Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

The news that the devil wants to move recently spread like a hurricane throughout Northwest Shanxi.

The various troops began to tense up, almost every day, there were traces of dispatching troops and generals in every place.

There seemed to be a faint smell of gunpowder in the whole air.

But under such a tense atmosphere, Wu Qianli still lived a leisurely life.

Especially after Sun Desheng joined, Wu Qianli still focused more on forming cavalry.

Just like what he promised Sun Desheng before, he let him choose the manpower of the cavalry unit at will, except of course, except for the special forces.

However, although the special forces cannot join the cavalry, learning is still necessary.

After all, according to Wu Qianli, the special operations team is the almighty king of all arms, so how can they not fight on horseback?
On this day, Wu Qianli came to the training ground of the cavalry in the back mountain as usual.

"Didn't everyone eat? After squatting for a long time, they couldn't stand up anymore?"

As soon as he arrived at the training place, Wu Qianli heard Sun Desheng scolding him.

Following the sound and looking forward, I saw the soldiers selected by Sun Desheng squatting with heavy loads around their waists, sweating profusely.

And next to them are members of the Special Forces.

"Battalion Commander Sun!" Wu Qianli shouted not far away, and it was only then that Sun Desheng discovered Wu Qianli's arrival.

"Keep practicing, don't be lazy!" Sun Desheng instructed, and then quickly came to Wu Qianli.

"Commander, what's the matter?"

Wu Qianli shook his head: "It's okay, I just came to see how the training is going?"

"Are those weapons used smoothly?"

As soon as the weapons were mentioned, Sun Desheng was immediately overwhelmed with excitement: "Commander, those weapons are amazing."

"I have been a cavalryman for so many years, and I have never used such a good weapon. That gun, not to mention light, is still powerful."

"And that rifle, the range and penetration are nothing to say."

"It's the same with the saber. Cutting a wooden stake is like cutting melons and vegetables. If you chop off the head of the little devil, the blood will not even get on the blade."

Wu Qianli smiled faintly. He almost gave the cavalry troops the best in terms of weapons and equipment, second only to the special forces.

The MP40 submachine gun is used as the main firepower output. With its lightweight design, it can be fired even with one hand.

But the short board is also obvious, that is, the excessively fast rate of fire can easily cause the bullets to fail to keep up.

If it's on the ground, it's easy to change bullets under the cover of each other, but it won't work on horseback.

Changing bullets during the charge almost became a living target.

Moreover, the submachine gun has a short range and low accuracy, and there are not many ways to deal with enemies outside the range.

Taking this into consideration, Wu Qianli equipped them with 98K to make up for this shortcoming.

With an effective range of 800 meters, coupled with the high mobility of the cavalry, basically any enemy within sight can be killed with one shot.

As a cavalry, naturally there will be no shortage of sabers.

Although the material of the saber is the same as that of an ordinary saber, its sharpness is definitely far superior to that of an ordinary saber.

As Sun Desheng said, their current sabers are no problem at all for chopping a ten-centimeter-thick wooden stake.

"I have given you the best equipment possible, and then you have to train me well."

Wu Qianli said seriously: "I saw you guys training horse stance just now?"

Sun Desheng nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Wu Qianli was not hypocritical, he just wanted to see how Sun Desheng trained the cavalry.

Seeing Wu Qianli approaching, the monk who had been squatting on horseback was the first to stand up: "Company commander, you came just in time!"

"You judge, what kind of training is this?"

"Shouldn't the cavalry practice horsemanship and chopping? No matter how bad they are, they have to practice continuous marksmanship?"

Wu Qianli didn't speak, since he threw the training to Sun Desheng, he naturally wouldn't intervene.

Sun Desheng snorted coldly: "What do you know, monk? Naturally, I have my reasons for training you this way."

"Horseback riding pays attention to the unity of waist and horse, especially when fighting, often both hands have to be taken off the horse rope. If you want not to fall off the horse's back, you have to hook the saddle with your toes and rely on the strength of your inner thighs."

"Cavalry attack pays attention to cutting left and right. If you want to deal with enemies coming from both sides without dismounting your horse, you have to rely on the rotation of your waist to adjust to meet the enemy."

"Squatting with weights trains the thighs and waist at the same time!"

The monk snorted coldly: "It's so mysterious, it seems like I understand what I said."

"Let me tell you, when I was in Shaolin Temple, I practiced legs."

"But your waist is weak!"

Before the monk finished speaking, Sun Desheng immediately snapped back: "You have strong thighs, so are you going to clamp your horse to death?"

"If you had a strong waist, could you have been thrown off your horse by me two days ago?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

No matter what era, the last thing a man wants is to be told that his waist is not good.

Although Sun Desheng's words didn't mean that, but everyone would still think in that direction.

The monk's face turned red immediately: "What nonsense are you talking about? When will my waist fail?"

"You were the one who made a sneak attack last time. If you are capable, let's make gestures now?"

"Okay! I can't ask for it!"

Sun Desheng is also a belligerent master, and he immediately pulled up his posture when he heard this.

"boom!"

At this moment, a burst of shell explosion sounded like muffled thunder.

Everyone immediately became alert.

Wu Qianli frowned, and immediately turned around and shouted, "Where is the cannon coming from?"

Soon, a scout ran over in a hurry: "Company commander, we found a devil squadron not far from our base, and it seems to be attacking someone."

Wu Qianli was taken aback, then immediately turned around and said, "Stop training."

"The special operations team will go down the mountain with me to have a look, and inform Chen Kuan's troops to go down the mountain together, and the other teams should be on guard!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, and then got ready.

In a valley two kilometers away from Heiyun Mountain.

More than a dozen militia squads in linen clothes were surrounding a soil cannon, and they had everything in their hands.

The earthen gun, made in Hanyang, has a [-]-inch cover with almost worn out rifling.

And what they were facing was a full squadron of devils, and their weapons and equipment were even worse.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a burly, crew-cut man killed the devil closest to them with one shot.

His tactical moves and marksmanship are good, obviously he has received professional training.

"Brother Zhihua, there are too many little devils, we can't stop them!"

"Brother Zhihua, we don't have many shells and bullets. I'm afraid we won't be able to break out!"

Obviously, facing the siege of the devils, these militiamen already knew their results, and each of them began to feel a little depressed.

"Crack!"

Yang Zhihua retracted a bullet casing and aimed at a devil again to pull the trigger.

"We and the little devils are destined to die forever. Either they die or we die. Since we have taken this path, death in battle is our final destination."

"Don't shoot out all the bullets, keep one for yourself, even if we die, we can't be captives of the devil."

"Since you can't survive anymore, let's take the little devils as a backing, kill one for no loss, and kill two for blood."

"Brother, even if you die, you will die on the way to the charge. If you don't have bullets, even if you bite with your teeth, you will kill two devils!"