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Text Chapter 97 The Decline of the Mongolian Cavalry

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    "Rumble!" The thunderous sound of horse hooves came, and the Mongolian cavalry, as black as the ocean, appeared in front of the Western Sichuan Army.  These Mongolian cavalry advanced until the Western Sichuan Army was less than ten miles away before stopping.

    "Your Highness, let our warriors charge! The sabers in the hands of the Mongolian warriors are already eager to drink the blood of these Han dogs!" A bearded Mongolian general said to Boyannamohu.  He is a banner leader under the Mongolian Horqin tribe and a rare fierce general.

    Boyan Namohu did not answer. He held up his telescope and observed the Western Sichuan Army on the opposite side.  In front of the Western Sichuan Army, there were cannons and heavy machine guns placed one after another. Although he had not personally experienced the power of these weapons, he also knew that they were difficult to deal with.  I think back then, his father led tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry in a battle against the British and French forces. In the end, they were almost wiped out in the face of the powerful muskets and artillery of the British and French forces.

    "Warriors, we are the Mongols, the descendants of Genghis Khan. We are the wolves on the grassland. The Immortal God will protect us! Go ahead! Warriors, use the sabers and bows in your hands to kill all the damn enemies.  !" Boyannamohu put down the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly.  He has always believed that talents are the most important factor in determining war, and weapons and the like are not very important.  He believed that as long as his Mongolian cavalry could rush over and fight with the Western Sichuan Army, the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army would be useless.  At that time, the final victory will belong to them.  With their ability to fight on horseback, those Han people are definitely not comparable to the Mongols.

    "Come on! Kill all those Han dogs!" the Mongolian cavalry shouted, waving their sabers, and rushed towards the Western Sichuan Army.  The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, forming an overwhelming momentum.  It has to be said that these Mongolian cavalry are worthy of being on horseback, and their various skills in controlling horses are much better than those of the previous Ma Jiajun.  They jumped on their horses, sometimes leaning down to grab a handful of grass, as if to show off their riding skills.

    "Artillery preparations!" On the artillery position behind the Western Sichuan Army, nearly two hundred Type 82 infantry guns have begun to prepare.  The gunners filled the cannon barrels one by one, closed the gun bolts, and were ready to fire. As soon as the Mongolian cavalry entered the range of the artillery fire, they would start firing.

    Soon, the Mongolian cavalry, who were shouting to kill all the way, rushed into an area less than two kilometers away from the Western Sichuan Army.  After entering this area, these Mongolian horsemen deliberately lowered their bodies to avoid the bullets of the Western Sichuan Army as much as possible. This is the experience summed up by their ancestors in combat.

    "Fire!" Zhao Bowen, commander of the Second Cavalry Corps of the Western Sichuan Army, personally issued the order.  The Type 82 infantry cannon in the rear suddenly began to roar.  Cannonballs, with a scream that pierced the air, smashed into the advancing Mongolian cavalry.

    "Boom! Boom!" The cannonball exploded in the queue of Mongolian cavalry, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses one by one.  Although they were well hidden, many of their horses were killed, and even the cavalry on them fell off their horses.  In this high-speed marching queue, falling off the horse will lead to death.  The fast running horses behind will trample the fallen cavalry into a pulp.

    "Speed ??up and charge. As long as you rush over, you don't have to worry about the artillery of the Western Sichuan Army!" The generals of the Mongolian cavalry shouted loudly to cheer for the soldiers.

    The Mongolian cavalry were charging with their heads down. At this time, whether they were lucky enough to escape the artillery shells of the Western Sichuan Army depended on the blessing of the Changshengtian.

    "Fire!" When the Mongolian cavalry rushed less than one kilometer away from the Western Sichuan Army, the mortars and heavy machine guns set up in front also opened fire.  The dense artillery shells fell into the ranks of the Mongolian cavalry, and the high-speed charging cavalry were knocked to the ground one by one.

    "Click, click, click!" Hundreds of heavy machine guns let out a low roar, and the bullets were like tongues of fire, sweeping towards the Mongolian cavalry.  Whether it is a war horse or a person, as long as they are hit, they will often be knocked to the ground.

    After the heavy machine guns and mortars of the Western Sichuan Army opened fire, the Mongolian cavalry charge was immediately contained.  Although they are now only two to three hundred meters away from the Western Sichuan Army, this distance is like a natural chasm, making it difficult for them to cross.

    "Charge! Charge up!" Boyannamohu saw the Mongolian warriors knocked to the ground one by one by the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.  These cavalry are all warriors of his Horqin tribe!

    The battle continued. The Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the Western Sichuan Army without fear of death. However, they were defeated by the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army.  Western Sichuan military steel harvests the lives of Mongolian cavalry.  Those Mongolian cavalry had superb riding skills and amazing archery skills, but at this moment, they were of no use at all.  Almost every second, Mongolian cavalry was lost.??life.

    "Your Highness, the firepower of the Western Sichuan Army is too strong, brothers can't rush up!" A banner leader of the Horqin tribe said dejectedly.

    "Your Highness, how about we retreat! Go back to Xi'an City!" Someone suggested.  Obviously, after witnessing the powerful firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, they became timid.

    "Coward! Don't forget that you are the descendants of Genghis Khan. Do you have to retreat from this difficulty? We have not failed yet! Keep charging!" Boyannamohu roared unwillingly like an angry lion.  Although the troops now suffered heavy casualties, the thought of being laughed at by those Han dogs when they returned to Xi'an was unacceptable to Boyannamohu.  He would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.

    "Order everyone to charge and defeat the Han dogs on the opposite side!" Boyannamohu ordered.

    "Yes, Your Highness the Prince!" Although the banner leaders were a little reluctant, they did not dare to disobey Boyannamohu's order and rectified their troops one after another.  The remaining tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, under the personal leadership of Boyanna Mohu, also devoted themselves to the attack on the Western Sichuan Army.

    "Hmph! These Mongolians are really not afraid of death! But I have to say that they are indeed excellent cavalry. But it is a pity that they followed the wrong master!" Wang Yuze looked at the Mongolians who were not afraid of death.  The firepower network of the Western Sichuan Army said with some emotion.  This wasn't a battle at all, it was a massacre.

    "Young Marshal, there is no need to feel pity. There are many Mongols, not just the Horqin tribe. As long as we defeat the Manchus, we will naturally be able to use these Mongols for our own purposes. After our training, we will still be able to obtain excellent cavalry.  !" Cai Yun persuaded without changing his expression.

    Wang Yuze nodded. After defeating the Manchus, he would lift the restrictions on the Mongols and increase the population of the Mongols. This should make the Mongols return.  Anyway, there are hundreds of millions of Han people, and they have machine guns and cannons, so they don't need to be afraid of the Mongols growing in number.  Besides, the Eurasian continent is so vast, especially the cold northern areas, and these Mongols really need to be occupied.  In particular, the Mongolian tribes in Mobei, which the Russians have long coveted, cannot be allowed to separate under any circumstances.

    The battle is still going on fiercely, but the result of this battle has almost been concluded.

    "Order the 11th Brigade and the 13th Brigade to circle around and surround these Mongolian cavalry. No one can be spared!" Cai Yun gave the order after looking at the situation on the battlefield.  The battle lasted for two hours, and more than 20,000 Mongolians were killed or injured. The remaining Mongolian cavalry were frightened by the huge casualties and retreated one after another, no matter how much their flag masters and generals at all levels drove them away.  Keep charging.

    After receiving the order, the cavalrymen of the 11th and 13th brigades of the Western Sichuan Army detoured from both wings and successfully surrounded these Mongolian cavalry.

    ¡°Put down your weapons and spare your life!¡± the Western Sichuan Army shouted loudly.

    The remaining Mongolian cavalry, which numbered less than 30,000, began to waver.  If you can survive, it's not something that can't be considered.  As for the glory of the Mongolian cavalry, they have forgotten it at this moment!

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