The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 215 Massacre of the Cavalry
It is different from the solemn coercion brought by the infantry army formation.

The pressure brought by the cavalry formation was like an avalanche.

Thousands of cavalry were marching.

The sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the world.

The sky behind the cavalry formation seemed to darken.

Yang Lichao felt no nervousness in his heart, but only endless pity. Although his cavalry was not as numerous as these cavalry, they were all light cavalry. In a real fight, it was still unclear who would suffer and who would suffer.

But now, there is obviously no chance.

What he has to do is use his body as bait to attract these prairie people to the front of the divine army camp.

Let these grassland people also feel the fear that the Ming army faced back then.

A smile appeared on Yang Lichao's lips, as if he had seen those arrogant prairie people fleeing hastily.

"General, that should be it. The spies we killed a few days ago were not dressed like those from the Ming Dynasty's army, but more like the so-called Stove King's troops."

Conquering a capital city cannot be accomplished in ten days and a half.

Wang Wu was lying on the ground. He heard the vibration in the distance. It was the sound of a large number of cavalry running. After a while, a small black line could be seen in the distance.

He seemed to have seen something incredible, "Stop, is that an ambush from the other party?"

Twenty-eight Maxim machine guns and fifty-six soldiers of the Shenji Battalion spread out the battle line, which was not much narrower than the black line.

Two Maxim machine guns crossed, enough to block more than 300 steps.

The cavalryman next to Abate had a look of madness on his face.

If they win, they might be able to divide the spoils in time if they go back.

Abatai had stopped when he saw Yang Lichao and others.

The horses galloped wildly, chasing each other.

Now, they have reached their final goal, just like a pack of wolves hunting on the grassland, they have reached the final stage of the pack's encirclement and killing.

Their team had been spotted by Kitchen King a few days ago, and their destination could be guessed by just guessing their route.

Yang Lichao and others had already seen the Shenji Battalion in front of them, with smiles on their faces. Look, the Maxim Machine Gun will soon show its majesty as a magic weapon.

Abatai looked at the small group of cavalry in the distance and laughed. "Could this small group of cavalry be the Kitchen King's spies?"

It's just a small group of cavalry. They have the fastest horses and the strongest soldiers in the grassland. They can easily capture these people.

Head towards the location of the Shenji Camp.

Behind the black line is an even bigger black line.

"The general is wise, then should we change our route?"

"Our strength is inherently stronger than that of the Han people. Here, there is an endless plain. Even if there is an ambush by the Kitchen King in front of us, it is obvious to the sun and there is no way to hide it. We don't need to take a detour at all. We just need to Crush them all the way, together with the spies or decoys in front."

Seeing that the big fish had taken the bait, Yang Lichao directly asked the team to change direction.

Although Abatai looks like he has a simple mind and well-developed limbs, there are no stupid people who can reach this point.

Two people stay together.

Although I don’t know why the Grand Master asked them to capture the Stove King alive.

Be their motivation on the way forward.

On the position of Shenji Battalion.

"No need. In my opinion, these people may not only be the Kitchen King's spies, but they may also be the bait sent by the Kitchen King."

"No need," Abatai waved his riding crop and pointed forward, "The Han people are indeed less cunning than we are, but the Han people have a saying, one force can defeat ten enemies."

"The general is wise."

the adjutant asked flatteringly.

During this period, they had a lot of fun killing people. Although they didn't loot on a large scale, when they needed supplies on the road, they basically slaughtered people.

They can't run away at all.

"Get ready," Wang Wu shouted.

However, the speed of the cavalry was slightly faster, so Liu Zhenhua increased the density of the Shenji Battalion.

Kill everything and take away their livestock and food.

The adjutant who was following him said, "How about I lead someone to take them down?"

Yang Lichao hung Abate and others a mile away, after they crossed the Maxim machine gun position.

The Kitchen King had probably laid an ambush and was waiting for them.

Looking a little further, there were not even a hundred people.

The cavalry charged.

The adjutant beside him also couldn't believe that the other party was running so fast just to get them here.

"It's the last distance. Follow me and charge. The front is Henan Fucheng. Take Henan Fucheng, capture the Stove King, rob it, turn around, maybe we can catch up with the capital and plunder it."

Is this to welcome them?
Even those people, so what if each one of them had an artillery piece. Their six thousand light cavalry, with more than a hundred people killed at most, could easily rush through the positions formed by those artillery pieces.

Abatai seemed to be able to see Henan Fucheng from a distance. The Kitchen King might be watching them from the top of the city with a look of horror on his face.

The only way to meet his fate is to see his men destroyed and their lives destroyed.

The person who bluffed and deceived actually gained the favor of the Grand Master.

However, after meeting the Grand Master, Abatai believed that this bluffing liar would be exposed directly by the Grand Master, and he might be skinned and grilled, or other cruel tortures.

Abata grinned and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"A sneeze, a sneeze."

Liu Zhenhua held the steering wheel with one hand and sneezed continuously, thinking that someone was scolding him.

"kill!"

Abatai stuffed the riding whip into his waist, and then pulled out the scimitar on the other side.

The warriors around were holding various weapons, including scimitars, iron whips, hammers, and spears, with excited expressions on their faces.

"woo woo woo woo!"

Strange howling sounds came from their mouths.

From a distance, even the soldiers in the Shenbing Camp heard these unpleasant, harsh and weird howls.

"My grandma and my uncle, what are these people doing, howling like ghosts and wolves," someone muttered.

"I don't know, this is the tradition of the prairie people, just like when we laugh when we are happy."

"Hey, be happy. They won't be happy later, and they will start to howl like ghosts." The machine gunner had already put his finger on the trigger.

The ammunition feeder also dragged the ammunition chain and was ready to replace the next one at any time.

Although they don't do many practical exercises, they do a lot of training on weekdays.

They can almost change the bullet belt with their eyes closed.

"Prepare."

Wang Wu took a deep breath. This was the battle where the Maxim machine gun became famous on the grassland. After today, the reputation of Kitchen King will be resounding on the grassland.

Yang Lichao and even the cavalry behind him looked at the prairie men charging behind them. Their horses were shaking restlessly, as if they were afraid of the other party.

"Fire!"

Wang Wu gave the order.

All the Maxim machine guns spit out deadly tongues of fire.

The prairie cavalry charging in the first row were instantly knocked upside down. The impact was so huge that even if the horse's huge body was hit, a hole would be ripped open instantly.

Abata was stunned for a moment. He was not at the front. He was in the middle of the third row or so of the team, coordinating the overall situation.

The thunderous sound echoed in his ears, causing him to shake his head. When he turned around, he saw his warriors falling down in rows.

The speed of falling was beyond Abatai's imagination. Abatai exhaled, and dozens of warriors fell to the ground on their backs.

Abate took a breath, and the same thing happened.

These warriors, who took more than ten years of crawling and rolling on the grassland to grow up, are now like weeds on the grassland, being cut off easily.

Abatai's mind has not turned around yet. In the past, when they rushed into the Ming Dynasty's team, they killed the enemy like this. The scimitar was swung over and the heads flew up.

The Han people were harvested by them one after another, but the speed at which they harvested them did not seem to be as fast as the death of their warriors now.

As for the other party, there were still only a few dozen people.

And they were still more than five hundred steps away from each other.

"What is it, an artillery piece, or a blunderbuss?"

Abatai was still charging forward in a daze, surrounded by blood and rain. It was different from dying on the grassland. If they died here, their bodies would be in contact with the hard earth, and their warriors could be clearly seen on the ground covered with blood. Every step forward will cost you blood.

Looking back, it was already a sea of ​​blood.

"It's not artillery, nor firecrackers," Abatai was sure. They had been fighting the Ming Dynasty people in Jinzhou for a long time, so they naturally knew artillery and firecrackers very well.

It is impossible for artillery to kill so fast. At most, one cannonball fell and several warriors were overturned.

They can still move forward.

But now, they seemed to be standing still, because Abate could see that there were almost no warriors left in front of him.

As for the fire gun, this thing has a very short range and very little power. Unless there are many people lined up side by side, the lethality is not as good as that of artillery.

Now, there are only dozens of people on the other side.

Unable to move forward.

There seems to be an invisible barrier in front, as if there is an invisible, man-eating swamp, and any warrior who enters it will die.

But now, it was almost his turn. Abatai loosened the reins slightly, slowing down the horse.

He was a little at a loss. He had been fighting for many years and had never seen such a terrifying and strange scene.

He seemed to understand why the Grand Master asked him to come with six thousand cavalry to capture the Stove King.

But, are six thousand cavalry really enough?
Warriors passed him by one by one, including his adjutants.

Abata witnessed with his own eyes that his adjutant's head exploded instantly, and red and white things flew everywhere, some even flew into his face. Abata subconsciously reached out and wiped it with his hand.

These once-familiar warriors drank wine, ate meat, and sang around the campfire together. If they died in a heroic battle with the Ming Dynasty, Abatai would shout and praise them.

However, he died inexplicably at the moment, just like when he was a child and he was naughty and threw a piece of soil on the blue lake. It fell into the water, there was almost no splash, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The horse under Abatai's crotch is getting slower and slower. This is the reins that Abatai tightens unconsciously.

The warriors who were rushing behind also noticed something was wrong.

There were so many corpses on the road that it was almost impossible to see them intact, whether they were horses or people.

As for them, even before they came to the enemy, they didn't even see clearly what the enemy looked like, and whether the expression on their faces was as horrified as the Han people they plundered.

"Blessed by the prairie god, what have we seen?"

Someone murmured, and their speed couldn't help but slow down.

"General, the warriors have suffered heavy casualties, and we don't know why they died," a slightly frightened voice came from his ears.

Abatai looked at this man blankly. When did the warrior on the grassland show an expression of fear because of the enemy?

Abatai knew that this man wanted him to give the order to retreat, but he was afraid of his punishment and did not say it outright.

Abatai looked forward, and saw that the warriors were still falling like wheat, and they had advanced a hundred steps, and were still 400 steps away from the enemy.

The machine gunners of the Shenji Battalion howled, this time it was them howling like ghosts.

Their faces were blackened by gunpowder smoke, and their yellowed teeth were slightly uneven, but the excitement on their faces could not be concealed.

The feeling of killing with a Maxim machine gun is completely different from killing a cavalryman.

Seeing the cavalrymen fall to the ground fragile despite their huge bodies, this powerful feeling of slaughter brings a different kind of visual and spiritual stimulation.

What's more, this is a prairie man with a notorious reputation.

It's even more refreshing to kill.

Yang Lichao looked at this scene with very complicated emotions. The prairie people's cavalry were extremely powerful, and Yang Lichao knew it supernaturally. He saw that these extremely powerful prairie people were so fragile when facing more than twenty magic soldiers.

The speed that the cavalry were proud of was nothing compared to the killing speed of the divine soldiers.

His men are also cavalry.

Yang Lichao sighed. He didn't know why he felt a bit sad about the death of a rabbit, but it wasn't that exaggerated. He just felt that he was a little useless, a bit like a freeloader, and I felt sorry for the Stove King.

It would be better to let him take the cavalry team everywhere to collect information like Zhang Heizi, and at least he can contribute some role to the Stove King.

Abatai couldn't hold on any longer. The casualties were too heavy and too fast.

Abatai had never experienced such a scene. Even if he had succeeded, his men would not have been killed or injured so quickly.

He suddenly thought of some rumors about Kitchen King. This mission might be a failure. "Retreat first!"

Seeing that the warriors around them were dying more and more, but they couldn't even touch the enemy. If this continued, there was no way to capture the Stove King. You must know that there was a huge city behind.

When Abatai originally planned to attack Fucheng, he drove the Han people as death squads.

Now, they can't even get close to Fucheng.

(End of this chapter)