Chapter 451 Lancers!

There was no roar of artillery fire, only the bullets like the screams of death shuttled by, hitting the chest and abdomen of the soldiers, limbs, and even the head. Major Jordan's heart was dripping blood, but he could not retreat, roaring loudly to make the drum beat faster, so that the soldiers' steps could be bigger. A little earlier to enter the range, and a little earlier to get out of this situation of being beaten back.

"Rewind and load the bomb... Aim forward... Open fire! Backload! Packed! ..." The roar of the officers, accompanied by the silent and agile movements of the soldiers, loaded the ammunition in an orderly manner, pressed the mbs and fired again.

Pan Jinxian's mouth was still bent slightly, smiling like a little hooligan who wanted to collect protection fees, but his cold and blood-eating cruel eyes were like a murderous serious criminal. At this moment, his cold eyes were looking at the one who was still fighting hard, but every time he took a few steps, his companions would fall down. American soldiers. The reason why their muskets have a range of hundreds of meters longer than their opponents is that they use rifles.

And the bullets they use are all conical lead bullets, rather than the round bullets that are still widely used in this era, which greatly improves the hit rate and shooting distance of the tunnel gun in their hands. Of course, it also leads to a serious problem. The time to load ammunition is at least longer than that of ordinary flannel guns. Two-thirds of the time, that is to say, the opponent fired ten shots, and he could fire four shots, even the top gunner.

If it is on the battlefield in the field, relying on the number of troops and the number of shots to convert, the ordinary flaircraft gun not only dominates in terms of rate of fire, but more importantly, the process is much simpler than the rifling gun.

Therefore, in Western countries, except for a small number of excellent sharpshooters who use this kind of rifling gun, the standard weapons of ordinary soldiers are all flintlock guns without rifling.

Now, Pan Jinxian took advantage of his strengths and began to launch an attack after the opponent's range. After each group of soldiers finished shooting, they would retreat and give up their positions, leaving their comrades behind to continue to attack. It seems that this team did not move forward when attacking, but rhythmically. Retreating backwards.

In Jordan's roar, a flag was raised and waved in the position of the camp. Then, a rapid hooves came from the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. A cavalry went out of the mountain forest, and the snowy saber had been raised. The roar of the knight was accompanied by the sound of hooves like a drums. The hand swept away.

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Pan Jinxian, who saw the abnormal shape on the flank of the battlefield, did not even jump his eyelids and continued to command the troops to maintain a sense of rhythm and fight and retreat. Because this team of cavalry doesn't need him to do anything at all.

"It's our turn, brothers." Wu Qi reached out and touched his bare head, put on a helmet, straightened the thick and strong chest armor, pulled out the left wheel, and gave the order to attack to the 200 cavalry behind him who had been waiting impatiently.

"Gun Cavalry, attack!" With the roar, two hundred tall horses let go of their four hooves and began to run wildly. One hundred knights waved the snowy sword in their hands, while the other hundred knights took out the left wheel.

James has long lost the calmness and calmness at the beginning of the war. At this moment, his heart has been hung to his throat, as if he would stop at any time. The scientific and technological workers and miscellaneous servants around him are not much better, and their faces look strangely pale, originally leisurely. The chattered pipes had already been put away, and almost everyone picked up their guns and prepared to fight as a reserve team.

And when the cavalry appeared, the turbulent momentum had just been exchanged for their applause. The advance of one of the cavalry on the other side forced the cavalry, who originally intended to raid the target, could not help but change its direction and fearlessly rushed towards the enemy cavalry, which was more than twice as large.

James rubbed his fingers nervously. Both sides were cavalry, and it seemed that the number of Oriental cavalry far exceeded the enemy. More importantly, the enemy has only used one-third of its troops so far, and what about his side?

Looking at his companions who were trembling with guns, James had an ominous foreboding in his heart. Will this beautiful delta be our burial place?

Before he could finish his self-pity, when the cavalry in his sight were 200 meters apart, a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared in the Eastern Cavalry, and then a crisp and dense gunshot came to James's ear.

Looking at the sudden setback of the cavalry's assault, at least a dozen knights fell, James' pupils couldn't help shrinking to the needle eye.

"The Lancers?!" Someone beside James couldn't help shouting loudly at this moment.

"How is it possible to fight hard with cavalry with gun cavalry?" The other one also shouted loudly, but before the screams stopped, a row of white smoke spewed out again in the cavalry array of the other party, and more than a dozen knights and horses fell on the way to charge. In an instant, they were trampled to death by the heavy hoofs of the robe that caught up.

James stared in disbelief. My God..."

Once again, the gunshots and white smoke shattered James' fragile soul and also shattered the courage of the cavalry who were struggling to fight the enemy. It also shocked the soldiers of the American Army who were still moving forward according to their usual surnames.

At a short distance of 200 meters, if it is a flair gun, it can only be fired once at most. Even if you have a lot of flair guns on your body, throw them away after firing, and pull out a gun to aim. It still takes a lot of time, but the hands of the Oriental Lancers in front of you have been held flat, as if every time they are pulled. At the next trigger, there will be gods or ghosts who will quickly fill them with ammunition and fire again.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots... In the face of the endless rain of bullets of the other party, the hearts of the originally elite and high-spirited cavalry of the United States of America are as cold as hanging in the cold and windy snowy night of three or nine days.

Their eyes began to tremble in panic, and their hands holding swords were no longer as stable as steel. At this moment, some of them even hoped that it was just a nightmare. Unfortunately, these are all bloody realities.

Finally, the cavalry of both sides were about to touch the previous 70 or 80 meters away. The gun cavalry holding the left wheel had fired the bullets in the revolver at the fastest speed. Then, they pulled out the sword around their waist. The snow was as bright as the autumn water reflecting the cold sun in winter, facing the wind and slightly trembling blades, and the cicada wings were light. Fast buzzing.

Looking at the nearly half of the way down, in the end, he was weak and still bravely bumped out of the American cavalry among the enemy's horses. James' eyes were wet. What a brave soldier, but he fell under the terrible serial shooting of those despicable oriental gunmen. .

"Shoot! Free to shoot!" Major Jordan couldn't stand it any longer, because he had seen that the pace of the soldiers began to look messy, and their resolute expressions were also frightened. They had to give the order to start shooting at a distance of about 150 steps. At this time, fighting with the opponent was the best way to eliminate the fear of the soldiers.

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"These idiots, soldiers, continue to shoot, pay attention to the pace and distance, and drain their blood and lives. Victory will only belong to us, our Liang army!" Pan Jinxian had already withdrew the command knife from the sheath, began to call the name to the opposite side with his revolver, and roared loudly. Get the mortars ready!"

At this moment, they were like a group of people who had pushed open the door of the goddess of victory's boudoir, saw the half-covered jade body of the goddess who had just taken a bath, and the thugs full of teasing and charming smiles, and their hearts were full of indescribable excitement.

"It's another battle without any suspense." Zhu Ye patted the silky and smooth fur of the mount, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. From the beginning of the war to now, everything has not been out of their control. Although the Yankees are still struggling to the death, their defeat is only a matter of time, and it is calculated in minutes and seconds.

At this moment of the battle, it was time for the bayonets to turn red. The fierce gunfire of the cavalry and the fierce gunfire of the infantry sounded together. Once again, the dull roar was heard. Everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes. Soon, a group of fire appeared in the U.S. military teams.

This time, the merciless cannonball fell like raindrops. There was almost no interval. Major Jordan's hoarsing vocal cord could no longer make any sound. He didn't know whether the command knife in his hand was cut short by bullets or bullets.

His stiff body is like a weathered rock, standing in the cold wind and snow. All his fighting spirit has been stuffed back to his butt by this crazy gunfire. The chest that dares to face the enemy is no longer straight. [***]-type mentally retarded patients look at the flame of light among his companions. Bursting out, the torn flesh and cloth flew in all directions.

"God..." Major Jordan's lips trembled like the bleak leaves in the autumn wind. Despair, death, failure, and all the negative emotions gradually climbed up his fat-filled face.

The white flag, which was just inserted by He Ping in front of the camp, was blown fiercely by the wind mixed with the wind. The debris and destroyed artillery on the artillery positions that had not been cleaned up just now, as well as the bodies of the soldiers, looked extremely desolate at this moment.

Those non-combatants who were originally full of ** are now like a group of turkeys who are locked in a cage in the slaughterhouse, making a dying cry. James' trembling hands finally picked up his glasses and put them on, tidiing up his wrinkled clothes. He knew that at this moment, Death's sickle was approaching...

(to be continued)