Tutt… Gatrin’s copper sound is long and unique. Four Gatrins control the attack section of 200 meters wide, which does seem to be insufficient in firepower. Even though this kind of six-barrel heavy machine gun has strong firepower, it still seems a little overwhelming to control the charge section of 50 meters.

In the forty-meter-high sky, the observation sentries were stunned. The black crowd at their feet was covered by four invisible scythes of death. Every time Gatlin spinned the muzzle, pieces of dead bodies lying on the ground.

The attacking forward line is no longer normal straight or triangle protruding. Four Gatlings are more like four whistles of ice cream digging. Every time the muzzle swings left and right, it can dig a deep arc depression from the charge team.

The rain of bullets dug up pieces of flesh and blood from the cavalry tide, and then more cavalrymen accelerated to replenish them. The battlefield had formed a meat grinder band charge, and all the Cossacks were already red-eyed.

If you have no choice but to move forward!

"Attack! Cossack never retreat..." The copper sound was pouring on the rain of bullets. The officer shouting slogans was shot in his eyebrows and his head was completely broken, and he sprayed the soldiers behind him with a look on his face.

"Ula... Charge... Ula..." The shouting soldier's little tongue was exposed to the air, but the next second the metal projectile shot through his front teeth, directly breaking his neck bone.

Death has become a common thing that is not worthy of pity. The familiar figures around him fall down one by one and even cannot be exchanged for the blink of an comrade. At this moment, all of them have been swept by the torrent of war, and even a little bit of self-awareness is gone.

The first wave of two thousand warriors rushed to the Volunteer Army's position with the will of annihilation and moved forward.

A total of 13,000 elite volunteers were deployed on Jiangxin Island. These men from the white mountains and black waters were no longer Chu Ge on the battlefield. The cruel battle in Vladivostok trained them. Faced with such a crazy cavalry tide, although they were a little nervous, the pace of preparation was not messy.

The veterans of the Chinese clan were scattered among them and acted as officers at all levels. Their roars came one after another, soothing the soldiers' emotions at the last moment.

"Stay steady... don't shoot, they no longer have any threats, they can only shoot after a hundred meters..."

"Save to use grenades... Don't bomb the ice surface, only invest in grenades on the river beach..."

"Each squad leader pays attention to the rhythm and saves ammunition..."

"Run over and enter a range of 100 meters... Brother fuck them!"

Papa... The soldiers who emerged from the trench pulled the trigger, and a series of guns were extremely bright, and bullets shot out.

The shooting distance of 100 meters is simply a point of shooting wherever Mauser hits the enemy's chest with a sharp cone. A group of strong war horses screamed and threw the rider to the ground, and then trips the subsequent charge of the war horses.

"Observe...for the Empire...for the offensive..." The officers who survived the vanguard troops all cried out. Although they were all veterans, they had never endured such a crazy attack by Gatlin.

In the hearts of these Central Asian cavalry, Gatlin's weapon is just a story when officers occasionally chat, and I have never seen it before.

Even the Bodan rifles in their hands were just issued to the army last year. They were using old-fashioned front-loaded Minnie rifles, which shows how poor the Tsarist Russian army has been in recent years and has lost even the money for changing clothes.

Today is the time for them to swallow the bad consequences. Because their equipment has lagged behind the times, it is not the Chinese who are passively beaten today but them.

Even though Fajev was well prepared, he did not expect that the sacrifice would be so great and so fast, and the ultra-efficient killing on the other side scared countless Cossacks.

"How could this happen? Before the second wave of attack team was on the ice, the vanguard was wiped out?" Now all the dead were Chekov's soldiers, and he was so distressed that he was about to vomit blood.

Ashawen wiped his cold sweat, "It's impossible! The Chinese are equipped with four Gatlings in just 200 meters of charge cross-section? Is this a madman? Who is their commander? The level of the firepower configuration is wrong..."

Fajev listened to his subordinates' words, his brain was almost dying. The result in front of him was not what he wanted, which was completely out of his plan.

Judging from past experience, the first wave of two thousand cavalry was launched, even if they were all killed in battle... Of course, Fajeev's purpose was to let these soldiers be cannon fodder.

That's two thousand people and two thousand horses. Even if the Chinese have to kill four thousand lives, they have to kill for a while, right? Taking advantage of this skill, the second wave of attacking two thousand people will be on the ice.

After the Chinese killed all the first wave of pioneers, the second wave of attacks could reach at least 200 meters in the position, and at this time the most intense stage of Chinese firepower had passed.

The second wave of attack can disrupt the enemy's defense rhythm and firepower density. After the third wave of attack begins, it can launch a strong charge at a distance of 50 meters.

Three waves of six thousand people are enough to disrupt the rhythm of the Chinese. As long as the vanguard cavalry begins to fight in the enemy's positions, the subsequent army will continue to surge.

"I have a 30,000 Cossack army. Even if the war is damaged by one quarter, I can still win the final victory! But why are the firepower of these Chinese people so strong! God, please tell me..."

God did not give Fajev any answer, but the god of death gave him the answer. When the second wave of the offensive team had not reached the middle of the river, the first wave of two thousand troops had turned into minced meat all over the ground.

The brass shell jumped and hit the trenches, making a crisp sound. The officer's excited roar shocked the recruits not daring to have any confusion and hesitation. Everything was like slow motion. Xiao Letian could even see the shell thrown by Gatlin drew complex parabolas in the air.

He smiled, the creator of the Chinese clan smiled so happily. The feeling of mastering everything was so wonderful!

"Firepower! The Chinese people are used to the era when firepower is king! This feels so wonderful!"

"Young guys! Work harder... Eat all the enemies who dare to charge, and make this Jiangxin Island an eternal nightmare for Tsarist Russia! After the war, I will pay for it myself and create statues for you here!"

"The descendants of the Chinese nation will never forget you! When firepower is king, you are destined to be pioneers! Hahaha, please feel free!"

At this point, the Cossack cavalry had entered a situation of difficulty in riding and the second wave of cavalry had launched an attack, and even if they were ordered to retreat now, it would be too late.

Fajev covered his heart with heartache with his hands, "Persevere... stick to it! We have no way out... Even if we lose half of the battle today, we have to rush over!"

"Even if we can't win, we have to meet Gogol and the others!"
Chapter completed!