timely manner.
Therefore, most of the time, whenever each company encounters any situation, it will quickly send designated personnel to conduct manpower reports and report them at all levels.
"First Battalion? It seems that these Mongolians are a little clever. They plan to attack the headquarters!"
Hearing this, Li Jun smiled instead, took out a cigarette from the drawer, lit it and took a deep breath. Now he was not in a hurry.
"Sir!"
Seeing this, the messenger from the first battalion was a little anxious. Their first battalion was in critical condition.
Almost instantly, several camps along the entire defense line that their battalion was responsible for were attacked simultaneously, and they were immediately stunned.
"alright!"
Li Jun waved to his adjutant on the side.
"Notify the nearby second and third battalions to send a company each to support the first battalion!
Oh no! Cover the first battalion's retreat to both sides. Since the purpose is the headquarters, I will give them an opening! "
It has to be said that the Outer Mongolians are still a bit clever, and they have figured out his headquarters quietly in the past few days.
A bit clever, but not much.
"Yes, sir!"
The adjutant gave a quick salute and hurried out of the headquarters.
After doing all this, the command headquarters returned to calm again.
Several staff officers also breathed a sigh of relief, with relaxed smiles on their faces.
They are relatively reassured about safety. After all, there is a support battalion and an equipment reinforcement company here.
Maybe the Outer Mongolians managed to tear open the defense line, but found that the firepower here was even stronger. I'm afraid they would be so angry that they would vomit blood, right?
"Captain Li, will something happen?"
Adjutant Zhou, who had been watching, felt vaguely that something was not going well and said worriedly.
"Haha! Adjutant Zhou has everything under control, and Adjutant Zhou, don't forget that this is the military!"
Li Jun smiled. These words shocked Adjutant Zhou and he quickly stopped saying anything.
The military must not overstep its authority, and Adjutant Zhou knew this.
Moreover, the question he just asked was against the rules. It's okay that this is the headquarters, but if the people below listen to it, it will seriously affect the morale of the army.
Thinking of this, he looked at Captain Li with even more conviction.
Commander Li seems to be very reliable!
