"The enemy is here!" Almost screamed, Furla's saber cut off the shouter's arm. This was the result of the opponent's instinctive blocking with his hands. Then Furla urged the war horse to knock it down, and the heavy horse's hooves stepped on the opponent's chest, and blood and screams poured out of his mouth almost at the same time.

"Kill him, kill this Tartar!" The remaining rebels surrounded him angrily. One of them had loaded the bullet and fired a shot at Furrer. Furrer's instinctive head turned and felt a burning feeling on his left shoulder. He shouted angrily, slapped the horse's thigh with a sabre, and drove the horse over. The rebel who shot turned around and fled when he saw this, but was slashed on his back by Furrer and threw him to the ground.

"Kill, kill!" At this time, the other cavalry rushed up and chopped the remaining rebels to the ground, leaving only the last survivor. The cavalry tied their hands and feet, threw them on the back of a horse, took them to the leader, and threw them on the ground and reported loudly: "Boss, I have caught a survivor!"

"Yes!" The leader jumped off his war horse and used his sabre to lift the prisoner's chin: "Say, where is Chelindorji? Where are the rebels? How many of you are in the market town?"

"Great, sir!" The rebel looked at the sharp sabre in front of his eyes in horror and replied in a trembling voice: "Chelindorji has escaped, and he has fled with his cavalry. All the soldiers are left behind. There are still forty or fifty people in the market town, and I don't know the others! Please spare your life!"

"Chelindorji escaped with the cavalry?" The leader showed a puzzled expression on his face. He twisted his beard and turned to Furl and said, "Furl, go back immediately and tell the adults about the news here."

"Yes!" Fuerle bowed his hand, grabbed the horse's belly, and drove the war horse to gallop along the road when he came. The leader looked at the riding shadows away, suddenly pulled out his saber and cut off the captain's neck with one knife.

He raised his bloody saber and shouted loudly at his subordinates who were waiting for the order: "As for us, rush into the market town now and have fun!"

"Have fun!"

The impact of more than a hundred cavalry was very amazing. A small team of rebel soldiers in the market town had just reacted. They relied on the houses on both sides of the street to resist the cavalry's attack. The leader of the Shun Army was very experienced. Seeing this, he asked half of the people to jump off their war horses and shoot against the rebels. The remaining half went around from outside the town to the rear of the rebels. Under the attack on both sides, the rebels' resistance quickly collapsed. Most of them fell under crossfire, and the remaining people fled in a panic.

This small-scale encounter will soon be forgotten because it is too common on the grassland. However, due to the battle that happened next, this encounter will be mentioned in many military textbooks, and this is used as an example to illustrate that even in the era of breech guns, a strong and proactive cavalry still has its own use.

Twenty minutes after the battle in Tulan Town, Major Sharif got the news of the approaching of the Shun Army, and he immediately made a decision. First, he sent a battalion of infantry to move closer to the market town and drove the enemy cavalry out of the market town. At the same time, the main force of the rebels began to move towards a branch highland overlooking the market town. The rebel positions ranged from the Jitou Mountain on the left wing, along the highland ridge, and then on the "doubled" highland on the right wing. On the ridge, Sharif arranged his own artillery position, from which the rebels' artillery fire could strafuse the enemy passing through the post road from the side.

When they saw the rebels' counterattack troops, the Xibe cavalry of the Shun Army chose to retreat to avoid meaningless battles. Before leaving, they set fire to prevent this place from becoming a fortification fortification held by the enemy. Of course, these Xibe cavalry had more or less more things on them, which were the spoils they got from the merchants in the town.

On that day, at 10:00 a.m. on June 17, 1886, Sharif's rebels had already occupied the preset positions, and soon after, the Shun Army's troops spread along the foot of the mountain. In order to wait for the heavy artillery troops behind, Gao Tingyu had to wait until two o'clock in the afternoon. When the Shun Army's artillery troops arrived, the rebel forces on the high ground also increased, and there was even time to build chest walls and trenches in important places. At 2:30 p.m., Gao Tingyu finally decided to launch an attack. First, he launched a restrained attack on Jitou Mountain on the left wing of the rebels, and his real target was the dome height of the right wing. Gao Tingyu planned to break through the opponent's right wing first, then rotate to the left, attack the rebels' central position, and finally encircle the rebels in the traditional way.

The Shun Army's attack on the dome height was about thirty minutes late than the Jitou Mountain Highland. The attack began with artillery. A new cannon made by Tianjin Machinery Bureau fired a series of shrapnel to the rebels' positions. The shock waves and projectiles produced by the explosion tore up all the objects they encountered. If the rocks were concentrated, more fragments would be produced, greatly increasing the lethality of the shells. Although the Shun Army's shelling was very fierce, the casualties caused were limited. The reason was very simple. Experienced Russian officers did not know that most of the rebel soldiers were blocked by the mountain itself on the back of the ridge line. However, the Shun Army's restraining attack on Jitou Mountain had an effect. Sharif did not send more soldiers to reinforce the Xiaoyuanding Highland. The total number of rebels guarding the highland was no more than 600, while the Shun Army faced more than 1,500.

Yu Zhiheng squatted behind the low wall. Below him, groups of Shun Army soldiers in gray or black uniforms were crossing a broken area, where a lot of limestone protruded the ground and was white, as if many bones were scattered there. The locals nicknamed "Skeleton Land". Under the sunlight, Shun Army soldiers held bayonets on rifles reflected white light, which looked very attractive. At this time, Yu Zhiheng suddenly remembered what the beautiful Russian official said to him not long ago: "Yu, this is our rightmost position. I arranged you here, you must defend him. If Shun Army passes here, they can attack the central position from behind, and then everything will be over. Do you understand?"

"Mr. Officer, unless I die here, there will be no enemy coming here!" Yu Zhiheng whispered and repeated what he said in front of the Russian official not long ago. Now he must fulfill his oath with his actions.

"All people, stand up and come to the side of the low wall!" Yu Zhiheng turned around and shouted loudly. As his shouting, a soldier blew a trumpet, and groups of rebel soldiers stood up from behind the ridgeline. These ragged rebel soldiers lay behind the low wall and began to aim at the enemy crawling towards the ridgeline with their various rifles.

"Everyone aims slowly. No one is allowed to shoot without my order!" Yu Zhiheng shouted loudly behind the soldiers. After a month of training, he knew very well the power of these rifles in the hands of the rebel soldiers. He decided to fire at a distance of about 80 meters to 100 meters. At this time, the soldiers of the Shun Army had passed through the broken area, and their formation became neat again. The sharp bayonet stood like a forest, and a flag embroidered with a white tiger fluttered in the wind. Seeing this scene, Yu Zhiheng suddenly felt that his throat was strangled by an invisible hand, and his breathing immediately became rapid.

Bang!

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from his ears, as if it was a signal. There was a mess of gunshot sound on the high ground, and the white smoke from the muzzle immediately blocked Yu Zhiheng's vision.

"Damn it, I haven't ordered yet, who fired the gun!" Yu Zhiheng roared angrily. He knew very well that this distance could not hit anything. These escaped slaves who picked up the rifle not long ago were very slow to reload, which wasted a precious shooting opportunity.

"It's me, boss!" A weak voice came over. Yu Zhiheng turned around in the direction where the sound came. An old man raised his right hand, his face pale, and was looking at himself timidly: "Please forgive me, I was so nervous just now, so-"

"Shut up, Tian Chao, you idiot!" Yu Zhiheng cursed angrily: "This is the battlefield, load the bullets quickly, and you will apologize until you can live. You idiots are there." Yu Zhiheng cursed loudly to the other soldiers.

"Yes, boss!" The rebel soldiers on the high ground were busy loading bullets. Although the Russians supported 6,000 Russian-made rifles to Chelindorji, less than half of these rifles were Berdan's 1871 rifles (made by famous American gun expert and inventor Saigon Bosan in 1868. It was standard equipment for the Russian army from 1869 to 1891). The rest were old single-shot front-mounted rifles eliminated by the Russian army. Even these old single-shot front-mounted rifles were not all available in these rebel infantry. Many soldiers even used British brown bass front-mounted rifles and other older rifles. These guns naturally could not be compared with the imitation Mauser 1871 rifles produced by the Tianjin Machinery Manufacturing Bureau used by the opposite Shun Army.

At this time, under the wind, the white smoke gradually dissipated. Yu Zhiheng saw that the attacking troops of the Shun Army had advanced to a distance of only about two hundred meters away from him. The infantry wearing gray woolen coats, black pointed hats, and white feathers on the top of the hats walked forward slowly according to the rhythm of the drum sound, about forty meters behind them, lying seven or eight corpses scattered. This should be the result of the rebel volley just now. As a rifle rifle, the shooting skills of the archer at this distance are not as good as that.

"Damn it, load the bullets quickly, hurry up!" Yu Zhiheng roared loudly, but his roar had a counterproductive effect. Almost all rebel soldiers participated in the war for the first time. Under the terrifying pressure, many people could not even load the bullets, let alone aim and shoot. At this moment, the sound of marching drums on the hillside suddenly stopped. Before Yu Zhiheng could react to what was going on, a loud sound of command came.

"Everyone has it, stand at attention - aim - shoot!"
Chapter completed!