The Japanese cavalry array began to gradually accelerate after trotting slowly for fifty meters.
However, more than 130 Chinese cavalrymen were still trotting and did not enter a state of acceleration.
Fujiwara showed contempt in his eyes. The distance between the two sides was close to 400 meters. The inferior Mongolian horse equipped by the Chinese dared not to accelerate. In just ten seconds, the big green horse he sat on would accelerate to its peak.
At that time, the cavalry with a top speed of 60 kilometers per hour will be like flying arrows, cutting into pieces the Chinese cavalry array that cannot accelerate to the highest speed like butter effortlessly.
Without the cavalry formation, the cavalry can only fight on their own. No matter how many there are, what's the use?
He has already won this battle.
Fujiwaraichi's pride is certainly justified. Leaving aside his riding skills and fighting will, the horses equipped by the two sides are originally very different.
The war horses of the Japanese army are commonly known as Oriental horses. They are not local horse breeds, but are carefully bred.
The cultivation of this war horse was not accomplished overnight, it went through an extremely long process.
Since the Meiji Restoration, Japan, which is rising, has attached great importance to the cultivation of war horses. Japan's native horses also belong to the Mongolian horse breed. Perhaps it is because "different" bodies have always attracted each other in the island country. Body height (the vertical distance from the top of the armor to the ground)
) The height of the Mongolian horse, which was originally only 1.35 meters, actually dropped again when it arrived in Japan, only 1.3 meters.
As a result, the Japanese government began to introduce Arabian horses, purebred horses, and Anglo-Arab horses, and crossbred these horses with local horses. After decades of efforts, Japan's own famous Oriental horse was finally developed.
Only military horses with a height of 1.53 meters, a weight of 460 kilograms, and no baggage are eligible to become cavalry horses. Those who are not selected can only be used as artillery draft horses, baggage draft horses or pack horses.
On the other hand, the Mongolian horses ridden by the Chinese cavalry are only 1.35 meters tall, weigh only 360 kilograms at their heaviest, and have a top speed of less than 50 kilometers per hour. All indicators are far behind the Oriental horses.
Of course, the Chinese cavalry chose Mongolian horses as war horses. Although it was a helpless move, Mongolian horses also had their advantages.
This type of horse does not need special food, and can eat whatever fodder is needed in any season. They are hardworking and not afraid of the cold, and have extremely strong vitality.
To put it bluntly, it is easy to make a living. This characteristic is most suitable for China’s current national conditions.
However, Japan's Oriental horses will lose weight if they don't get some refined food for a day. As a result, the Japanese cavalry usually carry more horse food than human rations, which is completely expensive.
In addition, Mongolian horses have unparalleled advantages in long-distance marches. In the Northeast, the cavalry once marched for ten consecutive days, reaching 100 kilometers every day. If they were replaced by Japanese Toyo horses, it would be absolutely impossible.
However, these characteristics have nothing to do with the current battlefield. Cavalry duels rely on the rapid increase in short-distance speed and the weight of the horses. If two horses cannot avoid a collision, the one with height and weight will naturally take advantage.
The war horses are already at an absolute disadvantage, not to mention that the Japanese cavalry formation has begun to accelerate, while a group of Chinese cavalry is still walking forward in a leisurely manner.
"Boom! Boom!" The sound of horse hooves like thunder spread across the wilderness.
The hair on the backs of the heads of the Chinese cavalrymen stood up in excitement. The horses that sat down were also stimulated and snorted in horror, and their hooves sped up involuntarily.
"Steady, steady, listen to my order!" Gong Shaoxun glanced at Tang Dao, who was looking at the front with an unchanging expression, and shouted loudly.
Some of the palpitating cavalrymen stroked the necks of their restless horses and tried their best to calm down their hearts.
"Brother, the Japanese are speeding up." The young soldier couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"Why are you panicking? The commander didn't give the order to rush. Of course he has his own reasons." The veteran looked straight ahead and growled coldly in a low voice.
The squad leader's calmness calmed the young soldier's panic a little.
However, he didn't know that the veteran's hand holding the Thirteen Liao-made lance was very smooth.
The veteran trusted his commander, but faced the Japanese cavalry's crazy attack, he still couldn't control his fear.
The distance between the two sides has reached 300 meters, and the Japanese cavalry has entered the final acceleration stage.
Looking from a distance, the opposite side looks like a dark cloud rolling in, overwhelming the sky.
The ground seemed to be shaking.
However, Gong Shaoxun, Tang Dao and the two cavalry company commanders at the front of the cavalry formation still kept their speed, and the Chinese cavalry were still jogging.
250 meters!
200 meters!
"gun!"
Following Fujiwaraichi's roar and his movement of holding a gun forward with his legs tightly clamped on the horse's belly, the Japanese cavalrymen raised their lances one after another.
This is a conventional tactic before a cavalry duel. The cold-weapon slashing tactic of holding up the saber from the beginning has become outdated with the advent of hot weapons.
The distance of 200 meters is enough for the cavalry to shoot the bullet in the lance and then draw the saber hanging from the horse's belly.
"Avoid!" Gong Shaoxun roared, turned to one side, and hid his entire body under the horse's belly, showing his excellent riding skills.
Some of the Chinese cavalrymen lay flat on their horses, while others imitated their commanders and hid their whole bodies in the air on the sides of the horses' belly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After a burst of gunfire, at least ten people on the Chinese cavalry side fell under their horses, and some horses were hit by bullets. They roared and ran wildly, regardless of the efforts of the cavalry to control them.
He got out of the formation and ran for twenty or thirty meters before falling to the ground exhausted.
The cavalryman who had fallen off his horse had no intention of getting up and running away. Instead, he rolled and crawled to find the nearest ditch.
That was the only place where he could survive. Otherwise, he would have been trampled by his own horses and had his tendons broken before the Japanese cavalry arrived.
Once the cavalry enters combat mode, they will never stop for anyone, not even the highest commander. Those who fall off their horses during a charge have a death rate of over 90%.
Either they fell to death or were trampled to death by horses' hooves.
The Japanese cavalry's marksmanship is very good. On horseback charging at high speed, they can still hit targets that are also moving 200 meters away. If they are given another chance to shoot, perhaps the more than 130 Chinese cavalry who are facing them will be able to defeat them.
The military strength remains the same.
However, they ran out of time, and the Chinese cavalry that had been activated would not stop.
"Abandon the gun! Draw the sword!" Fujiwaraichi turned his wrist slightly on the horse that was moving at high speed, inserted the short lance into one side of the gun pouch, then pulled out the saber on the other side and pointed it forward.
That set of movements was so skillful that it could be called beautiful. Even the cavalry captain beside him who had been in the army for more than five years had to admire this second-generation nobleman. He was gold-plated, but he definitely had some skills.
The entire cavalry regiment would never have more than ten people who could draw their swords and put away their guns without any hesitation on a high-speed horse.
Most cavalrymen either spent several seconds inserting their lances into their pouches, or simply threw away their lances and pulled out their sabers.
If you win the battle, just pick up the lance. If you fail, the lance will naturally be useless.
The Japanese can also assess the situation, and they are not all stubborn and stubborn. In particular, they are noble cavalry, can they be compared to those bumpkin infantry?
Throwing a gun counts as a ball!
The distance between the two sides was already close to 150 meters. At the speed of a full-speed charge of the Japanese cavalry, in just two breaths, they could charge into the Chinese cavalry array that had just picked up speed.
However, Fujiwaraichi's eyes lacked the previous confidence and contempt, and his intuition made him feel that something was wrong.
How could a cavalryman who could take the initiative to walk out of the woods and engage in a mounted battle with him be so miserable? It didn't start to speed up until this critical moment?
Could it be that they have another conspiracy?
However, no matter how he felt something was wrong, he was now in a state of charge. Even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he had to charge.
If it's a sea of fire, flatten it; if it's a mountain of swords, break it into pieces.
Fujihara's eyes gradually calmed down, and he held the knife in his hand tighter.
However, the next moment, his calm eyes froze.
"Despicable!" Fujiwaraichi roared.
He himself was on one side of his body, his whole body suspended in the air, hiding under the belly of the high-speed horse.
The formation of the Chinese cavalry suddenly changed and spread out to the two wings, seemingly to avoid the peak of the Japanese cavalry.
This was originally an extremely wrong choice. The war horse was charging at high speed, but that does not mean that it cannot turn. The speed of the cavalry that was avoided would be reduced again. Isn't that seeking death?
But the cavalryman in the front row suddenly raised his gun, which was the main reason why the proud Japanese nobles hid themselves in a group.
That's not a single-shot rifle, it's a submachine gun.
