Rise From Eight Hundred

After trotting for 50 meters, the Japanese cavalry formation began to gradually accelerate.

The more than 130 Chinese cavalrymen were still trotting and had not entered the acceleration state.

Fujihara showed contempt in his eyes. The distance between the two sides was close to 400, and the inferior Mongolian horses equipped by the Chinese dared not to accelerate. In just ten seconds, the big blue horse he was sitting on would accelerate to the peak.

At that time, the cavalrymen with a speed of 60 kilometers per hour would be like a flying arrow, cutting the Chinese cavalry formation that failed to accelerate to the highest speed into pieces effortlessly like butter.

Without the cavalry formation, the cavalrymen could only fight on their own. No matter how many people there were, what was the use?

He had already won this battle.

Fujihara's arrogance naturally had his reasons. Let's not talk about his riding skills and fighting will for the time being. The horses equipped by the two sides were originally very different.

The Japanese war horses are commonly known as Oriental horses. They are not local horse breeds, but are carefully bred.

The breeding of war horses is not a one-day or one-night job. It has gone through an extremely long process.

Since the Meiji Restoration, the rising Japan has attached great importance to the breeding of war horses. The horses native to Japan also belong to the Mongolian horse breed. Perhaps because of the "different" attraction in the island country, the height (vertical distance from the top of the withers to the ground) of the Mongolian horse, which was only 1.35 meters, was reduced again to 1.3 meters when it came to Japan.

Therefore, the Japanese government began to introduce Arabian horses, purebred horses, and Anglo-Arabian horses, and hybridized these horses with local horses. After decades of efforts, it finally bred Japan's own famous Oriental horses.

Even so, they still have to go through selection. Only those with a height of 1.53 meters, a weight of 460 kilograms, and no encumbered meat are qualified to become cavalry war horses. Those who fail to be selected can only be artillery draft horses, baggage draft horses or pack horses.

On the other hand, the Mongolian horses ridden by the Chinese cavalry were only 1.35 meters tall, the heaviest weighed only 360 kilograms, and the maximum speed was less than 50 kilometers per hour. All indicators were far behind the Oriental horses.

Of course, the Chinese cavalry chose Mongolian horses as war horses, although there was also helplessness, but Mongolian horses also have their advantages.

Such horses do not need to be fed with food, they can eat whatever grass they like in any season, they are hardworking and not afraid of the cold, and their vitality is extremely tenacious.

In plain words, they are easy to feed. This feature is the most suitable for the current Chinese national conditions.

And the Oriental horses of Japan will lose weight if they are not given some refined food every day, resulting in the Japanese cavalry carrying more horse food than human food, which is completely precious.

In addition, Mongolian horses have an unparalleled advantage in long-distance marches. In the Northeast, cavalrymen once marched for ten consecutive days, reaching 100 kilometers a day. If they were replaced by Japanese Oriental horses, it would be impossible.

However, these characteristics have nothing to do with the current battlefield. Cavalry duels rely on the rapid increase in short-distance speed and the weight of the horse itself. If the two horses collide in time, the height and weight will naturally have the advantage.

The warhorse breed is already at an absolute disadvantage, not to mention that the Japanese cavalry formation has begun to accelerate, while a group of Chinese cavalry are still walking forward at a leisurely pace.

"Boom! Boom!" The sound of horse hooves like thunder spread across the wilderness.

The hairs on the backs of the Chinese cavalrymen were all blown up by the excitement, and the war horses they sat on were also stimulated and snorted in horror, and the horses' hooves accelerated involuntarily.

"Hold on, hold on, listen to my orders!" Gong Shaoxun glanced at the Tang Dao in front of him with a cold look and a constant expression, and shouted loudly.

Some palpitating cavalrymen stroked the necks of the restless horses they sat on, and tried their best to calm their hearts.

"Brother, the Japanese are speeding up." The young soldier couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Why are you panicking? The commander didn't give the order to sprint, so he has his reasons." The old soldier looked straight ahead and shouted coldly.

The squad leader's calmness calmed the young soldier's panicked heart a little.

However, he didn't know that the old soldier's palm, which was tightly holding the Liao-made Thirteen-Year-Old Cavalry Lance, was full of slippery.

The old soldier trusted his commander, but facing the crazy attack of the Japanese cavalry, he still couldn't control his fear.

The distance between the two sides was 300 meters, and the Japanese cavalry had entered the final acceleration stage.

Looking from a distance, the opposite side was like a dark cloud rolling over, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

The ground seemed to be shaking.

However, Gong Shaoxun, Tang Dao and the two cavalry company commanders at the front of the cavalry formation were still holding down the speed, and the Chinese cavalry were still jogging.

250 meters!

200 meters!

"Spear!"

With Fujimoto's roar and his movement of holding the gun with his legs tightly clamped on the horse's belly and moving forward with one hand, the Japanese cavalry raised their lances one after another.

This was the conventional tactic before the cavalry duel. The cold-weapon-style chopping tactic of holding sabers from the beginning was outdated after the emergence of hot weapons.

The distance of 200 meters was enough for the cavalry to fire the bullets in the lance first and then draw the sabers hanging on the horse's belly.

"Get out of the way!" Gong Shaoxun roared, then turned sideways and hid his whole body under the horse's belly, showing his excellent riding skills.

Some Chinese cavalrymen lay on the horse's back tightly, while others also learned from their superiors and hid their whole bodies in the air on the side of the horse's belly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After a burst of gunfire, at least ten Chinese cavalrymen fell off their horses. Some horses were hit by bullets, screaming and ignoring the cavalrymen's efforts to control them. They ran out of the formation with all their hooves, and fell to the ground exhausted after running for 20 to 30 meters.

The cavalrymen who fell off their horses had no intention of getting up and running away, but crawled to find the nearest ditch.

That was the only place where he could survive. Otherwise, he would be trampled by his own horses and his bones would be broken before the Japanese cavalry arrived.

Once the cavalry entered the combat state, they would never stop for anyone, not even the highest commander. The probability of death for those who fell off their horses during the charge was more than 90%.

Either they fell to death or they were trampled to death by horses' hooves.

The Japanese cavalry had good marksmanship. On the back of the horse charging at high speed, they could still hit the same moving target 200 meters away. If they were given another round of shooting opportunities, perhaps the more than 130 Chinese cavalrymen who faced them would be equal to their strength.

However, they had no time, and the Chinese cavalry, which had already started, would not stop.

"Discard the lance! Draw the sword!" Fujihara turned his wrist slightly on the horse, which was moving at high speed, and inserted the short lance into the gun bag on one side, and then drew the saber on the other side and pointed it forward.

That set of movements was so skillful that it could be called beautiful. Even the cavalry captain who had been in the army for more than five years beside him had to admire this rich second generation. Although he was gilded, he definitely had the ability.

There were no more than ten people in the entire cavalry regiment who could collect the lance and draw the sword without any stagnation while running on a high-speed warhorse.

Most cavalrymen either took several seconds to insert the lance into the gun bag, or simply threw the lance away and drew the saber directly.

If the battle was won, they would pick up the lance again. If they failed, the lance would naturally be useless.

The Japanese would also judge the situation and were not all stubborn and dead-headed. In particular, they were noble cavalrymen, how could those country bumpkin infantrymen compare?

Throwing a lance was nothing!

The distance between the two sides was close to 150 meters. With the speed of the Japanese horse charging at full speed, it would only take two breaths to break into the Chinese cavalry formation that had just started to speed up.

However, Fujimotohara's eyes were no longer as confident and contemptuous as before. His intuition made him feel that something was wrong.

How could a cavalry that could take the initiative to walk out of the woods and fight him on horseback be so unbearable? They only started to accelerate until this critical moment?

Could it be that they had some conspiracy?

However, no matter how wrong it felt, it was now a full-scale charge. Even if there was a sea of ​​fire and swords ahead, he had to charge.

If it was a sea of ​​fire, he would flatten it. If it was a mountain of swords, he would smash it.

Fujimotohara's eyes gradually calmed down, and he held the knife in his hand more tightly.

However, the next moment, the calm eyes froze.

"Despicable!" Fujimotohara's roar sounded.

He himself turned to one side, his whole body suspended in the air, hiding under the belly of the horse running at high speed.

The formation of the Chinese cavalry suddenly changed, spreading to both wings, seemingly to avoid the peak of the Japanese cavalry.

This was originally a very wrong choice. The warhorse was charging at high speed, but it was not impossible to turn. The speed of the cavalrymen who avoided it would be reduced again. Wouldn't that be a way to seek death?

But the guns suddenly raised by the cavalrymen in the front row were the main reason for the proud Japanese nobles to hide themselves in a group.

That was not a single-shot cavalry rifle, but a submachine gun.