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Chapter 150 The Glory of Players (I)

Sergeant Pierre survived. Although he was charging at the front with a gun and was a member of the death row, he was very lucky to have stabbed two enemies to death in the charge. Then he threw down his lance in the enemy formation, waved his half-sword and led the cavalry out of the encirclement.

"Go, go, go!"

The old captain Bertrand, who was also alive, shouted fanatically and rushed to the front again, kicking the tired warhorse's belly hard, squeezing the last vitality out of the mount that he had cherished so much in the past, and rushed towards the trench a few hundred steps ahead.

As we got closer, we heard intensive gunfire from the front, and smoke rose up, covering the sky.

Pierre could feel the sticky cold sweat running down the lining of his cotton coat.

This was the second full-speed charge. He could feel the hooves of his beloved horse, which had just passed through the enemy's formation, were a little weak. The enemy's disc-capped steel helmets rose and fell one after another behind the trench, and the sound of the flintlock musket volleys was like the millstones of hell crushing bones.

“Look down!”

Bertrand's hoarse roar was torn apart by bullets.

The cavalry on Pierre's left suddenly fell backward like a broken flagpole, and their horses continued to gallop with empty saddles.

He could smell the fresh smell of blood wafting through the smoke, mixed with the sour stench of horse manure that rushed straight into his nostrils. The knuckles of his right hand had been torn in the previous charge, and now holding the hilt of the sword was like holding a red-hot iron rod.

Although tired, Pierre's beloved horse seemed to be aware of the current threat and continued to run forward at lightning speed.

The barbed wire, which was stopped halfway, had a gap more than 20 meters wide. When Pierre approached the gap, he could still see the backs of the panicked enemies jumping into the trench.

Smoke and dust filled his eyes, and Pierre had to squint to identify the gap in the barbed wire.

The white foam from the warhorse under his crotch had soaked his boots, and its ribs heaved violently under his palms, as if they would pierce through the fur at any second.

Fifty steps... This fatal distance felt like both heaven and hell at the moment. He could see at least five flintlock rifles sticking out from behind the mounds on both sides of the gap.

They opened fire, but the bullets missed Pierre, who managed to steer his horse over the trench, swiping his sword across the neck of an enemy, leaving a trail of blood.

However, when the warhorse landed, it suddenly twitched violently, and warm horse blood splattered on Pierre's pants.

He rolled off his horse relying on muscle memory. The moment his knees hit the ground, he heard the crisp sound of cartilage rubbing against each other. The pale face of the enemy soldier peeked out from the edge of the trench, and the bayonet on the gun barrel pointed at Pierre's back.

At this critical moment, the old captain jumped over on his horse, and his warhorse's hoof kicked the enemy's head in mid-air, blowing it apart.

Of course, doing so also came at a price. Captain Bertrand fell off his horse, and his mount plummeted to the ground, kicking its hooves, unable to stand up again... its leg was broken.

"Charge, charge up the earth wall and occupy this place!"

Bertrand didn't care. He got up from the ground and rushed to the wall immediately. Pierre had to follow him.

At this time, more cuirassier cavalry also drove their horses over the trenches. They dismounted and attacked the earth walls and trenches with swords, shields and flintlock pistols they carried with them.

There were not many guards on the trenches and earthen walls. Although they were well-equipped, with each of them equipped with a flintlock rifle and enviable full-body mail armor, their fighting spirit was really not something Pierre could praise.

Only a dozen people were hacked to death by the cuirassiers, and these infantry, about two rows in number, fled in panic without even looking back.

They were unworthy of their weapons and uniforms. Pierre thought so, but he had no time to think deeply about this issue or criticize his enemies, because when he led the dismounted cavalry over the earthen wall that was only half a man high, he was surprised to find that there was barbed wire, chevaux de frise, and a trench behind the earthen wall.

There is a road leading to Bolas Fortress and the hills on both sides, but the road is very narrow, only allowing two carriages to run side by side, and it is winding, so traveling on it requires a long detour.

In addition, hundreds of soldiers were coming, and they were obviously preparing to drive away the hundred or so cuirassiers and retake the frontier positions.

In the area occupied by the cuirassiers, there was no cover for them to use except the earth wall behind them.

There was a curved trench waiting for them ahead, but after looking around, Pierre decided to climb over the wall and go back.

"Sir, go back, go back, we can't stay here..."

"I know, but we can't just go back like this. I'll lead the charge, and you lead the others to tear down this section of the wall, tearing it down in half!"

After a brief discussion with his old boss, Pierre and his old boss split up with half of their men. The former went to tear down the wall, while the latter led a charge on foot, trying to repel the enemy's counterattack and buy time for reinforcements to arrive.

……

"Damn it, where are the reinforcements? Where did they die?!"

Black and White Bear roared angrily. In the rearranged square formation, he still stood at the front, holding the spear of his dead comrade, and stood shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, with the remaining twenty Han and Tang warriors.

Not far away, about two hundred meters away, a large group of black cavalry of the Republic were rushing towards them. Their formation was not as strict as the first wave of cuirassiers, but rather scattered.

Because they were scattered and there were hundreds of them, the scene of these cavalry charging was very spectacular. They were like a black torrent, carrying dust and murderous aura, rushing towards the Han and Tang warriors.

The neighing of war horses, the roar of horse hooves, and the low shouts of the cavalrymen intertwined together, like the music of death, shaking the earth slightly.

However, perhaps because of their experience, or perhaps because the momentum of these hundreds of cavalrymen was a little weak, the Han and Tang warriors and other players gathered around the black and white bear did not show any fear. The former even continued to curse and complain about the poor quality of their weapons.

"And this big spear! Damn it! Whose weapon is this? The mulberry wood shaft hasn't been properly processed yet. It's too weak and breaks easily when hit..."

"Come on, brother, stop yelling. The captain is dead. What's the point of saying this now?"

"I'm so angry! The enemy cavalry is coming again. My spear broke during the last cavalry charge. It's clearly not up to standard."

This is indeed a problem, but it’s not anyone’s fault.

Tang-style fish-scale armor and mountain-patterned armor can be made with piles of steel, but the barrels of spears require time to process. Because the war broke out too suddenly and there was insufficient time to make spears, the commanders of the Han and Tang warriors could only purchase semi-finished products to equip their subordinates.

In fact, there are finished long spears with hardwood shafts, five meters long. Although they have little elasticity, they are sturdy. However, using such hardwood spears or super-long spears is obviously not in line with the temperament of Han and Tang warriors.

Therefore, the commander of the Han and Tang warriors was unwilling to compromise... Well, from this point of view, his death was not unjust.

Now Black and White Bear kept yelling, but he couldn't solve the problem. The enemy cavalry was already charging towards him, so he had to stop complaining and prepare to face the second wave of larger-scale cavalry attack.

(End of this chapter)