Staring at the heavy cavalry who kept falling in the rain of bullets, Abudulla Khan's face turned pale. Although he expected possible casualties, he did not expect that the casualties would be so large.

"Khan, the speed of the heavy cavalry is too slow, so they are shot in vain..."

Yes, their speed was too slow, which allowed the Han muskets to take advantage of it, but in addition to the heavy cavalry, Braha also had an elite light cavalry!

If it were light cavalry, they might have broken through the Han people's square formation and then slashed them at will with a scimitar.

Their wing defense is very empty, and it is time now!

Break through their square formation from the flank!

After the order from Abudulla Khan was issued, the Bukhara light cavalry, who had been eager to try, moved. They whipped their horses and headed towards the flanking strike of the Shun Army like the wind.

Whether it is the Uzbeks or the Tajiks, they are the best cavalry, and they also have the best war horse in the world, the Akhaltekin horse. This is the legendary "sweat-blooded BMW". Tens of thousands of light cavalry rode high-quality war horses and advanced like lightning.

As soon as they appeared, the Shun Army paid attention to these fast light cavalrymen. In response to this, the Shun Army, which was responsible for flanking defense, was not in a hurry. They immediately adjusted the formation according to the command.

At a distance of four or five hundred meters, this is also the maximum range of the Shunjun rifle rifle. Under the orders of the officials and the officials, the Shunjun pulled the trigger one after another. Because the distance was long, in order to pursue ammunition dense, all the musketeers on the flank fired at the same time.

After a burst of dense gunfire, the horizontal lines were covered by white smoke.

"All...pretend!"

Breathing at the choking smell of gunpowder, Zhang Qiangsheng ordered.

Although firearms have been used in large quantities, the Shunjun's commands still seem a bit casual. After all, the military commands in later generations were formed after hundreds of years of the firearm era.

With his order, hundreds of musketeers in the team quickly loaded ammunition, tore open the paper bag, poured gunpowder, and stuffed the projectiles...

Soon the report that the assembly was completed sounded in the team.

"Open fire!"

"Open fire!"

"Open fire!"

...There were continuous sounds of commands in the team, and the musketeers of the army pulled the trigger as they ordered.

A series of gunshots like explosive beans echoed in the wilderness.

The Bukhara cavalry who were charging forward were instantly defeated.

cavalry!

Even though the cavalry once dominated the battlefield, they could only passively be beaten in front of the inline muskets. Even if the saddles of the Bukhara cavalry were equipped with a composite riding bow made by Persian craftsmen, it was useless at a distance of hundreds of meters.

Even if the whistling lead failed to hit the cavalry on the horse's back, it could easily hit the war horse. The hot lead to tear the flesh of the war horse, smash its bones, and make the war horse stumble on the ground with a wail.

Thousands of cavalry seemed to be aggressive, but facing the lead flying like raindrops, they were simply a group of living targets, a group of targets rushing towards the lead.

These Bukhara cavalry, who once made Persians and Kazakhs fear, were just passively beaten, and the cavalry that rushed in with great momentum fell down in pieces. In front of the muskets, they were like wheat and swept to the ground.

The lead hits them and will make blood holes. At the same time, one after another, one after another, the artillery shells continued to hit the middle of the cavalry. Although the flowering bullets came, the moment the flowering bullets fell, it still caused a bloody storm in the team like solid bullets. The shells smashed the cavalry's shoulders and smashed the head of another war horse behind them, and then fell to the ground. The horse's hooves of another horse were smashed. The wooden letter tube did not explode immediately, but spit smoke in the grass. However, no one on the battlefield could notice this detail. It was not until a few seconds later, when the cavalry passed around the shells, the shells exploded one after another. Although there were many fires, the explosion of shells still brought out large pieces of residual limbs among the soldiers.

The war horses were even blown into the air directly. Some war horses were cut by shrapnel, and their intestines and other internal organs were scattered all over the ground while they were running. When they fell down, the war horses were wailing in despair, and the Bukhara cavalry on the horse's back was also broken and bleeding.

Although these Bukhara cavalry were brave, the distance between three or four hundred meters was so far away for them.

"One team! The whole team!"

"Accelerate. Accelerate! Run, run, as long as the speed is fast enough, they will not be able to hit us..."

The Bukhara noble officers on the horse were shouting in the team. Driven by them, the living cavalry gathered again and killed the Han people desperately.

But they didn't know that the denser the formation, the easier it was to be hit. Even if they tried to use the people in front of them to block the Han people's bullets, the dense rain of bullets always greeted everyone.

If someone looked down from the air at this time, he would definitely see that with each volley of the Shun Army, the Bukhara cavalry would always fall in groups. Although they tried their best to attack the Shun Army from the front and from the side, it was like an invisible hand blocking them. In the blocking of this invisible hand, all the cavalry rushing in front were overturned.

despair!

For the Bukhara cavalry in it, they finally realized what despair is. They found in despair that no matter how they rushed, they could not break through the defense line of the Han people, nor could they break through the rain of bullets in front of them. However, even so, they still stubbornly charged forward.

“Ah…that’s the big one…”

Although they howled and tried to get God's blessing, today, on this battlefield, muskets and cannons are undoubtedly the god of death here, and no one can escape from God of Death.

As the distance narrowed, the artillery began to sprinkle shotguns at the cavalry. Thousands of shotguns enveloped the cavalry like raindrops, breaking through their armor and tearing their flesh and blood. Those excellent war horses fell into a pool of blood under the attack of the shotguns.

Gunshots, cannons!

Echoing on the battlefield, the brave Bukhara cavalrymen were unable to break through the fire net composed of Shun military guns and cannons from beginning to end.

Finally, when everything was over, no one could find standing in the wilderness. The dark red corpses were lying everywhere, with war horses and the whine of the wounded everywhere. Those who had been lucky enough to die were just in this slaughterhouse...
Chapter completed!