The deafening shouts echoed on the vast grassland, and once again, the Goucho people, these trampers and South American cowboys, either holding spears or holding revolvers, rushed towards the Mapuche people.

"They are here!"

Chief Namong Ghaza stared at the Gao Qiao people rushing towards him. His seemingly determined gaze was filled with a hint of despair. He pursed his lips and suddenly a thought popped up in his heart.

Maybe I am destined to die here today!

At least you can die gloriously!

Death as a soldier on the battlefield may be a good destination.

He knew very well that if he wanted these Gao Qiao people to give up, they would give up only if they hurt them hard and only if they hurt them as much as possible.

"Hus, we must entangle them after a while. Even if we all die here, we must entangle them. As long as we entangle them, our wives and children will have meat to eat and will not starve..."

"Chief, I know!"

Hus nodded vigorously.

"Kill all the white people!"

Chief Namongkoza raised his spear hard, and the Mapuche riders beside him also shouted that although the revolver of the Goucho people was very powerful, they were fearless.

Once again, they came forward without hesitation. They held their spears tightly and stabbed the white man with bullets, and stabbed the Gao Qiao man.

Although the bullets hit their bodies, the injured were still shouting enthusiastically, waving their spears, and stabbing them hard at the enemy. The sharp spearhead pierced the horses, and even pierced the Gao Qiao people on the horse's back into the air.

In the collision between blood, one person after another fell down. Whether it was the Gao Qiao or the Mapuche, it was fair in front of the god of death.

Chief Namong Koza shouted as he stabbed a Gaucho cavalry with his spear.

"Let them die..."

The blood mist flew away!

The spears in the riders' hands were like sharp arrows, easily piercing the enemy's body. Under the impact of the war horse, their bodies were even torn into two pieces.

The battlefield was full of bloody storms. The swords and swords were lit, the horses were neighing, the blood flowed into a river, and the corpses were everywhere.

Death is the destined ending on the battlefield.

Although Matoro initially wanted to break through the Mapuche defense line like in the past, and now he has also made the Mapuche people scatter with the firepower advantage of the revolver, the Mapuche people were pestering him and all of them as if they were desperate.

During the battle, the firepower advantage of the revolver is still overwhelming. The cavalry wandering on the battlefield keeps shooting Mapuche people with pistols. In order to kill the enemy as much as possible, they even gave up hitting people and instead shot at the horse. The horse's target is larger and easier to hit.

More and more Mapuche men fell under muskets with horses. Suddenly, the war horse riding chief Namongzha neighed and directly pushed him to the ground.

Chief Namong Koza, who fell to the ground, stood up even though he was a little confused by the fall. He shook his head and grabbed the spear.

"Okay, it's all over..."

Yes, the Mapuche people who lost their horses on the battlefield have only one way to die.

A Gao Qiao cavalry stared at him and rode his horse to kill him.

Facing the sharp spear tip of the spear in the hands of the Gojo people, Chief Namongzha closed his eyes. He seemed to be feeling the gentle breeze of the Pampas prairie. The breeze gently caressed his cheeks and brushed his black hair. He held the spear in his hand tightly, and he knew that the moment of death was approaching again.

When he thought of death, he was not afraid. His heart beat faster and his blood boiled. He opened his eyes, held his spear tightly with both hands, and stared hard ahead.

At this moment, he saw the Gao Qiao cavalry falling down, as if he was tripped by something, and fell to the ground with his man and horse. Then someone fell down again.

Then he heard a thunder sound!

What's going on?

The next moment, the thunder sounded.

The thunder was the sound of hundreds of war horses trampling on the earth. Four-wheeled carriages were dragged by four horses and galloping on the Pampas grassland.

One hundred carriages and four hundred horses are extremely spectacular when moving. Even thousands of cavalry cannot produce such momentum.

Juan and others who were riding on horses followed the huge carriage, always had questions in their eyes. They had seen carriages, but they had never seen such carriages, and they had never seen such a carriage.

"Juan, why do you say they are on a carriage? Why don't they ride horses?"

Malthus wondered.

"Maybe, it's because they don't have enough horses."

Juan knew that the carriage was Zhu Xianhai’s real secret weapon.

What is the Pampas Prairie?

It is the vastest grassland in the world, and it is basically a forestless grassland. On such grasslands, in this era, both the Mapuche people and the Argentines had a large number of cavalry. The former can be called a "nation on horseback", while the latter includes both the Gao Qiao people and South American cowboys. After saying this, they all grew up riding horses.

In contrast, in Nanhua, they basically don’t ride horses and play cavalry like their opponents? They are simply trying to attack the enemy’s strengths with their own shortcomings. Isn’t this seeking death?

However, such terrain cannot be separated from cavalry, so after the first conflict with the Mapuche people, Zhu Xianhai was always thinking about how to restrain the cavalry.

flexibility!

This is the greatest advantage of cavalry.

The most important thing in the grassland is maneuver, then firepower, and finally defense.

How should the party who is not good at riding a horse make up for the mobility?

After thinking about it, when he was taking a carriage to the reclamation area, Zhu Xianhai's eyes lit up. Compared with cavalry, the technique of driving a carriage was simpler. He thought of a special carriage in old Soviet movies - gun-mounted card. In fact, it was to load a machine gun on a carriage, which was the ancestor of "armed pickup truck". During the Soviet-Russian civil war, the gun-mounted card of the red and white sides was arranged in combat formations and siege cities and plundering land on the vast Eastern European plains, either attacking or defending, playing an extremely important role.

So, Zhu Xianhai immediately designed a "standardized" gun-mounted chariot.

The new "chariot" uses a lot of steel parts, and the rear half of the body is made of iron plates, which can provide certain protection for members. Using leaf springs to slow down driving bumps, in addition to improving riding comfort, the stability of the carriage during driving plays a crucial role in the accuracy of shooting. In addition, if there is no spring, violent bumps on the battlefield often cause the wooden carriage to fall apart.

Although Zhu Xianhai did not have the Maxim machine gun armed force to use guns, he had Henry rifles and Spencer rifles. He then formulated a field strategy with the core of "chariots", which abandoned infantry, artillery, and even cavalry, and four riflesmen on the chariots, standing on the carriages like archers of ancient chariots. The core of this tactic is that the above hundred chariots are arranged in combat formations to fight against the enemy cavalry.

Compared to cavalry shooting on the rushing war horses, chariots are definitely a more stable shooting platform! Moreover, on this flat prairie, there is absolutely no terrain problem with using chariots.

The chariot is Zhu Xianhai’s secret weapon for traversing the grassland!

The steam tank is...but it is too slow, the four-pin chariot is absolutely no slower than the cavalry!

On the grassland, it is definitely a weapon that is no less than that of cavalry.
Chapter completed!