After a while, the Ma Jiajun arrived at the high ground where the cavalry battalion was stationed.
With the help of the firelight, Ma Jiyuan could vaguely see the shadowy figures on the high ground, and could also hear the faint sound of horses neighing and people boiling in his ears. Even though he was thousands of meters away, Ma Jiyuan could still clearly feel the people on the high ground.
, those CCP cavalry are nervous, nervous? You should be nervous!
When he was less than a kilometer away from the high ground, Ma Jiyuan gently stopped his mount.
"Hush." Following Ma Jiyuan's soft shout, the flaming red horse under his crotch slowly stopped its pace until it finally stopped in place. As Ma Jiyuan slowed down and stopped, five hundred people followed behind him.
The Yu Qi also slowed down one after another, and slowly spread out their wings, finally stretching hundreds of meters from the front, and stood still on the wasteland.
Almost at the same time, the officers and soldiers of the cavalry battalion on the high ground also stopped shouting and held their breath.
The whole world turned from extreme noise to extreme silence in an instant. Except for the occasional snort of war horses, no other sound could be heard between heaven and earth. At this moment, even time seemed to have stopped and solidified, cold and cold.
In the wilderness, the cavalry were confronting each other, and the cold and murderous atmosphere began to spread endlessly.
In the suffocating silence, a soft metallic sound could be heard leisurely.
"Zheng..." Amidst the roar of metal friction, Ma Jiyuan slowly drew out his saber and raised it diagonally into the sky. The sharp blade reflected a dazzling cold glow under the illumination of the torch.
The next moment, the five hundred Ma's cavalrymen behind them also drew their sabers.
After reining in his horse and turning back, Ma Jiyuan's eyes fell on the cavalry in the front row and said loudly: "More than three years ago, in Anjiawazi, more than a hundred CCP cavalry slipped from the palm of our guard brigade. Over the past three years or so,
Come on, this young master thinks about this all the time, because this is the biggest and only shame of our guard brigade since it was formed into an army!"
The cold wind was like a knife, and only the snorting of war horses sounded from time to time, complementing the sound of Ma Jiyuan's voice.
After a pause, Ma Jiyuan shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Shame, this is the shame of our entire Ma family army! I originally thought that I would never be able to wash away this shame in this life. Fortunately, with the protection of Allah, I was able to bring about that shame again."
The CCP cavalry that slipped from our palms were returned to us, and right here they are!"
As he spoke, Ma Jiyuan lowered the saber he held high and pointed to the high ground ahead.
The next moment, more than 500 Ma's cavalrymen lined up behind them started howling.
A moment later, as Ma Jiyuan drew the saber forward with force, the five hundred cavalrymen lined up behind him immediately began to gather into five neat cavalry horizontal formations in front and back, like five copper walls and iron walls, stationed towards the independent cavalry battalion.
The high ground rolled over, and after a moment, the sprint started.
However, the Ma Jiajun did not charge head-on from the high ground. Although Ma Jiyuan was only eighteen years old, he was already a veteran of the army for ten years. He had been training in the army with his grandfather Ma Qi since he was eight years old.
After he died of illness, he worked as a cavalry staff officer with Ma Bufang and learned his skills.
With just one glance, Ma Jiyuan discovered the weaknesses of the cavalry battalion's position, namely on the flanks and behind.
When they were still more than 500 meters away from the high ground, the Ma Jiajun's cavalry force suddenly split in the middle, and then cut diagonally around the two wings of the high ground.
Seeing the Ma Jiajun cavalry doing this, Du Yidao knew that he had made a fatal mistake. Although the high ground he chose was easy to defend and difficult to attack, he only needed to use heavy machine guns to guard the gentle slope in front, and use a small number of cavalry to guard the other three sides.
Unless the Ma Jiajun mobilizes a regiment of infantry, it will never pose a threat.
However, Du Yidao ignored that the area of this highland was too narrow.
Fire attack! If Ma's army uses fire attack, their cavalry battalion will be in big trouble!
However, the more he was afraid of something, the more it would come. Just when Du Yidao thought that the Ma Jiajun might use fire attacks, he saw the Ma Jiajun cavalry bypassing the front of the high ground, then quickly approaching the high ground from both wings, and then charging at high speed with their war horses.
With the strong inertia, he rushed up to half of the high ground, and then threw the torch in his hand up with all his strength.
The Ma Jiajun's torches were made of felt cloth soaked in sheep oil and were rolled up. They had excellent continuous burning properties. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of torches were thrown onto the high ground, where a large amount of horse materials and equipment were piled up.
, as well as the cavalry equipment, these are all flammable items, and within a moment, the fire spread.
The officers and soldiers of the cavalry battalion immediately ignored the attempt to stop the Ma's army and began to put out the fire instead.
However, Du Yidao quickly gave up his plan to put out the fire because the fire spread too quickly and there was no way to save it.
When things got to this point, Du Yidao and the soldiers of the cavalry battalion had no other choice but to fight!
"Cavalry battalion, all present, mount up!" Following Du Yidao's long and shrill howl, more than two hundred officers and soldiers in the cavalry battalion dismounted one after another, and then poured down the gentle slope.
(Dividing line)
Under the high ground, the Ma Jiajun's five hundred cavalry had already surged past like a wind and clouds, and then merged again at the rear to form a huge horizontal formation. They continued to rush forward for nearly a kilometer before reining in their horses, then turned around, and formed another formation.
The cavalry formed a strict horizontal formation, and rows of sharp sabers were raised in the air again.
Ma Jiyuan, riding a flaming red horse, still stood at the front of the queue.
When he looked up, he saw that the CCP cavalry on the high ground in front had descended like a tide. Ma Jiyuan's mouth immediately broke into a ferocious smile. What a bunch of idiots. Are you finally willing to fight head-on? So now, let you guys
Communist bandits, let’s see the frontline of our Ma’s army again!
Three years ago, you were no match for our Ma Jiajun.
Three years later, you will be even less likely to be our opponent!
"There are all cavalry regiments..." Along with Ma Jiyuan's loud chant, more than 500 cavalrymen behind him followed Ma Jiyuan and mobilized their horses to move forward.
Soon, more than 500 cavalrymen began to trot, advancing like a wall.
In front, more than two hundred officers and soldiers of the independent cavalry battalion have formed a strict cavalry horizontal formation. It is also the same width as the one hundred cavalry formation, but there are only two rows of horizontal formations at the front and rear. Viewed from the front, the cavalry battalion is no more imposing than the Ma's Army.
Much weaker, but from the side, the independent battalion's cavalry formation appears much thinner.
Seeing the Ma Jiajun's cavalry advancing like a wall, Du Yidao's face immediately darkened.
In the past three years, Du Yidao has been thinking about revenge all the time, so he usually trains the cavalry battalion extremely strictly. He originally thought that when they faced Ma Jiajun again, even if their momentum was still inferior, they would not lose too much, but
, when they really faced each other today, Du Yidao realized that he had thought too simplistically.
Ma Jiajun's strength is not gained by training, but by fighting!
However, even so, even though he knew he was not his opponent, Du Yidao was fearless!
"The entire cavalry battalion is here..." Du Yidao took a deep breath and raised his saber.
As the saber in Du Yidao's hand was raised, the more than two hundred officers and soldiers lined up behind him also urged their horses and began to advance forward at a leisurely pace, first at a trot, then gradually turned into a trot, and finally into a trot.
They started sprinting! In the blink of an eye, the two cavalrymen facing each other started sprinting at extremely high speeds, and...the distance was less than a hundred meters apart!
In the field of vision, the dark Ma Jiajun cavalry crashed over like a hurricane. Du Yidao's face instantly turned red due to congestion. His left hand controlled the horse's rein tightly, and his right hand suppressed the saber that was raised high.
When he came down, he subconsciously let out a meaningless roar: "Kill!"
Du Yidao was far from the only one making meaningless roars!
"Kill, kill, kill..." Whether it was the CCP cavalry or the Ma Jiajun cavalry, they all roared meaninglessly. Then they lowered their raised sabers and slashed or stabbed the enemy on the opposite side. At such a high speed,
During the hedging, there is no need or time to make a killing move.
In an instant, the two cavalry hurricane waves collided head-on.
In the next moment, people in front of the two armies immediately fell on their backs. At least twenty or thirty cavalry fell to the ground in the violent collision, and were quickly trampled into pulp by the friendly or enemy cavalry that followed! However, more cavalry
But they fell under the enemy's sharp saber. In just one charge, more than half of the cavalry battalion was destroyed!
Ma Jiajun was not much better, with at least a hundred riders left on the scene!
"Huh..." After rushing out for more than a thousand meters, Ma Jiyuan gently stopped his horse and turned around. The cavalry following him also slowed down, turned around again, and formed a neat horizontal line again.
However, the previous five rows of cavalry horizontal formation have only four rows left, and the last row is not fully staffed.
Moreover, many of the cavalrymen had different injuries.
Looking back at the cavalry behind him, Ma Jiyuan's expression became more ferocious.
Okay, we haven’t seen each other for more than three years. Have these cowards become more effective in fighting?
However, that’s it for now, I don’t have time to play with you anymore!
On the opposite side, Du Yidao's mood was bleak. After three years of hard work, he was still not as good as others.
But, again, even if they knew they were going to die, they were fearless. Those who came out of the old cavalry division were all famous seven-foot men. If it weren't for the division commander ordering him to lead the remnants of the encirclement, he wouldn't have done it.
Enduring the humiliation and bearing the heavy burden, he crossed the Gobi desert and traveled to Xinjiang.
Today, Du Yidao wants to use the steel knife in his hand and the heads of Ma Jiajun to pay homage to the heroes of the division commander and all the fallen brothers. He also wants to prove to the world that Du Yidao and his brothers in the old cavalry division are definitely not cowards. They have never been cowards.
They are not cowards, they are true warriors!
Taking a deep breath, Du Yidao raised his saber again.
Behind Du Yidao, more than a hundred cavalrymen also raised their swords.