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Chapter 235 Riding Battle! (Subscribe! Monthly pass!)

When a row of at least 100 submachine guns was leveled more than 50 meters away, the muzzle sprayed out a torrent of hot metal that could make the eyes burn.

Fujiwara, who nimbly hid his body under the horse's belly, finally understood.

He understood where his previous palpitations came from. If things go wrong, they are monsters. No matter how stupid the Chinese are, they will not slow down their horses and wait to be slaughtered. They control their horses at medium and low speeds just to ensure their The muzzle is stable enough.

It was a German flower mechanism with more than fifty rods, the most terrifying single-soldier burst firearm on the Chinese battlefield.

On the northern battlefield, the Imperial Army had already suffered from this weapon.

However, the Chinese do not have the ability to equip all of these automatic firearms, only the most elite Chinese troops have them.

However, the cavalry possessed this kind of weapon, and it was organized on a large scale, which was the first time on the battlefield.

That's right, although the submachine gun's firepower is fierce and sharp, but because its range is too short, it is only a hundred meters away. For a cavalry duel, the opponent with the highest horse speed can almost charge at full speed with only one breath.

Therefore, very few cavalry are equipped with submachine guns, and most of them are cavalry rifles with a longer range, which can ensure that they will enter the stage of saber duel after shooting.

However, Tang Dao found another way. After a cavalry company escorted the artillery into the city, he deliberately found Lieutenant General Wu and asked him to take at least half of the submachine guns equipped with the guard battalion directly under the general headquarters for his deployment.

Then, Tang Dao, who already had a brilliant record of destroying three gunboats and 400 Japanese infantry, found Gong Shaoxun with a 55 submachine gun, and directly threw the single-shot bolt-type cavalry aside.

Deputy Director Tang's thoughts were too wild. When Gong Shaoxun and the two cavalry company commanders were still a little confused, the two cavalry came back from the river, followed by a large group of Japanese cavalry.

The combat power of three cavalry companies is about the same as that of a Japanese cavalry squadron. It is unreasonable to run. Opponents bring enough weapons to strike.

Although Gong Shaoxun had never done this before, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accompany Deputy Director Tang and the Japanese cavalry for a fight.

What is the scene of more than 50 submachine guns focusing on fire at the same time?
From the perspective of the young cavalrymen following behind, they could only see the smoke rising from the submachine guns, covering the backs of their comrades.

That is a concentrated fire shooting of more than hundreds of bullets per second.

A long magazine of MP28 has 32 bullets. Tang Dao's order is to shoot empty bullets in the shortest time, abandon the gun, draw out the saber, and face the enemy.

It took almost only four seconds for the Chinese cavalry, who swung their horses' heads to sweep towards the wings, to empty the submachine guns in their hands, put down their guns regardless, drew out their sabers, clamped their legs around the horse's belly, and waited to be greeted. The violent collision and cold sword light of the Japanese cavalry rushing madly.

The Japanese cavalry 120 meters away were beaten up by the sudden torrent of metal.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether they hide or not, whether they can survive or not depends on the sky.

The Chinese cavalry moving on horseback had no intention of aiming at all, holding a submachine gun and pulling the trigger was just a sudden burst.

The [-] rounds of bullets that flew out were not for shooting people, but for hitting horses.

A 9mm caliber Ruger bullet hits a horse's body, leaving a bloody hole, and even a horse hits several times, even a tall and strong Japanese horse cannot withstand such a blow.

I don't know how many war horses rushed out tens of meters due to inertia, and then fell down screaming and screaming miserably. trip over.

The Japanese cavalry formation, which was originally aggressive like a stormy sea, was instantly fragmented.

But submachine guns that rely on probability to kill horses are not omnipotent. If there is a probability to kill, someone has a probability to survive.

The smoke and dust from the horseshoes enveloped the figures of the Japanese cavalry until the first, second, and third Japanese soldiers crazily crashed into the Chinese cavalry array still moving to the flank with their sabers high.

'clang!clang! 'The sound of metal rubbing at the moment when the knife and light touch makes people feel the urge to cover their ears.

The Japanese cavalry rushing over at high speed has the advantage of speed, and the tall oriental horse has a natural advantage in weight. Once it hits the Chinese cavalry, it is often the Chinese horse that is smashed away, and the cavalry and the horse fall down. .

The three rows of cavalry were completely killed by the Japanese cavalry. The horses led the Japanese cavalry at a high speed for 80 meters before slowly slowing down and turning the horse's head to face the Chinese cavalry who also turned the horse's head.

At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, at least [-] Chinese cavalry fell, while the Japanese cavalry only fell seven or eight at most. Judging from the ratio of battle losses between the two sides, the Japanese cavalry had the upper hand.

However, as the commander, Fujimoto didn't have a trace of joy. Looking at the less than 30 people cavalry on the left and right, his eyes were filled with incomparable remorse.

A whole cavalry squadron, including 98 people, lost more than two-thirds after a charge.

A full half of the people did not fall under the blade of the Chinese, but died under the guns of the Chinese. The reason is that he was too proud.

His arrogance is not that he underestimated the Chinese, but that he made an extremely fatal mistake of overestimating himself.

Since these Chinese dared to leave the city to ambush three gunboats with terrible naval guns, how could they be afraid of his cavalry squadron?
Perhaps from the very beginning, they never thought about escaping from this problem. They even knew that the imperial cavalry would definitely scout along the river bank, and they had already set up their formations and waited for the arrival of themselves and others.

A large number of terrifying submachine guns are the gifts they have prepared, which is enough to make up for their shortcomings in horses and cavalry.

After all, he still took it for granted.

It's a pity, no matter how regretful it is, it's useless. What he has to do now is to lead the last remaining group of people, safeguard the honor of the cavalry of the imperial army, kill through the enemy's formation again, and leave indelible scars on the opponent.

Even if the opponent's strength is more than three times his.

Even if the two sides are no more than a hundred meters apart, Ma Su will stand on the same starting line.

The opponent's submachine gun should have fired bullets, cavalry combat, the great imperial cavalry will not be afraid of any opponent.

The moment Fujihara fell into self-blame and mustered up the courage to slowly point his saber forward, the Chinese cavalry were also secretly shocked.

They had dealt with the Japanese army on the North China battlefield, and had also fought with the Japanese cavalry on a small scale, but the combat effectiveness of the Japanese cavalry in front of them still exceeded their imagination.

Under the concentrated fire of submachine guns, only a small half of the cavalry were able to escape the barrage by chance, but these forty or so cavalry caused more than twenty casualties to the two cavalry companies on their side. It is really hard to imagine what kind of harm it will cause.

The young cavalryman had no time to be frightened, he was busy bandaging the wound on the pale-faced squad leader beside him.

The veteran's left arm was broken at the elbow, which was the masterpiece of a Japanese officer. If the veteran hadn't reacted quickly enough to block the Japanese officer's sharp saber with his left arm, the one who fell to the ground would not have been Half an arm, but the head of a young cavalryman.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm useless." The young cavalry choked up and wrapped a bandage around the veteran's horrible wound.

Attempts to stop the blood gushing wound, but obviously it is futile.

The severed arm was bleeding almost like a fountain, and perhaps within a few minutes, the veteran would fall into a coma and die due to excessive bleeding.

The old soldier's face was pale from the pain, sweat was profuse, but he grinned with difficulty, "Don't cry, boy, the war is not over yet! You can cry when the battle is over and I die. Don't be silly, hurry up and tell me Tie it up."

It was also the first time for Tang Dao to experience a horse riding battle, and it was the first time for Huaxia's strongest soldier king to feel the horror of crossing blades at high speed.

Because he was at the front of the Chinese cavalry formation, at least two Japanese cavalry rushed towards him.

Fortunately, Tang Dao, who had completely controlled his body, had a nerve reaction far superior to that of ordinary people. In this kind of combat that he was not familiar with and was not good at, he still avoided the opponent's saber and successfully sent the saber into the opponent's waist and abdomen.

However, it was the first time for him to miss in this era. The huge momentum forced him to choose to give up his sword to avoid being dismounted by the high-speed passing horses, so that he could no longer kill the No.2 Japanese army and could only watch. Watching the Japanese soldier break into the formation, chop down a cavalry comrade-in-arms with a knife, and finally break out of the cavalry formation.

It seems that I am still more suitable for infantry!
With a bit of melancholy, Tang Dao pulled out the lance from the lance pouch, inserted the bayonet on his waist into the bayonet, and then...
"shot!"

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