This was the first time that four-armed chariots entered the battlefield. As these chariots roared towards the battlefield, the soldiers standing on the carriages fired in an orderly manner. Although the carriages were also subversive, they were definitely better than those on horseback.
The situation was much more stable. Soldiers armed with Henry rifles or Spencer rifles started shooting from almost two hundred meters away. Although the accuracy was poor at this distance, the powerful firepower of hundreds of continuous rifles was still extremely powerful.
deadly.
"Keep your distance and shoot like you're training,"
Zhu Xianhai, who was at the rear of the convoy and commanded from the center, kept reminding them loudly. His orders were repeated by other cars. The convoy maintained a wedge-shaped offensive and kept a certain distance between cars, just like in past exercises.
, the queues between the fleets are orderly.
In fact, they have conducted training countless times in the past. Compared with equestrian training, driving training is much simpler. After all, for the driver, all he needs is to stay in line, and to be decisive and quick when the horse is shot.
Cut off the harness to avoid hurting the horse and slowing down the speed.
Shoot like you trained!
When Xu Wentao, who was in the queue, picked up the Spencer rifle, he tried to stand as steady as possible. The T-step stance was to control the angle. At the same time, he also pressed his butt against the frame to keep his body stable.
In past training, he had achieved good results of 6 out of 7 shots.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."
Different from the eagerness of others, he was not in a hurry to shoot. Each of them had ten bullet tubes in the magazine on his waist, and each tube contained 7 rounds of bullets. A total of 77 rounds of bullets.
Although the 7-ring Spencer rifle has a longer range than the Henry rifle, Xu Wentao knows very well that the closer the distance, the higher the shooting accuracy.
"Wait a little longer, wait until you are 100 meters away, and shoot right in the face!"
Once again, Xu Wentao shouted to his comrades beside him that in addition to the driver, there were four riflemen sitting in the back of a chariot. They were equivalent to ancient archers on the chariot, but their rifles were more powerful.
, longer range.
"Drive, drive..."
While the slaves were driving the carriages hard, several soldiers were operating a Gatling gun behind the chariot directly in front. When the riflemen started shooting, they did not shoot, but constantly adjusted the angle.
Aim the gun at the enemy.
Finally, when the distance was about a hundred meters, the two Gatling guns on the left and right opened fire.
"Tum, tom..."
Although the rate of fire of the hand-cranked Gatling gun is not very fast, as it sounds, the situation on the battlefield changes instantly. The rapid sound of the machine gun is so special, and each .58-inch bullet is fired.
Whistling towards the Gauchos, the finger-thick bullets instantly penetrated the belly of the war horse and broke its legs. The flying bullets swept the Gauchos off their horses one after another.
At the same time, the riflemen immediately picked up their rifles and aimed and fired at the fastest rate of fire. The rate of fire of the rifles was quite astonishing. However, in just a moment, the Gauchos were enveloped in a rain of bullets from machine guns and rifles.
.
Such intensive firepower completely overturned the Gauchos' understanding, and they did not even have time to pull the trigger - after all, the range of the revolver was too close.
At a distance of a hundred meters, the Gauchos could only be beaten passively and had no ability to fight back. Moreover, the shooting accuracy of the pistol on the bumpy horseback was a bit touching. Once upon a time, the Gauchos were unscrupulous with their revolvers.
The Gaucho cavalry immediately became a target, and they were very tall.
100 meters!
Although 100 meters seems very close, in the hail of bullets, this 100 meters is the fatal distance. When the galloping chariots are impacting at high speed, the soldiers with rain of bullets are constantly aiming and shooting. The Gauchos are in front of them.
He kept falling down.
As the commander of the Gauchos, Matoro was direct and without any hesitation. He immediately turned his horse and shouted loudly.
"retreat!"
Matoro has never been a heroic person. He was born as an acolyte and is essentially a flatterer. He was once a man of the hour in Buenos Aires officialdom. After all, he was General Miter's most trusted confidant.
, even this expedition is just to brush up the results.
Now, facing these enemies who appeared out of nowhere, facing such a group of enemies who drove horse-drawn carriages and charged with Isshiki Henry rifles, he decisively chose to escape.
"Follow me!"
Everything is just like what was simulated in the simulator, there is no suspense at all. Five hundred people, four hundred Henry rifles and Spencer rifles, plus two Gatling machine guns, such powerful firepower is not enough for the Gaucho cavalry.
To say it, it was simply a devastating blow.
After quickly shooting a tube of bullets, Xu Wentao immediately pulled out a tube of bullets from the magazine, quickly loaded the bullet from the butt of the gun, and after reloading, he directly put the "seven-shot rifle" into the carriage.
Then he pulled out a grenade barrel, placed the curved tail on the carriage frame, adjusted the angle to aim forward, and then stuffed the 2-inch shell through the muzzle.
"Boom!" sounded. The shells roared out.
In the blink of an eye, the shell fell among the fleeing Gaucho cavalry. In the violent explosion, the cast iron fragments roared around, and the jagged fragments shredded the abdomen of the war horse like a sharp blade. In the scream of the war horse,
, even the men and horses fell down, and five or six cavalrymen fell around in the thick smoke. When the riflemen on the outside were shooting, the crew in the middle all set up grenade launchers, even though these 2
The firing range of the inch grenade is only a mere three hundred meters, but this is enough.
For a time, cannonballs like raindrops continued to fall among the Gaucho cavalry. Among the galloping cavalry, columns of smoke rose into the sky, and the roaring fragments screamed death, harvesting life wantonly around them.
For the fleeing Gaucho cavalry, they had absolutely no room to fight back. They were constantly blown up into the sky by small artillery shells, hit by bullets, fell under the horse, and then were trampled to death by the hooves of the horses behind, or crushed by the wheels of the chariot.
bone.
Chariot!
The chariot from BC was resurrected again. On this day, on this vast grassland...