What kind of person is Li Xiao!

There are many opinions about Li Xiao in the West!

Some say he is a tyrant who will eat the heart of a young girl in the morning.

Eat three sheep at noon, eat a cow at night, and find the most beautiful virgin to sleep with.

This virgin will be his snack the next morning!

Others say that Li Xiao went to Beihai to fight with the sea monster when he had nothing to do.

The Siren in the North Sea hid in the sea and could not come out, so Li Xiao went to find trouble with the Dragon King in the South Sea.

I don’t know whether the European mythology system has become chaotic due to the cultural invasion of the Ming Dynasty, or whether the European mythology system already has the legend of the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

Anyway, according to various versions circulating, Li Xiao is a troubled person who will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't sort things out for a day.

Among the legends about Li Xiao, the most pertinent is Napoleon’s evaluation.

As fierce as a wolf, as cunning as a fox, and as domineering as a tiger.

The army he commanded moved like an eagle volleying in the sky.

Calm down, like a turtle that has been motionless for many years.

Perhaps to verify the assertion of Napoleon's military god, Operation Don perfectly explained the horror of Lee's attack.

At half past five in the morning, when it was just dawn, the Kuanbei of the First Division advanced towards the solid field position of the French army from a front that was eight kilometers wide.

The battle only lasted until eight o'clock in the morning, and the Ming army had already embedded itself 20 kilometers deep into the French position.

Following Zu Kuan, Cao Bianjiao and Li Dingguo, the 2nd and 3rd Tank Divisions formed the left and right wings respectively.

Along the breach opened by Zu Kuan, the tide surged into the back of the French position!

The left and right uppercuts were thrown at the same time, quickly cutting off the retreat of eight French divisions on the Don River.

The tanks recklessly attacked the French command posts, logistics supply points, and artillery positions.

The large number of infantrymen on the front line were in a dilemma.

If they leave the strong field fortifications, they will be bombarded by the Ming army on the opposite side.

If they don't leave the field fortifications, the only thing waiting for them is siege.

The most important thing is that their command is completely confused.

The company can't find the battalion headquarters, and the regiment headquarters can't be found in the battalion, but the communication with the upper levels is very smooth.

After all, the division-level command posts all have relatively strong underground bunkers, and a tank division with a small number of infantrymen will not be able to take them down in a short while.

But the paralysis of grassroots command has left front-line troops in a leaderless state.

As a result, a surprising scene in the history of war occurred.

Some of the French troops on the front line were scurrying around like flies, leaving their bunkers to defend the command post, or running away.

In some cases, they stayed inside the fortifications and were shelled.

You won't even step out even if you're beaten to death, since you haven't received the order anyway. Staying on the spot is the right way to go!

What's more, it will directly disintegrate. The soldiers will do whatever they like and do whatever they like.

The reason is that their commander was killed, or the commander collapsed due to shelling.

The Stuka in the sky is like a goshawk hovering over the French.

As long as they see fleeing French soldiers, they will pounce down and use the machine guns on the plane to shoot at those poor French soldiers unbridled.

There is absolutely no way a person can outrun an airplane and leave a field fortification. The poor French soldiers are no different than rabbits on the prairie!

Perhaps, they are worse than rabbits.

After all, rabbits can still find a hole to burrow into.

There were no cracks or holes in the ground for the French soldiers to escape.

Thirty-five kilometers behind the front line, a fierce battle was also going on at the Don River Bridge.

It was five o'clock in the morning, just half an hour before the battle started.

The Cossack leader Gregory personally led 800 of the toughest Cossacks, disguised as French troops, and climbed the Don Bridge.

The assault went almost perfectly, and the Cossack cavalry used their cavalry swords to eliminate a platoon guarding the bridge.

Then, using the equipment of the bridge defenders, they easily repelled the attack of the remaining two platoons.

The French were indeed a little careless. They only deployed one gendarme company to guard such an important bridge.

And the combat effectiveness of the military police...!

The combat effectiveness of the police in their army is not as good as that of those battle-hardened infantry units.

Another feat of Gregory was to cut off all the telephone wires on the bridge with a cavalry sword.

In other words, the French army's communication on both sides of the Don River was completely cut off.

Many of the nearby troops still didn't know what was going on.

The cut off of cross-strait communication has further exacerbated the chaos.

"Look! Two more people are here to die." Gregory pointed at two line-checking soldiers running over from a distance.

“Cherkasy!

Bardale!

They are yours!"

Gregory pointed at the two muscular bearded men beside him and said.

"Hahaha! It's our turn finally!" Bardale laughed ferociously, turned over with a kite and jumped onto the horse.

Not to be outdone, another Cossack, Cherkasi, also flew on his horse.

The hoofbeats of the two war horses made gravel fly everywhere.

The two signal soldiers were confused for a moment. They were signal soldiers and they came out to check the phone line.

The sharpest weapon on your body is the electrician's knife, and the next thing is the wire axle!

They didn't understand that two French cavalrymen came to meet them again because of Mao.

Moreover, they drew their sharp sabers and waved them while galloping.

Before they could react for too long, the war horse galloped past them like a wind.

Their heads were cut off from their necks with sharp sabers.

The speed was so fast that their bodies didn't even seem to react.

He took two steps forward and then fell to the side of the road with a "thud".

The blood spurted out from the cavity dyed a large area of ​​sand red.

Cercassi and Bardale slowly slowed down their horses, and then came back in a circle.

They dismounted and picked up the severed heads.

Cherkasi then tied the corpse's feet with ropes, slapped the horses, and dragged them into the woods by the roadside.

The woods were now filled with the smell of blood.

Fifty or sixty corpses lay scattered inside.

Some bold rats were jumping on the corpse, and some rats had already begun to chew on the fingers of the corpse.

"That's it!" Cherkasi found a place, untied the rope, coiled it up and put it on the horse's back.

Bardale held a branch in his hand and swept the dust randomly to cover the blood stains.

After just two minutes, it was as if nothing had happened.

There were only two Cossacks riding back with two bloody human heads hanging behind their horses' buttocks.

"Let me just say, my boys are invincible." Gregory praised excitedly.

The Cossack cavalry were always looked down upon by the Ming army after they defected to the Ming army.

It is said that cavalry is an obsolete branch of arms, and cavalry has been eliminated.

They were not interested in the Cossack cavalry and accepted them just to give Kutuzov face.

The Cossacks were very angry about this, especially the arrogant Grigory.

He felt that even today when machine guns are everywhere, cavalry still plays an irreplaceable role.

As for its function, he couldn't tell clearly.

Anyway, he felt that tanks couldn't go anywhere.

The vast plains of Eastern Europe are full of dense jungles and grasslands, which are very suitable for cavalry.

Although tanks are powerful, they cannot pass through dense forests.
To be continued...