Chapter 819 Who robs whom? Continue

The Bucks received the order to bring people to hide themselves. To put it bluntly, they would rest on the spot after dismounting. They didn't have to worry about the hidden issues. They carried 200 four-wheeled carriages, connected the carriages together, surrounded the Bucks' cavalry and artillery companies, and became a fortress behind the team. As for the team's personnel, the four infantry companies made full use of the hour when the opponents gathered. The engineers danced and the barbed wire were erected. The trench was not deep, but the digging of soil and a barbed wire with a suitable distance became the hell of the Indian cavalry.

There was an error in Luda's judgment. When the main force of the Cologne horseman appeared, there was no movement of the cavalry on the right. Instead, on the left, there were three thousand cavalrymen, looking down at the Ming army that looked panicked on the plain.

Gomat was so excited that his whole body was trembling. His name as the number one warrior must be confirmed this time. When he ate these main players of the Orientals were going to the camp, countless fine wine and beauties were summoning him.

The horse felt the owner's excitement and continued to step with excitement. Gomatt reached out and touched the horse's neck: "But, don't worry, wait for the front brigade to come forward before talking."

The Cologne horsemen on the front began to press forward, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Lu Da sneered in dissatisfaction with the Indians who could play side-strike tactics. What he wanted was not defeat, but annihilation! Especially the Indian cavalry on the left, the part that had to be eliminated. If they were defeated, they all ran away. How could the Marine Corps, which used carriages as transportation tools, chased?

"Enter the range, 1,500 meters, 1,000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters..." The phone call from the artillery position came. Luda held the phone and heard the artillery company commander in the interior report. In the end, he was almost crying, and Luda refused to order the artillery bombardment. The Indians on the front had approached 500 meters, and Gomat on Gaogang finally moved. When Luda saw this scene, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "The artillery aimed at the cavalry on the flanks, put them within 500 meters before firing." After hanging up the phone, he looked at the first attack wave of the main Indian infantry on the front, which had entered a distance of 400 meters.

Lu Da said to himself helplessly: "You really can't underestimate the Indians. The war is very organized." As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Da couldn't close his mouth. This was a change of speed. As a commando of five or six hundred people shouted and ran forward, the Indian brigade a thousand meters away also moved. What about the promised attack? Looking at the left side, the cavalry also moved. This was really a praising them wrong. He took out the wine pot and ate beautifully. Lu Da strode to the front line of a row of square formations. As an officer, he had to stand on the front line. This was strictly required in class during the military academy. In fact, there is no need for equipment now, but this tradition has been preserved. Even though the equipment has improved a lot, it still has not changed.

"Accurate shooter, find the target freely!" After giving this order, the precise rider hidden in the carriage pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang, crisp gunfire sounds one after another, and Indian soldiers were constantly knocked to the ground. This level of casualties could not arouse the Indians' vigilance. After entering a hundred meters, the sound of screaming suddenly increased. The Indian warriors in the sudden began to exert force and accelerate. At this time, the elite cavalry led by Gomat also began to trot and speed up.

"Craft the gun, fire!" Lu Da finally issued an order to open fire. If the nervous soldiers had not been for strict military discipline, they would have been unable to withstand the pressure of thousands of people rushing over the opposite side, firing in advance. The moment the order was ordered, many people closed their eyes and pulled the trigger, aiming and other things were really unnecessary.

It was so vicious to open fire at this distance, especially the four Mengdini machine guns that were ready to go have not fired yet, but they just aimed the muzzle at the cavalry on the left. Three infantry companies were deployed on the front, which means at least four hundred rifles were shooting. The third-stage shooting and other things had long been eliminated. The firing rate of the rear-mounted rifle does not require any three-stage shooting at all, and it can still produce an uninterrupted effect.

The intensity of gunfire was like the sound of firecrackers around 12 o'clock on New Year's Eve. The nervous soldiers slowly calmed down after the first shot was fired. They kept repeating the movements of training countless times, firing, taking a step back, opening the bolt, loading bullets, aiming, and shooting. The entire battle became more and more calm, and then looking at the Indians on the opposite side?

The Indians who were washing forward like a tide were like hitting an invisible wall. Although the hideous faces were within a range of less than a hundred meters. However, the effort they tried to rush in front was like a snail climbing slowly. Every time a meter forward of the front line would fall down a large number of people.

The wind blowing from the continent on the left quickly spread the rising smoke, which also brought about a dense sound of horse hooves. The artillery soldiers who were waiting for the battle finally had the opportunity to open fire.

Gomat clearly saw his compatriots falling down in front of the dense squadrons, and he was anxious. If it weren't for the inappropriate sprint distance, he would have accelerated long ago. Just as he tried hard to pull the horse and started to speed up with all his might, thunder sounded. Behind the carriage wall was not only shells, but also behind the drawn baffle, the figure of the dead Mengdini machine gun was exposed. At a distance of 500 meters, the cavalry began to accelerate. It was too cruel to start the fight at this time.

The six 75 mountain cannons that had not been fired for a long time were fired rapidly at the cavalry led by Gomat. The rumbling explosion sounded, and the smoke and dust rose like pillars. The Montini machine gun was like sweeping the floor. A fire sickle went over and tear a breath. The strong smell of blood came with the wind and became disgusting after entering the nose.

The buck who was lying behind the carriage was already stunned. Although he knew that the Ming people were very powerful and had tasted it, standing by the Ming people watching a massacre and standing among the massacres were completely different concepts.

"Damn Oriental!" Gomat accelerated desperately. When he picked up the bow and arrow to aim, a huge force suddenly appeared on his chest. Gomat was soaring into the air. The last scene of the housekeeper was a blood hole in his chest.

The cavalry sprinting at high speed had no room to hide, and could only keep moving forward. When Gomat was knocked down, a group of war horses hit the head of the barbed wire. The people on the horse's back flew up and fell hard behind the trench, and more war horses also hit. A knight cleverly controlled the war horses to fly over the barbed wire. When he landed on the ground, he realized that it was better to hit the ground. There was a ditch waiting in front of the horse's hooves.

The fourth company soldiers hidden in the carriage raised their guns to shoot at this time. The Indians who were lucky enough to rush across the trench were named one by one at less than fifty meters away. One by one, the Indians who struggled to stand up became blood gourds. The front was dead, and the back could not be better. The artillery that was holding the broken artillery continued to set off a wall of fire at a distance of five hundred meters. The subsequent Indian cavalry were constantly blown up and shattered.

The gun barrels were red, and the artillery stopped, picked up a wet cloth to wipe and cool down, and the tube would explode. The Montini machine gun also stopped firing. After firing for half an hour, the barrel looked like a red iron.

Just when the artillery and machine gunners were anxious, the Indian cavalry had already begun to turn their horses and run away. In the past half hour, at least 1,500 people were left behind. The fighting spirit of the Indian cavalry was completely destroyed. When the cavalry was running around with a scattered cavalry, the buck heard the greeting: "Buck, attack!"

The Navajos in groups of two quickly pushed away the carriage blocking behind. The torrents rushed out, and without waiting for them to come out quickly. The Bucks rushed out with more than a hundred men under their command, circled from behind, and chased the escaped Cologne cavalry.

This is the task Luda gave him, biting the broken cavalry and destroying them as much as possible.

The cavalry ran away, and the Indian infantry, who had been struggling for more than 40 minutes, could not hold on. The cavalry was their last hope, so even if the casualties were very large, these Indians continued to rush forward, hoping that the cavalry could rush in and chopped up the Orientals like killing chickens with machetes.

The Indians who lost their fighting spirit still chose to turn around and run even though they had less than half of their troops. The chaotic formations during the attack were even more chaotic when retreating. Some were still moving forward and there were many people who bumped forward and backward. The volleyballs kept ringing, and people kept falling down. On the battlefield where the god of death was everywhere, the Indians' fanaticism cooled rapidly, and finally turned into fear.

Put away the command knife, grab the rifle beside him, and Lu Da, who was equipped with a bayonet, shouted loudly: "Get the bayonet and fight back!"

Crossing the trench and over the barbed wire covered with a hill made of corpses, the entire Marines attacked and chased the Cologne horseman with bayonets. Lu Da, who was rushing in the front, soon caught up with a Cologne horseman who was behind. The bayonet stabbed into the back with a gust of blood. With a gust, the blood gushed out as the bayonets were pulled out.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The shouts of killing were shocking, and the Cologne horses were constantly being chased and stabbed to the ground by bayonets.

The battlefield was full of similar scenes. On one side were the Cologne horsemen who were escaping in a panic, and on the other side were the murderous Marines who were chasing bayonets.

Li Heng, holding a cup of hot tea, sat on the folded stool, squinted his eyes and watched the fierce battle, finally stood up, patted his butt and said, "Send the order, let the baggage company clean the battlefield."

Luda's pursuit stopped in just ten minutes. The correspondent hugged him tightly and shouted: "Battery Commander, you have to command the battle." Luda glared at him unhappily, and looked at the many flattering scattered on the flanks, and his eyes lit up immediately. (To be continued.)
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