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Chapter 629 Cavalry Charge

In the trenches filled with smoke, the sound of gunfire was endless like that of the Erdian bolt-action rifles, semi-automatic rifles, light machine guns, and the mg-25 13mm heavy machine guns called "Life Reapers", a large number of guns kept pouring bullets. If the attack was the Envoy Team in 1914, such firepower storage would be eliminated, and there would be no ambiguity. However, after two years, the British team is no longer the same as before. Whether it is the light armored "Vicks", the heavy armored "Kitchener", the "Paladin" with multiple turrets, or the American M3 "Rankers", they are not afraid of ordinary bullets, and the limited number of coalition field artillery and chariot troops cannot take care of the entire line of defense, so in many areas, the British attack line is moving forward step by step...

He drew out the ten rounds of bullets in the magazine at a slow pace. Galach leaned against the wall of the trench, loading bullets while protruding his head to watch. The explosion was getting closer and closer, and the hazy dark tide was getting closer, making people nervous and suffocating and oppressive feeling stronger.

The private beside him retracted his body and loaded the ammunition, and asked Gallach for help: "It seems that he can't kill those British soldiers!"

Gallach sighed, it was like there were steel chariots in front of the formation, and most of the bullets fired by the coalition officers and soldiers had done useless work. Because of this, the battle started again for almost a quarter of an hour, and he himself fired two magazines, or 20 bullets, and probably he didn't even have the toes of the British soldiers next to each other.

Seeing that Galach did not answer, Private asked, "What should I do?"

For Gallach, this was an unsolvable question. Before he could answer, the German command suddenly came from behind, followed by a drum-like dong dong.

"Mortar!" Gallach whispered, "It is the German mortar group, they can attack the infantry through the enemy chariot groups."

The young private asked another question that made Gallach difficult: "If the shells hit the top of the British chariot, they should be able to knock them off, right?"

"I think it should be possible." Gallach replied vaguely.

The German mortar group behind him should have only two mortars. The thunder sound of the gun sounds sounded every five or six seconds, and the rate of fire was slightly faster than the famous field rapid-fire cannon. However, the current battle situation is chaotic and complicated, and people cannot directly see the actual effect of this small-caliber curved fire weapon.

Despite this, the continuous shooting of the mortar team gave the soldiers in the trench some psychological comfort.

After reloading, the Private knocked out ten bullets in less than two minutes, but Gallach did not fire a single shot. He focused on observing the situation on the battlefield: British tanks destroyed by coalition artillery fire were scattered everywhere, some were still burning, and some were still smoking, but most of them were just staying quietly in place, and it was difficult to tell which ones were left behind in the previous battle and which were stuck in this offensive. This seemed irrelevant, but it actually contained a very heavy load.

The battle information is necessary. In the previous attack, some British chariots pierced the coalition defense line and almost broke the coalition defense. They were defeated because the infantry troops did not follow up in time. What Gallach saw was that the British chariots that were stopped at the forefront of the trench and were destroyed after running over the trench were all heavy-equipped models with a kind appearance. The group of British chariots rolling in the moment seemed to be more small and light-equipped models, which meant that the British army had made certain tactical adjustments.

The British team started to equip war vehicles in 1915. By the early 1930s, there were four light chariots that had appeared in the public eye: British Vickers MK-i, MK-ii and American M2a1 and M2a4. The most equipped one was the Vickers MK-ii model made in the UK. Its appearance is similar to the Hubert-13, which was first equipped by the German team. However, it uses a completely different trolley suspension system and has strong long-distance driving ability. The maximum road speed is believed to be 50 kilometers per hour, and the off-road speed is about 30 kilometers, which is nearly twice as fast as the "Kitchener" and the "Paladin".

"The grenades are transported up, each group of twenty rounds, only two launchers. Evan, take one, remember to wait until the enemy's chariot enters the range before firing!"

Gallah was surprised when he suddenly heard Riley's voice. He turned his head and the two of them had a match for each other's eyes. He saw an indescribable complex expression in each other's eyes. Riley placed a cylindrical metal object at Gallah's hand and placed a tin box with a handle on the ground.

After each Irish soldier learns to use rifles and grenades, he will be exposed to rifles. As a grenade derivative, the history of rifles can be traced back to the 17th century. In the last battle, the German team found that this weapon was very practical in the battle, so it was manufactured in large quantities and put into the battlefield. After the war, all the powerful countries listed it as a standard equipment for the army, and Ireland was no exception. They promoted localized production according to German standards and improved the blasting model used to deal with concrete fortifications into anti-armor models, widely equipped with paratroopers, marines and front-line army units.

This time, the 1st Paratrooper Battalion airborne the Cohen Peninsula. Anti-armored grenades, anti-tank grenades and anti-tank mines were airdropped with ordinary ammunition. The flawless configuration during training often showed its shortcomings on the battlefield. The anti-chariot weapons dropped by airdrop were only so pitiful to each paratrooper combat group. The battle to assist the landing troops in capturing Abersoh was consumed a lot. According to the landing plan, various weapons and equipment, ammunition and supplies should follow the first batch of landings immediately.

The troops were transported to the shore. Although the coalition forces conducted many drills, when they arrived on the British coast, chaos inevitably occurred under the repeated harassment of British fighter jets and lightning ships. A large amount of combat materials were either too late to transport to the shore, or were piled up on the beach, or were disproportionately transported to the defense line. Although the armor-breaking ability of anti-armor grenades was limited and the effective range was very close, if they could be supplied to the front line without restrictions, how could British combat vehicles have the opportunity to crush the coalition line?

After Riley left, the private couldn't wait to open the ammunition box on the ground, where ten spinning grenades were neatly placed inside. He raised his head and looked at Galach with joy.

"Even if two shots kill one, it will be enough to block the enemy's offensive!"

Gallach silently put the grenade launcher at the rifle's mouth and his eyes turned forward again. Looking around, there were probably four or five hundred British chariots rushing in this wave, which was more than the number of chariots invested in any military exercise held by the coalition forces in Ireland. Twenty or thirty chariots in front of them seemed to be the Vix-ii chariots. They were like a team of heroic and mighty Hussars, running in a straight line with a proud and arrogant attitude.

Gallach was particularly depressed after receiving the first grenade from the private. The development of industrial technology has brought about earth-shaking changes in the era of weapons in modern warfare, but in some aspects, they are similar to the single combat power of the Vicks chariots is limited, but once they pierce the coalition defense line in groups, then these light chariots will slaughter the coalition soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.

The British chariot group was two or three hundred meters away from the defense line. The coalition field artillery tried hard to block the shooting. The "Celtic Warriors" lying behind the position used precise shooting techniques. The coalition soldiers on the position were also using the few remaining combat defense artillery to resist, but all efforts could only slightly slow down the advancement speed of the British chariot group. Several firepower gaps appeared faintly on the long front.

Amid the endless sound of cannons, explosions and roar of chariots, Galach vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves. He thought his hearing was wrong, but when the agile figure of the cavalry swept over with the smoke and dust raised by the Vicks light chariot, he was stunned by the facts in front of him: it turned out to be a real cavalry!

Yes, the British cavalry appeared on the battlefield like ghosts. They did not have the overwhelming momentum, but ran between the chariots at a glance. The ancient cavalry and the armored cavalry fought side by side, what a strange scene!

Unlike the stable output of the machine, the horse has limited endurance and the full speed sprinting distance under heavy loading is short. When it is only one stone away from the coalition position, the British cavalry rushed forward, gradually surpassing the group of light chariots that were originally the first.

Gallach lowered his muzzle and pulled the trigger. Then he heard not a crisp gunshot, but a muffled sound like a wine bottle. But he had no time to do anything else. He grabbed the second grenade from the private's hand. His rough and direct actions surprised the other party. He wanted to say something, but the sound of horse hooves mixed in the roar of the chariot and the trembling feeling from the ground made him realize that the huge danger was approaching quickly. He stretched his neck a little, poked half of his head out of the trench, and then he froze.

The speed of the cavalry could rush through the last few dozen meters in a blink of an eye, while the machine guns on the coalition positions were firing in a tiny sound. Some people shouted "throw grenades" everywhere in the trenches. Is the hundreds of British cavalry rushing through the machine guns, the death net woven by the grenades, wielding cavalry swords to cut through the chests of the coalition soldiers, or the fearless cavalry fell at the forefront of the coalition positions, and the battle that decided life and death was in this blink of an instant.

After firing the second grenade with almost no aim, Galach suddenly pulled the privateer, but he didn't expect to use too much force, so he pulled him down directly. Reducing his head did not mean giving up resistance, but just calmly avoiding the god of death. Drop the rifle, Galach grabbed two grenades with one hand, and pulled all their fire-pulling buttons in his hand, taking a deep breath. The sound of horse hooves was almost lost by the horses, and the impact of the rider falling to the ground, and the grenades began to explode in a dense manner. He suddenly pulled off the fire of the grenade, and threw the two grenades together with his body.

The storm-like explosion sounded blocked all the sounds on the battlefield. The impact caused by the explosion swept violently like a hurricane. Countless high-speed spinning shrapnel flew in the air, cutting open the bodies without armor protection and arousing boiling blood.

After a while, seeing no cavalry running past the trench, Gallach picked up his rifle, loaded his grenade, and poked his head out. Two or three meters in front was a British rider lying next to him, with a strong war horse with his limbs still twitching, and the corpses around him were shocking. The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated and the dust was still flying. The cruel battle was not over. The squeaking sound of the metal tracks rubbing against the load-bearing wheel was close at hand, and the roar of the engine was right in his ears.
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