Chapter 239 Riding Division

Two legs can't run on four feet!

I don't know when this sentence is almost a general consensus in the military community all over the world. Whether in the era of cold weapons or light weapons, it seems that the infantry encounters cavalry and can only be chased and killed.

But what's the truth?

The cavalry may start from Seng Lingerqin and the twisting army. After the arrival of the rear gun era, the fate of the cavalry's land king has ended.

For people, the biggest advantage of horses is the instant sprint, but this is the advantage of sprinting, not long-distance running. If the time is short, people can't run as much as horses, but if the time is long, horses can't compare with people. And the biggest reason is that people are supported by the will in the marching fashion. And the horse running is purely forced, and whether the horse will be influenced by people's will.

The textbook model of Huangpu Military Academy mentions that the will of infantry is better than the four hooves of cavalry!

For the 13th and 14th regiments, they had to run through the horses of the Qing army with their legs. When the Qing army surrounded the main force of the sixth division in 18 miles, the 13th and 14th regiments quietly drove out of Xi'an and rushed to the Ziwuling at the junction of Shaanxi and Gansu in the mountains and forests.

Ziwuling is at the junction of Shaanxi and Gansu, stretching for six or seven hundred miles from north to south. Ziwuling is densely forested and sparsely populated. More than a dozen of the two-way traffic ports in Shaanxi and Gansu provinces are the key points. In order to ensure that these key points are not lost, the teams left by Shengyun are all elite military teams.

But two days ago, when the two troops of the 13th and 14th regiments appeared in Ziwuling, the trail and some elite infantry charged with bayonets under the cover of the same machine guns and artillery after several rounds of shelling, the mountain road was changed. The Guangfu officers and soldiers stationed at the pass carefully prepared a multi-layer defense network composed of machine guns, deer rocks and mortars for the defeated soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

In the mountains and forests of Ziwuling, a team of scouts with submachine guns are moving in the mountains and forests. There are one or two sentries a kilometer behind them. This is to prevent the whole army of the reconnaissance team from being destroyed and no one wants to see. Once they are hit by the enemy, they will shoot signal bombs, so that the rear is ready and take them off their shoulders. Song Mingzhe silently walked under a tree and leaned on the rough trunk and gasped. The sweat of the bean fell from his forehead from time to time. The soldiers around him were most of breathless and drank water like him. They had left the position for two days. For the past two days, they have been searching for the disabled. Enemy.

The Qing army was defeated, but in just three days, Lu Hongtao took advantage of the chaos, ordered grain and grass, and forced the troops to retreat to surround the 18-mile shop. He intended to "completely annihire" the 300,000 Qing army of the Sixth Division and collapsed in an instant. In the past ten days, these defeated troops were chased by the Guangfu army in the land of Sanqin. "Fang, find this group of bastards, not I have to kill them!"

Thinking of the atrocities reported by the company commander when the army looted the countryside, Song Mingzhe scolded with hatred in his heart. At this time, a glimmer of warning suddenly stood up and raised his ears.

"Dad..."

"Boom!"

A series of gunfire came from the valley southeast of the woods.

That's right, it's the sound of gunfire!

"Prepare to fight!"

When running in the direction of the sound of gunfire, Song Mingzhe turned his head and shouted at his brother who was resting beside him.

The soldiers who were lying lazily on the ground. As soon as they heard the monitor's shouts and the guns coming from the air, they immediately jumped up and followed the monitor and ran to the southeast.

"Listen carefully to the sound of gunfire."

"It's really the sound of gunfire coming from the southeast. The sound of gunfire is dense enough. Can we find a large army of Qingbing?"

Zhao Youqian listened, with some joy on his face.

"Let's go and make sure. The gunshot seems to be a little strange. Maybe it's shooting over there?"

Song Mingzhe continued to run to the southeast as he spoke.

Zhao Youqian made a "walk" gesture to several soldiers behind him, and then rushed straight to the southeast of the mountain. When they climbed over a mountain, the gunfire was still very dense.

"Dad..."

As the gunfire became clearer and clearer, Song Mingzhe and his party had come to the top of the mountain, and deafening shouts came from the valley, accompanied by a burst of horseshoes.

"The machine gunner is ready, I'll go up and have a look first!"

When Song Mingzhe was more than ten meters away from the top of the mountain, he stopped to stop the brothers in the class and ordered softly.

Zhao Youqian didn't say anything but just nodded.

After bending down slightly, with the cover of weeds, Song Mingzhe quickly climbed to the top of the mountain with little effort. He came to the top of the mountain and crawled forward to the top of the mountain. The sight of his eyes on the mountain happened to be able to see the other side of the mountain. The next second, he was completely stunned.

Shock!

In addition to shock, there is more surprise!

Song Mingzhe felt that he had seen the most unforgettable scene in his life, so that he couldn't recover for a long time.

Cavalry!

He led his brother's cavalry to search in this Ziwuling, and now he appeared in front of him alive. In this valley, which was only one or two kilometers wide, it was completely shrouded in flying dust.

A vast cavalry in the valley waved a saber blooming in the sun, carrying heavy rifles on the battlefield. Their horse team was orderly, and the ranks were clearly eight people riding in the hustle and bustle of the dust. Thousands of horses galloped thousands of knives and waved the sabers staggered. From Song Mingzhe's position, the reflection of the saber was almost shaking, and he could see the battle going on in the valley.

Despite the sharpness of the knife, he still saw the eye-catching tricolor flag.

Is it our cavalry?

Song Mingzhe, who was surprised, pressed and didn't expect to meet the cavalry of the Guangfu Army here. At this time, they were waving sabers and tearing to pieces with the Qing cavalry in the valley. From afar, they kept shooting at the enemy in front of them with pistols. The enemy who fell to the ground from time to time seemed to prove their accurate shooting skills. .

The surging momentum and forward-looking impact are enough to frighten any enemy blocking the front. After hearing what the local people said about the power of the "Hezhou Horse Team", Song Mingzhe has imagined more than once what the Hezhou Horse Team is like. Imagine the scene of the cavalry charging, so that I can be more calm on the battlefield to kill all the damn bastards.

And the battle between the cavalry was staged in the valley in front of him, but when his blood was boiling, he had some fear in his heart for no reason. He could fully imagine that if these cavalry rushed towards him, he would be scared to pee.

At this time, in the valley, the First Cavalry Division of the Guangfu Army, a cavalry unit that was initially established by relying on captured war horses and sabers, would ride on horseback and shoot with wooden butts against their shoulders. When the pistol was replaced with a box of bullets, the Hezhou horse team was close at hand. The gun was just released, in the front row. The cavalry have pulled out their sabers one after another, which is the Chasik cavalry knife captured from the Cossack cavalry.

When they pulled out their sabers, the cavalry in the back row still followed the queue and pulled the trigger. In this valley, there was no room for a large army to maneuver. They chased for two days and finally ran to the front of these two thousand Hezhou cavalry. The reason for this was that their division commander intended to use the horse. The battle of "knife against horse and knife" ended the history of "Han people without riding".

"Kill!"

At this moment, Anliang, who was riding on horseback, seemed to have regained his martial arts after fleeing from 18 miles. The thousands of cavalry in front of him were chasing the nightmare of the Hezhou horse team. On the plain, they passed around the horse team and kept hitting the horse team from afar with foreign guns. It doesn't give them a chance to get in touch at all.

From the first day of encountering this Han cavalry, Ma Anliang has been looking forward to a dignified victory with a saber like now. There are only a few thousand cavalry of the restoration army, but he has 20,000 people. Even if he bites, he can bite them.

"The prophet is looking at you in the sky!"

In the roar, one big and one small two flood peaks collided in the valley. Song Mingzhe and others standing on the top of the mountain could clearly see that the brothers of the first cavalry division, at the moment of impact, the formation that seemed to form horns expanded to the other side of the valley, and two sharp bull knives and pistols came from the two wings of the Hezhou Horse Team. They marched at high speed, but the bull's head bumped into a horse team that was much larger than theirs. At the back of the bull's head, there was a horse team of about a thousand riders, standing motionless with a knife.

"That's the reserve team!"

Song Mingzhe said softly. When he picked up the monoculars and looked at the rear of the reserve team, he saw the cannon flames rising from time to time. It was the cavalry of the cavalry division. The cavalry artillery team was constantly firing shells at the middle, the tail of the Qing army and the reserve.

"Ban" monitor, do you think his team looks like a cow? I dare to see that the commander of the first cavalry division must be from the background of herd cattle! The cow's head is on the shelf, and the horns are desperately thorny from both sides. The ox's waist is waiting there, and the ox's tail is sweeping the flies!"

Although Zhao Youqian's description sounds a little rough, it is most appropriate to describe the battle in the valley.

In the valley, which is within the reach of the naked eye, there are scattered corpses of countless people and horses, or some war horses that have lost their owners, mourning in the dead bodies. The thick smoke rose in the valley and rose straight into the air. From the top of the mountain, it seems that the First Cavalry Division has occupied the peak. His two horns have been killed to the waist of the Qing army. Every time the Qing army wanted to rush the horns to the left and right, they were driven back by the cavalry of the first cavalry division with guns. Compared with pistols Yu Qing's military rifles may not be very powerful, but at close range, thousands of pistols are almost as powerful as hundreds of heavy machine guns.

"Okay!"

Yu Zhucheng, who had been observing the situation of the battlefield with a telescope, nodded heavily, with a little smile on his face. This valley was carefully prepared by him for the Hezhou Horse Team, and even the array of the cavalry was carefully prepared by him.

"Master, Zhao Pengda is in a hurry!"

"Let Zhao Pengda get such a fierce horse out of the cage and let him tear the horse team apart from the middle!"

After receiving the order, Zhao Pengda then threw the order to the order to the horse next horse. At the same time, he pulled out the saber from the right side of the saddle, and the snowy saber handed over a white light under the reflection of the sun.

"Brothers, ride a master! Forward"

When the original ox waist moved at this moment, their speed was not fast. If it was a charge, it was better to say that it was a rush march. This is the most basic common sense. You must not sprint until the moment of receiving the enemy. You must save horsepower, train the best horse, and only one horsepower to charge.

Just a distance of only 100 meters from the main battlefield, Zhao Pengda's right hand's Chasik cavalry knife had turned into a part of his arm, and his arm suddenly leaned to the sky.

"Long live..."

The cavalry of the First Cavalry Regiment roared at the same time with this order. This is a habit they learned from the Cossack cavalry. The addition of this new force only tilted the balance of the first cavalry division. The horse team, which was already exhausted, rushed into the battlefield in this new force. In an instant, it was divided into two sections. Although they charged with sabers, when they received the enemy, they often attacked with short guns. Only when they were close, the sabers would hit in the air.

The fierce battle between the two sides has come to an end in the evening. After nearly an hour of fierce battle, the few remaining Qing troops have fallen into the sea of cavalry, and Song Mingzhe on the mountain is still shocked by the layers of cold swords.

"Our cavalry won!"

When Zhao Youqian was talking, his voice was a little astringent.

"I'm a thief, this... the dog said, why don't we have cavalry in our sixth division?"

Song Mingzhe nodded silently. If there were cavalry, he would definitely be a cavalry. He would not be a cavalryman in his life, and he would be a cavalryman in his next life. Thinking so in his heart, his footsteps walked down the mountain.

Just as Song Mingzhe and a group of people walked down the mountain, the battle in the distance on the opposite side finally ended. The remaining cavalry soldiers rode across the battlefield. They searched carefully on the battlefield full of dead corpses for injured comrades-in-arms and undead enemies.

And there was also a group of scattered cavalry who were playing something with thousands of prisoners. Song Mingzhe in the distance saw several soldiers riding horses and driving more than a dozen prisoners into a circle with sabres, and then a fast horse rushed over in the distance. When it was dozens of meters away from the circle, a grenade suddenly came from the horse. The cavalry on their backs flew out, and the next moment, the grenades blew up more than a dozen prisoners. Similarly, some soldiers dispersed the prisoners. After they ran for a while, they rode horses and chased those people like cutting watermelons.

And more people lined up the prisoners in rows, put guns against their heads, and executed the prisoners numbly and unkindly. With the execution of the prisoners, only laughter echoed in the valley from time to time, the kind of luck in the voices of the soldiers after the victory. Laughter.

For them, this is just post-war entertainment or comfort for the death of comrades-in-arms! When Song Mingzhe and his party were greeted by the confirmed cavalry, several cavalry standing on the slope, an officer with a pistol, seemed to be comforting the wounded lying on the ground. Then the officer he saw bowed to a wounded man and took out the pistol.

The sound of gunfire!

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot sounded, and the gunshots echoed in the valley.

Song Mingzhe and Zhao Youqian looked at this scene in surprise. There were more than 30 wounded lying on the ground in front of the officer. Those people were still wearing the military uniforms of the Guangfu Army. These people were all seriously injured with broken hands and arms. He... What is he doing?

The officer seemed to be completing some task, bowing and shooting, and he was still saying something.

This scene made Song Mingzhe, Zhao Youqian and his party, who took "deep brotherhood, never give up" as their creed, surprised and angry, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

"Dog said, you bastard!"

While scolding, Song Mingzhe and Zhao had more than a dozen scouts rushed to the officer, but when they rushed, several horses suddenly rushed in front of them.

"This is the family matter of the first rider!"

When the second lieutenant on the horse's back spoke, there seemed to be a little tears in his eyes.

"I... I want to report to you, sir! You are killing your own people, he... They are by no means deserters!"

At this time, the gunshots sounded again. When each gunshot sounded, the second lieutenant on the horse's shoulders seemed to tremble.

"Tell him,"

The second lieutenant's painful expression became ferocious at this moment. He looked back at his comrade-in-arms beside him and shouted suddenly.

"Do you have deserters in the first riding division!"

"No!"

"Does the riding division have any wounded prisoners!"

"No!"

In an instant, Song Mingzhe was stunned, and he vaguely understood why all this was.

"Supplement... make up!"

The wounded man with a broken leg gasped at the officer who came to him. The officer bowed deeply, then bent down and picked up the wounded with his hand.

"Go well!"

"Long live the first rider!"

There was a gunshot in the last howling of the wounded! The dead wounded fell to the ground from the officer's arms. After a while, the officer stood up, and Song Mingzhe, Zhao Youqian and others heard their conversation. They watched the officer standing there and salute the wounded on the ground. The standard salute lasted for a few minutes!

The major seemed to see these strangers. When he looked at them, there was a bleak wry smile on his face.

"Outside the gate, riding a division, there is no wounded prisoner. There is no prisoner in the past, and there will be no one now or in the future!"

"Riding a division!"

"Long live!"

In the bald and scorched valley destroyed by the flames of war, Song Mingzhe saw the officer's lonely slender back and drooping head in a gray military hat when he left.

A soldier led the horse to him. He turned his horse over and flew towards his cavalry without looking back. And not far away, there seemed to be cavalry waiting for him.

"Riding a division!"

"Long live!"

The horses running east and west between the thick columns of smoke, accompanied by the shouts of the officer, the galloping cavalry, raised the saber in their hands and repeated the slogan over and over again.

"Riding First Division..."

Song Mingzhe, who muttered, was stunned by what he saw and heard, and he kept muttering for a long time.

"This... This is not outside the customs, it's not outside the customs! They...they still have salvation...and salvation..."

(to be continued)