Chapter 427 This is the era of iron and fire, this is our era!

Wu Ping firmly remembered the words of Chen Xiaoyang, the battalion commander of the Marine Corps, who had been with him when he was testing the gun. Therefore, he greeted him face to face at the beginning. When the two sides were about 200 steps away, Wu Ping's head was on end, and the rebel cavalry began to turn here, as if they were afraid of those who were rushing. , the Mongolian cavalry who are aggressive and insisting on revenge.

Their turning side really aroused the morale of the Mongolian cavalry. They shouted and scolded, waved the machete in their hands, and rushed fiercely. Just as the distance between the two sides was about a hundred steps, the sound of gunfire suddenly sounded, and those who rushed to the Yijun cavalry in the front of the wind and snow. Mongolian cavalry fell to the ground one after another.

"It's that kind of ghost again, damn it!" The counselor said that Gude couldn't help chilling. He strangled the horse's head, roared angrily, and cut a few knives at the wind and snow in the air, as if he wanted to vent the anger and helplessness accumulated in his chest.

"Ring up and pestering them, don't give them a chance to load." The Mongolian cavalry shouted, trying to urge the cavalry under them to chase the seemingly embarrassed rebel cavalry.

Shi Xianggu still stood proudly in the wind and snow, calmly paying attention to what happened on the battlefield, just two miles away, just outside the battlefield of life and death under the cliff. Because of the sudden appearance of the rebel cavalry, it began to make the Mongolian cavalry hesitate, and it was so indifferent. He went to die at a price, or turned around and swallowed the rebel cavalry, and then quietly disappeared and disappeared in the distance to lick and wipe his wounds.

The cavalry was very cunning. They always counted with those who ran wildly and experienced several times of horsepower. The horse-tired Mongolian cavalry circled around the open ground, and the revolvers in their hands could make them easily control the rein with one hand, aiming with the other, and flashing with that one. The bright metal bullets harvested the lives of the Mongolian cavalry who dared to approach.

The hearts of the Mongolian cavalry are full of a lot of helplessness and anger. If it hadn't been for the continuous rush to let their riders reach the limit, if it hadn't been for the deputy Tenger's intention to be greedy, it was too arrogant. They hurriedly launched an attack before ascertaining the opponent's strength. Today, they could not be like This embarrassment, the enemy in front of him, is like the reef that can't stand down even by the storm.

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And behind, the cavalry was like a group of annoying blood-sucking bats, buzzing around, treating the Mongolian cavalry as a piece of delicious cheese. From time to time, they passed by, bit and dug a slot, making life painful, but they couldn't catch up with it.

"It's almost done. There are too few rebel cavalry, and I don't want them to have too many casualties. Tell the soldiers that there is no need to stay and fight back! Order the artillery battalion to extend the shooting!" After Shi Xianggu put down the telescope hanging on her chest, she gave the final order.

The Mongolian cavalry, who originally slapped the defensive positions of the soldiers in black like the waves hitting the sea rock, suddenly found that the pressure was light, and the bullets fired by the other party seemed to have stopped, and they were much sparse. They couldn't help but be overjoyed. They howled repeatedly, waving a machete, and urged the riders under them. The intention was to break the enemy in one fell swoop, and at this time, a large number of almost countless grenades suddenly emerged from the defensive position of the man in black, floated into the air, and then fell...

Dibbly, the loud and passionate charge finally blew, through the roaring wind and snow, resounding through the wilderness. The fierce counterattack suddenly started, and countless grenades were thrown at the Mongolian cavalry who were stunned by their counterattack. More people raised their swords, clenched the left wheel, rushed out of the trench, and rushed to the already frightened Mongolian cavalry.

They are soldiers, the proudest and bravest soldiers in the world. As long as they have the strength to hold the knife and gun in their hands, as long as they hear the loud charge, they will rush forward. Even if the opponent is a cavalry, even if the opponent is armed to the teeth, they are confident that they can crush the enemy. At my feet.

It was a little difficult to walk by the corpses of the robe and the war horse. Among the Mongolian cavalry who had lost their speed, there were also men who were not afraid of death. They either jumped off the war horse with bows and arrows, danced the machete, and waited for the opponent to approach.

But the other party lacked the courage to knife face to face with them. Unexpectedly, he used that damn fire to shoot first, then made up a knife, then pulled out the plasma-wrapped sword and continued to move forward to the next goal. Later, grenades continued to throw at the Mongolian cavalry, and the gunfire When he began to shoot, the snow became heavier and stronger, and the wind became stronger and stronger. After all, it was a dazzling cold white. However, on the battlefield of the two sides, the blood color was mixed with the black mud dug up. Looking down from the sky, it was like a clean white napkin, wrapped in a ball of ket sauce and chocolate syrup, showing It has to be so ugly.

At this time, the Mongols have begun to panic. The terrible lethality of those cannonballs and grenades that make people die without a whole body, as well as the fire gun in the hands of those despicable Han people who seem to never stop shooting. More importantly, those black Han people are exquisite and not The knife that lost, as well as their same, even more fierce and fearless fighting spirit, have scraped their pride engraved in their bones with a sword.

Cavalry is the fastest moving class in the world at present, whether it is attacking, retreating or escaping. Now, the Mongolian cavalry who have lost all their fighting spirit is dispersing, like a group of headless flies, fleeing in a panic.

"The artillery battalion will stop shooting immediately! At this time, there is no need to waste ammunition. Seeing this scene, Shi Xianggu exhaled slowly. She hadn't moved for a long time, and her stiff body finally relaxed. And a thick and warm cloak wrapped her tightly in the hands of her close guard captain Xiaobai.

"Miss, it's a pity that we can't anniperate this Mongolian cavalry." Xiaobai looked at the Mongolians who were collapsing around. At this time, even the Mongolian cavalry that was chasing the rebel cavalry just now joined the retreat, running up and down the river one after another, and were no longer willing to look back.

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"It's nothing to let them live. Anyway, we have let them know our power, which is equivalent to a lingering cloud in the hearts of their proud Mongolians, so that they can understand that the world is no longer the era of riding and shooting the world. It is the era of iron and fire. It's me. Our era." Shi Xianggu's eyes turned to the north, as if she could penetrate the barrier of mountains and rivers, and saw the dragon flag of the Qing Dynasty shivering in the cold wind. This wind and snow will not only herald the arrival of severe winter, but also herald that the end of the Qing court is not far away.

This old empire will eventually collapse in front of our eyes, and in the near future. When Shi Xianggu thought of her husband's words, the corners of her mouth bent slightly, and the cold and frosty face showed a trace of tenderness, like the tender buds that came out of the gap between the ice and snow, extra delicate and eye-catching.

"Miss, are you thinking about Master Liang again?" Xiao Bai covered her lips and smiled. Shi Xianggu couldn't help blushing slightly and glanced around. Fortunately, the people around her didn't pay attention to the strangeness here. You girl, you have been married, and you don't have a formality.

"Well, anyway, I'm like this. I didn't learn from you, and the scholar didn't dare to care about me." Xiaobai raised his pretty face and looked lustful. He had been married to the white book for half a year. However, the surname that was born out of life has not changed at all.

Shi Xianggu could only shake her head, wrap herself in a cloak, and walk down the cliff. For her, the battle is over. Now what she is thinking about is how to safely escort these people to Haifeng, and then board the ship and set sail. I believe that at this time, Zhu Yu has mobilized enough ships to wait for the arrival of these people in Haifeng. .

Shi Xianggu is not worried about the safety of Haifeng, because as long as the surrounding dense intelligence personnel find a little abnormality, they will return the news, and the warships of the First Fleet can enter Haifeng at any time. With a strong navy as cover, Shi Xianggu does not think that the Qing army in Shandong has any ability to destroy this time. Action.

Three days later, the hurried Qing officers and soldiers finally arrived at the Xuanhui River and looked at the corpses of the Mongolian cavalry that had been frozen as hard as iron from the snow. The minds of almost all the Qing army with 70,000 people were shrouded in a cloud.

"Marshal, a total of more than 1,500 corpses of Mongolian cavalry have been found on this beach. In addition, there are many... many amputated arms that can no longer be distinguished. It is estimated that the number of casualties is not less than 2,000." A member of the general stepped into the temporary tent of the Chinese army and respectfully reported to the thin and handsome middle-aged commander. The last general also specially asked people to check the battlefield. There are indeed many deep pits, such as the effect of flowering bombs, but... The last general thought that at least more than 20 pounds of flowering bullets might be able to be caused.

And this coach, if Liang Pengfei was here, he would definitely recognize that it was He Shen's own brother and Lin. After hearing the report from his subordinates, He Lin just raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the old crotch beside him, and the marching counselor minister Yongbao.

(to be continued)