This is the first time that the four-carry chariots have been on the battlefield. When these chariots are roaring towards the battlefield, the soldiers standing on the chariot are shooting in an orderly manner. Although the chariots are also subversive, they are definitely much more stable than the horseback. The soldiers holding Henry rifles or Spencer rifles start shooting from about two hundred meters away. Although the accuracy is very poor at this distance, the powerful firepower of hundreds of beaded rifles is still extremely deadly.

"Be careful to keep your distance and shoot like you do during training,"

Zhu Xianhai, who was in the middle command, kept reminding them loudly. His orders were repeated by other cars. The convoy maintained a wedge-shaped offensive, and maintained a certain distance between cars. Just like in the past exercises, the queues between the convoys were neat.

In fact, they have conducted training countless times in the past. Compared with equestrian training, driving training is much simpler. After all, for the coachman, all he needs is to keep the queue, and to cut off the harness decisively and quickly when the war horse is shot to avoid damaging the horse to drag down the speed.

Shoot like during training!

When Xu Wentao, who was in the queue, tried to stand firm when he picked up the Spencer rifle, and controlled the angle with the T-step. At the same time, he would put his butt on the frame to keep his body stable. In past training, he had achieved good results in 6 shots of 7 shots.

"Wait, wait..."

Unlike other people's eagerness, he was not in a hurry to shoot. Each of them had ten bullet tubes in the bullet box around their waists, each of which contained 7 bullets. There were only 77 bullets in total.

Although the 7-shot Spencer rifle has a farther range than the Henry rifle, Xu Wentao is very clear that the closer the distance, the higher the shooting accuracy.

"Wait a little longer, wait until a hundred meters, shoot with your face!"

Once again, Xu Wentao shouted to his comrades beside him, and there were four riflesmen sitting behind a chariot. They were on the chariot, which was equivalent to ancient archers, but their rifles were more powerful and had a longer range.

"Go, go..."

While driving the carriage hard and galloping hard, several soldiers were operating a Gatling machine gun directly behind the chariot in front. When the riflemen started shooting, they did not shoot, but kept adjusting the angle and pointing the muzzle at the enemy.

Finally, at about a hundred meters away, two Gatling machine guns on both sides opened fire.

"Bang, bang..."

Although the hand-cranked Gatling machine gun was not very fast, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly with its sound. The rapid machine gun sound was so special. One 58-inch bullet roared towards the Gaoqiao people. The bullets with a thick finger instantly penetrated the abdomen of the war horse, interrupting the horse's legs, and the flying bullets swept one Gaoqiao people after another from the horse's back.

At the same time, the riflesmen immediately started to fire and aimed at the fastest rate of fire. The rate of fire of the rod-carrying rifle was quite amazing. However, in just a moment, the Gao Qiao people were shrouded in the rain of bullets of machine guns and rifles.

Such dense firepower completely subverted the understanding of Gao Qiao people, and they didn't even have time to pull the trigger - after all, the range of the revolver was a little too close.

At a distance of 100 meters, Gao Qiao people could only passively be beaten, and there was no power to fight back at all. Moreover, the shooting accuracy of the pistol on the bumpy horse was a bit touching. The Gao Qiao cavalry, who once relied on the revolver, immediately became a target, and it was a very tall one.

Hundred meters!

Although the hundred meters seemed very close, in the rain of bullets, the hundred meters were a fatal distance. When the rushing tanks were rushing rapidly, the soldiers who swung like rain kept aiming and shooting, and the Gao Qiao people kept falling down in front of them.

As the commander of the Gaucho people, Matoro was straightforward and without any hesitation. He immediately turned his horse and shouted loudly.

"retreat!"

Matoro has never been a hero. He was a singer, and he was essentially a flatterer. He was once a sensational figure in the officialdom of Buenos Aires. After all, he was General Mitre's most trusted confidant. Even this time he went to the battle, he was just to make a comeback.

Now, facing these enemies who emerged from there, and facing such a group of enemies who were driving carriages and using a single Henry rifle, he decisively chose to escape.

"Catch up!"

Everything is like it is simulated in the simulator, with no suspense at all. Five hundred people, four hundred Henry rifles and Spencer rifles, plus two Gatling machine guns, such powerful firepower is simply a devastating blow to the Gojo Cavalry.

After quickly firing a bullet, Xu Wentao immediately pulled out a bullet from the bullet box and quickly loaded it from the stock. After loading it again, he directly placed the "seven-sounding rifle" into the carriage, then pulled out a grenade barrel, placed the arc-shaped bullet tail on the frame of the carriage, adjusted the angle and aimed at the front, and then stuffed the 2-inch shell into the muzzle.

A "bang!" sounded, and the shells roared out.

In the blink of an eye, the shells fell among the fleeing Gao Qiao cavalry. In the violent explosion, cast iron fragments roared toward the surroundings. The zigzag fragments chopped the abdomen of the war horse like sharp blades. In the wail of the war horses, even the people and horses fell down, and five or six cavalrymen fell around the smoke. When the riflemen on the periphery were shooting, the crew members in the middle all set up grenade launchers. Although the range of this 2-inch grenade launcher was only only three hundred meters, this was enough.

For a moment, artillery shells like raindrops kept falling among the Gao Qiao cavalry. Among the rushing cavalry, smoke pillars rose into the air, and the whistling fragments made the cry of death, reaping life around them.

For the fleeing Gao Qiao cavalry, they had no room for fighting back. They were constantly bombarded by small shells, just hit bullets, fell down on horses, and then trampled to death by horse hooves behind them, or crushed bones by chariot wheels.

Chariot!

The chariot from BC was resurrected again, on this day, on this vast grassland...
Chapter completed!