The cavalry was full of lethality. Even in World War II, its unique maneuverability and flexibility had allowed the cavalry to show its strength. Unfortunately, a wrong application directly ruined the precious cavalry of the Cheyenne people. The battle in Qingcaotan can no longer be called a battle, but can be directly called a massacre.

He didn't even need a knife. The thorn stuttered the musket at his hand and directly treated it as a sledgehammer. The Cheyenne warrior with feathered crowns crawled out with great difficulty under the dead galloping horse. He had just come out and was directly cut on the face by him with a stick. The sound of the cracking sound was probably a brain burst, and the warrior who was enough to kill the American grizzly bear was directly shot to death on the grass beach.

But don't show off, the terrier neck had just finished showing its might. Before the wolf howled, the knee-deep grass was covered with lion skin, and the Apache female leader, who was as flexible as a leopard, rushed out like a leopard, and threw the terrier neck to the ground. Under the guy's fearful look, a sharp flint knife directly touched his neck.

Bang~ Mars splashes!

This is the small detail. Mao Xingjian said that he used his brain to fight. Before the war started, he had carefully studied the Indian tactics, fierce and fast, but due to the backwardness of the weapons, they would emit each attack in the most effective and deadly position. The most direct one was the throat. Before the war started, all of the elite soldiers in Snake City were put on metal throat armor by Mao Xingjian. Although it felt uncomfortable and looked like a goiter, it saved his life at this time!

The matriarch was probably also shocked. His face was wild but handsome and heroic under his head, and he was stunned for a second. Then he took the flint knife he carried with him and smashed it hard on his neck and head, which was foaming.

Unfortunately, one second on the battlefield was too luxurious. Before the flint knife could fall, a heart-like pain suddenly came out from her shoulder. In the painful roar of the female wolf, the quick and fierce female leader Apache was picked up by another sailor with a bayonet, and then smashed it to the ground.

Seeing that the warriors in his clan and even the patriarch were slaughtered in pain, the Cheyenne warriors behind him were even more mad, holding all kinds of weapons high and rushing forward desperately. The originally generous southern tribal coalition was unknowingly crowded into a narrow strip by the narrow floating bridge.

"Attack, the descendants of the mountain eagle and the bison!"

Suddenly, a loud roar sounded, carrying the steel axe given to Mao Xingjian, the war chief stared at his eyes as if he was boiling, and the first one roared out. Then, the Su warriors who had just disappeared once again appeared on the earth. In a huge arc like the rushing tide of the sea, they suddenly wrapped the Cheyenne warriors who rushed across the river bank.

This sudden appearance was so shocking that the Cheyenne at the front screamed in fear incredible.

"Dead people! They are dead people summoned by wizards from the underworld!!!"

Regardless of the dead, the moment before, with a wooden bow of more than ten meters, the Sioux archers showed a tetanus rain of arrows covered the flesh. The thin-wielded primitive warrior screamed and fell down a large area. Then the Sioux warrior who threw the bows was like a mountain leopard, and stabbed forward with a sharp nail and spearheaded the spear. Under the roar of death, the sharp nails and rough tree poles directly penetrated out from the other side of the body.

The wide Suyan formation had a great advantage. In the charge, the Cheyenne who rushed across the river bank first surrounded the Cheyenne, who was the first to rush across the river bank in the middle. There were Su people in front, back and left and right. Many Cheyenne people didn't even react and were directly stabbed down from behind. The Cheyenne's military formation was melting quickly as if it had encountered the scorching snow of the sun.

But! After all, there are many people! Just when the Su warrior on the edge was killing and stabbing, another crackling sound came from behind. The gun more than one meter long suddenly stabbed from behind. The Su warrior who was caught off guard was directly stabbed and was heartbroken.

With the crackling sound of bone rupture, two pots of boiling water pulled out the axe blade from a split head. At this moment, the spear and the still warm body were stalked hard at his feet. Seeing the warriors of his tribe covering the wound as thick as the forearm, spasming, and roaring like a wild beast, carrying the bloody and flesh-and-blooded axe, the two pots of boiling water rushed out like a madman.

The two sides were completely typical North American continental tactics, without tactics, and followed the most fierce warriors in the tribe, and the real man held his thick guy and slapped hard into the other party's body. Even the woman was roaring like a wild dog, and the sharp flint knife in her hand hit the enemy's face alive.

The river beach was full of such fierce fighting. The blood of the fallen soldiers of several tribes was soaked in the river water red. Relying on the large number of people and losing a considerable number of elite troops, the Cheyenne people from all ethnic groups still seized the beach in blood pit step by step, compressing the Sioux and retreating.

He had retreated to the mound platform a mile away, and the telescope kept passing through the fierce battlefield, and Mao Xingjian's hands holding his royal flagpole were shaking.

But seeing that he let go of the flagpole again and touched the trumpet shotgun at his waist, the East Palace butler Nangong Bingwen and East Palace officials Chen Zao were persuaded with great thought.

"Crown Prince! Lord Song has told me that I must wait for all these people in Xiayan to cross the river. It's too early!"

"The barbarian in front can withstand it!"

The persuasion made Mao Xingjian tremble and hold his hand on the flagpole again, but the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. Every time he saw one person fall down and one screamed, his cheeks twitched violently. Not long after, he let go of his hand again.

"Crown Prince, don't be impulsive! The opportunity to kill all these barbarians is right in front of you!"

Once again, Chen Zao hurriedly held his fists and bowed, but this time, he was wrong to persuade him. The hesitation and electric current suddenly stimulated Mao Xingjian's nerves. Even Han Xiaomo, who was closest, had not had time to react. He had already pulled out the flintlock rifle like lightning and pulled the trigger to the sky.

Bang ~

The Ming army artillery, who had already tensed his nerves, was carrying the fire pliers, and the red-burned iron rod was stabbed into the butt of the cannon. On the flat grass beach plain, the loud sound of cannons was shocked for more than ten miles! In the upper reaches of the Snake River, Song Yongzhong, who had been listening with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He simply turned over the horse and raised the flag. The New World Cavalry Captain was like a wolf king, and he stood up and roared with his war horse.

"The prince has an order, attack!!!"

The next second, the earth began to tremble violently! Thousands of heavy hooves hit the earth, and their loud roars were like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. Don’t forget that at the beginning, Mao Xingjian’s Snake City was called Youniu. More than a thousand North American bisons were driven by Indian riders, and like the torrent of the dam, they suddenly launched a shock to the south.

To be honest, the cows are bulky and far less flexible than the war horses. They are slow and have high shoulders. They need to attack the horse and cavalry, which is particularly difficult. This is also the reason why there have never been a bull cavalry in history. But in this new continent without horses, all the shortcomings of the bull cavalry have turned into advantages. In the heavy shocking voice, the warriors of the Cheyenne tribe who were still squeezing and fighting stopped in shock and looked north. In a stream of smoke and dust, the Sioux warriors were carrying the red-eyed cow heads appeared in their pupils.

Faced with this torrent, no courage is reliable. The first reaction of a person is to run! The southern tribe army that was fighting bravely just now fell apart in an instant. The people of the Cheyenne who were carrying blood-wood guns shouted in fear and turned around and ran back.

But the two legs could not run four legs. In a mile, it arrived in a flash. The sharp ox horns and knife raked across the crowd. The heavy ox hooves trampled on the body of the fallen people and made crackling sounds of bone breaking. Blood nests were trampled on the soft mud on the Snake River. This group of North American bison finally had the opportunity to take revenge on humans. Tens of thousands of Cheyenne people who rushed across the river were plowed like fields. Wherever they passed, countless limbs and broken arms were broken, and corpses were everywhere!

But Song Yongzhong became popular. He originally planned to completely crush the entire five alliances by this wave of charge. However, next to Niu Qun, on the other side of the Snake River, there were still black Cheyenne warriors looking at everything on the other side of the river in fear. The planned results were only achieved one-third!

"The kindness of a woman!!!"

He was so angry that he lost his composure and stripped out of the rushing cattle. Song Yongzhong was irritated and kicking the war horses towards the Indians who were still standing on the pontoon bridge and still colliding into a group. The revolver exchanged from Mao Xingjian kept pulling the trigger. Amid the sound of gunfire, the closer Cheyenne people were knocked into the water one after another. His crazy killing even worsened the Cheyenne people's retreat. Finally, a shrill sound of cow horns sounded across the river. The Southern Indian soldiers who rushed up like a rising tide fled back in a hurry, completely giving up the soldiers of the same clan who were still struggling on the north shore.

Finally, he lamented and changed several bullet nests in succession. Song Yongzhong threw the revolver, which was already red and hot, into the water by Song Yongzhong. He reached out and pulled out his standard sabre and carried the belly of the war horse. Song Yongzhong was full of anger and rushed into the group of remaining soldiers who were still struggling with venting.

On the other end, the bloody steel-cutting axe was held high, and the war chief also let out the last roar.

"attack!!!"
Chapter completed!