Mangui was not in a hurry to launch an attack, but instead surrounded the Rakshasa people like a hunt. Three regiments of the First Cavalry Division, plus 20,000 Mongolian cavalry. The half-built city of Yaksa was surrounded like an iron barrel.

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"Brother Mangui, let's charge over together. We can kill them all with one charge." Geritu leaned down and patted the war horse on his crotch.

"Geritu, how old is this? It's still the same old thing! Nine out of ten of the First Cavalry Division are our Mongolian brothers. We won't do such a thing in Mangui to take credit for our brothers' lives.

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"Then how to fight? The fire guns made by the Rakshasa Kingdom are also very powerful, not much worse than the guy in your hand."

"Come out of the artillery battalion!" Man Gui smiled, waved his whip and shouted.

A battalion of troops immediately emerged from behind the military formation.

This battalion is equipped with a small cannon with the same caliber as a mortar. There are wheels half a man high on both sides, and they are pulled forward by a horse. This is the artillery battalion of Mangui. Because of the cavalry, I specially requested

Yulao built this kind of infantry cannon!

This kind of gun has the same caliber as a mortar, but has a long barrel. It is a direct-aiming artillery. It has insufficient firepower to undertake the task of attacking fortresses, and it has always been a weakness of the First Cavalry Division. With this thing, some small castles will no longer need to be mounted on the First Cavalry Division.

In the eyes of the teacher.

The half-finished Yaksa in front of me is not even a small castle.

Dzerzhinsky held up his telescope and looked at the Ming Dynasty army in the distance. Now he regretted so much why he was greedy for the 74,000 taels of silver. If he hadn't been greedy for the silver, he would have been on the Siberian steppes by now.

Even a hundred thousand people couldn't surround him. How could he be like now, surrounded by people like a bird in a cage?

"Russian warriors, even if we can't rush out today, we must show the courage of the Russians and fight them to the death. Hold your position and kill every Tatar and Ming Dynasty who dare to approach. Let them know

"Russians are not easy to mess with." Dzerzhinsky stood on the tall water tower and shouted to the soldiers below.

The Russian Empire has been fighting since the moment it was born. They fought the Swedes, they fought the Turks, and they fought the Poles. The nation that grew out of the body of the Mongolian Kipchak Khanate claimed to be the leader of this world.

Fighting race.

There were many instances of glaring at each other and drawing swords at each other. Even if we were surrounded now, Dzerzhinsky's words greatly boosted our fighting spirit.

"Ouch...!" The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted "Ouch" and "Ouch", and the sound spread far into Mangui's formation.

"Bah!" Mangui smiled contemptuously.

Boost morale, and then fight the enemy with bayonets. Courage is commendable, but who the hell wants to fight with you on bayonets? What age is this?

"Fire!" Following Man Gui's order, the deployed infantry artillery began the first round of firing.

Because of their long barrels, the cannons in the formation are incredibly accurate at a distance of five or six miles. The Rakshasa cavalry has no artillery, and the lightest cannons made by the Rakshasa people weigh more than 800 kilograms. In these days and months, it is absolutely impossible.

It is possible to carry such a heavy artillery across the desolate Siberian steppes.

The only weapons the Rakshasa people could rely on were two old Portuguese-made Franco machine guns captured from Mengjiatun.

This thing is front-loaded and fires at a distance of five miles. The muzzle is pointed at the target, but only the devil knows where the shell will deflect.

Mangui's gunners were well fed with artillery shells on weekdays. Each of them had fired at least a thousand rounds of training shells. The calculation soldier made a simple calculation. The first round of artillery shells knocked off two Franco cannons.

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Then the artillery shells began to clear out the hiding Rakshasa soldiers one by one in the form of roll call.

Cannonballs exploded one after another, and bursts of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky. Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the mutilated corpse was lifted several meters high. Arms, thighs, and sections of intestines were hung on the city wall. On the big tree at the gate of the city,

Half of the butt hangs abruptly.

In the hands of the calculation soldiers, there is the latest artillery calibration mirror. As long as they find traces of the Rakshasa soldiers, they say a few numbers in their mouths, and the artillery shells will fly over. The Rakshasa soldiers in Yaksa City run away with their heads covered, and they can lie on the ground.

He didn't even dare to raise his head.

Geritu's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He originally thought that Mangui would pull out a mortar or a rocket launcher. He would blast the half-finished earthen fence for a while, and then everyone would swarm up and chop these Rakshasa people into pieces.

Call it a day and go home.

But he didn't expect that Man Gui still had such a cannon in his hand.

The explosive power of artillery shells is not great, almost the same as that of mortars. But it is very accurate. Basically, it can be said to hit wherever you point.

Every explosion can bring the body of a Rakshasa soldier with it.

Artillery shells are not a problem for Mangui. There are more than 80 large carriages pulling artillery shells. Each one is equipped with a hundred rounds of artillery shells. In terms of quantity, it is enough to kill the Rakshasa soldiers in Yaksa City.

twice.

The Mongolian soldiers and the 1st Cavalry Division were watching the artillery battalion show off its black technology as if they were watching target practice. After watching it for a while, Geritu felt a little sleepy. At this rate, there is no need to fight this damn battle. A meal of artillery shells

It killed a ball!

"Haha! Finally I can't stand it anymore." Man Gui shouted happily.

Geritu quickly raised his head, and the closed gate of Yaksa City suddenly opened. A group of cavalry came out from inside. These cavalry ignored the blast of the explosion and launched a charge forward. The tall Rakshasa man at the front was

, his face was covered with a yellow beard. He held a command knife in his hand, and the war horse charged like the wind.

"Raise your guns!" With a command, all the cavalrymen raised their guns.

This made Geritu a little stunned. Shouldn't he send out cavalry to attack at this time? If he stayed here to defend, he would be overwhelmed by the opponent in one fell swoop.

"Bang!" The leading cavalryman was too powerful and attracted the attention of the artillery. A cannonball roared and hit the galloping horse. The knight who had just returned like a tiger, a horse, and a dragon immediately exploded into a ball of red blood mist.

Geritu saw with his own eyes that the war horse was torn into several pieces. The knight on the horse was hit by countless shrapnel. The command knife fell to the ground with one of the owner's hands on it.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!...!" The volley of guns rang out, and the cavalrymen fell off their horses one by one. These soldiers in Mangui did not shoot at the people on the horses. They shot at the people who were easier to hit.

of war horses.

Being hit by a bullet on a war horse is completely different from being completely shot by a bow and arrow.

The bullet can easily tear through the horse's hide, and the powerful kinetic energy carries the bullet, which is polished like a flower by the rifling, and continues to rotate in the horse's belly. Finally, it brings with it a large pile of blood and broken bones, wrapping the muscle tissue and internal organs.

The fragmented bullets flew out of the horse's body.

Not to mention horses, even lions, tigers and elephants would die if they were attacked like this.

The most terrible thing is that the guns in the hands of these cavalry fire continuously. The horses only rushed out for a few dozen meters, and Man Gui's soldiers fired eight bullets. The magazine of this kind of cavalry can hold eight bullets.

The soldiers all called this gun Big Eight Pills.

The battlefield is full of twitching horses lying on the ground, as well as people wailing. If you fall from a galloping horse, if your neck is not broken, it is considered to be the blessing of eight generations of ancestors. If you fall and break your muscles and bones, that is a normal thing.

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Dzerzhinsky watched all this in pain. Voroshilov led his 600 men to charge. But just after they launched their charging formation, they were defeated by raindrops of bullets. Many of them did not even

He had time to shoot on the bumpy horse.

The opponent's gun fires continuously, which can be heard from the sound of the gunfire. The damn Mongols are cheating people to death without paying for their lives. Didn't you say they are still using primitive firecrackers?

"It's your turn!" Mangui patted Geritu on the shoulder.

"Kill!" Geritu waved the saber in his hand, and two thousand Mongolian cavalry rushed out. Of the Rakshasa cavalry on the opposite side, there were only a dozen or so lonely people left. There were still some tough ones. Even if they fell off their horses, they would still be killed.

Charge on foot while dragging a knife.

Before they could meet each other, the Mongols used their traditional weapons - bows and arrows. A shower of arrows rained down, and no one on the dozen or so Rakshasa cavalry sat on their horses. A dense layer of feather arrows fell on the ground, which looked like green.

A layer of white hair suddenly grew on the grass.

At this time, there was no need to use bows and arrows. The sharp sabers were pulled out and slashed at the Rakshasa people who were charging on foot. Amidst the screams, gurgling blood flew. The bright red blood was sprinkled on the grass, and each one was intact.

The body became fragmented.

Dzerzhinsky closed his eyes in pain, this was not a war, this was a massacre.

"Dzhugashvili! Raise the white flag, we surrender." No more the heroic words, no more impassioned words. In the face of absolute power, Dzerzhinsky could only choose to surrender.

After all, everyone wants to survive. If we continue to fight like this, there will only be death.

"Commander! The Rakshasa people on the opposite side have raised their white flags. They want to surrender."

"Damn it, I thought the Rakshasa people were so powerful, but I didn't expect them to be cowards. Geritu, send your men who know the Rakshasa language to speak to them and ask them to put down their weapons and kneel on the ground to surrender."

"Hmph! This kind of battle has no beginning. You are not a cavalry, you are clearly an infantryman on horseback." After bringing 20,000 people, Geritu prepared for a big battle. He even made up his mind about it.

The hardships!

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Yaksa, he was almost useless.

This made Geritu very depressed! If he lost some manpower, he might as well ask Li Xiao for some guns.

"Don't care about the cavalry and infantry. Anyway, if you can win a battle, you are a good soldier. After the battle, no one here died. Bringing the brothers home with all their shadows is what the commander should do. Kill the enemy once and for all.

We, the Liao Army, will not fight such a battle at the risk of eight hundred losses." Mangui cheerfully put people on guard, lest the Rakshasa people escape by surrendering.

Those guys dressed as Mongolian businessmen once again rushed to the city of Yaksa: "My Great Khan told you to put down your weapons, walk out of the city, kneel on the ground and surrender."

"I'm going to kill these bastards!" Dzhugashvili picked up his rifle, aimed and shot. He hated these bastards who deceived them. Without these Mongolians, they would have returned to Moscow.

Be treated like a hero.

"Bang!" The moment he pulled the trigger, Dzerzhinsky, who had quick hands and quick eyes, lifted the muzzle of the gun.

"Dzhugashvili, one of them died. No one here can survive!" Dzerzhinsky angrily took the gun from Dzhugashvili's hand.

"I hate them too, but living is the most important thing now. As long as we live, we may return to Moscow to see our families. Dzhugashvili, don't you want to see your little daughter again?"
To be continued...