The horsemen's horses gradually turned from trotting to galloping, and at this time they approached the enemy line. The cavalrymen's bodies bowed slightly, the swords in their hands were held high above their heads and waved, and the moonlight was simply reflected by the thousands of sabers on the battlefield, reflecting a cold glow like electric sparks.

The galloping horse is running forward with its body leaping forward, as if flying close to the ground. The sound of horses' hooves, mixed with the shouts of the cavalry, seemed to be a huge wave from far and near, as if with an infinite and irresistible shock wave, crushing the will of the French soldiers. Messy shouts, in the bunker, the soldiers who had just returned from the collapse of the afternoon, shouted from the mouths of the soldiers.

"They're going to rush up, they're going to rush in......"

"Shut up, shut up, and get ready to shoot!"

The sound in the bunker traveled very far, and the cry of one person in fear often caused the entire bunker to panic. The officer in charge of the 1st Assault Cavalry Division, wielding a Mauser pistol with a wooden box mounted as a butt, let out a threatening cry from his mouth.

Speaking of which, they were just as nervous as the Chinese soldiers in the turrets in the middle of the bunker complex. In a sense, they're all recruits who haven't been on the battlefield. But they have one belief, and only one belief.

"Fuck you, stop Lao Tzu from glorifying your ancestors, you guys will fucking die!"

The logic of the Chinese soldiers is simple, without Mike. Prince. Merlin Military Industrial Group, then there is no study abroad! Younger brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters are not likely to get high-paying jobs after completing their studies in Western schools, and that will affect the prosperity of the entire family.

In the eyes of these Chinese soldiers, this is an intolerable thing.

At this moment, several planes hovering in the sky began to drop flares, and a huge array of knights who seemed to pour down like lava flashed on the ground.

On the top floor of the turret is the observation post of the 82mm mortar squad for the support fire of the bunker group. As the cavalry began to charge, they shouted into the telephone receiver.

“…… Ruler 1000, shotgun, fire shot! ”

As the mortars fired from the pillboxes, the vehicle-mounted 75-mm guns behind the positions for fire support also received information from their respective artillery observation groups.

A large number of shells pierced the air and made a slightly distinct whistling.

From the planes that are on the task of illuminating from the sky, flares are constantly dropped, so that the entire battlefield can be seen as clearly as in the daytime.

In front of the pillbox, a "belly snake" barbed wire tripped over groups of cavalry, causing a lot of confusion to the charging German cavalry. Rows of shells fell on the storming cavalry, and some of the cavalry were thrown up by the gas of gunpowder along with their horses.

However, the onslaught of 6 cavalry divisions was not something that such an obstacle could prevent. Under the attack of artillery fire, the German cavalry turned into a circle, bypassed the craters caused by the artillery fire and continued to pounce on Nancy.

In the minds of the cavalry, the blocking fire of artillery fire was bound to appear, and everything would be better as soon as the artillery blocking zone was crossed. The temporary heavy artillery fire did not stop them, but only forward, forward, and forward, and when they mixed with the enemy's infantry, which had completely lost their fighting spirit, the enemy's artillery fire was no longer useful.

In the city of Xicheng in front, except for the newly transferred French First Cavalry Division, the rest were some French infantry that had been dispersed.

As the cavalry drew nearer, and the rumbling of horses' hooves almost made the bunkers tremble, some of the French soldiers were already frightened and about to throw down their rifles and run away. You must know that when the cavalry rushes in front of you, it is already impossible to escape.

However, the door of the bunker had long been closed tightly, and there was no way to even get out, and at this time, the commander of the French army in the bunker shouted in unison.

"Fight bravely, kill those who escape! Brave and tenacious, those who are ineffective in combat will kill ......! ”

500M, under the light of the overhead flares, it was almost impossible to see anything clearly, only the figures of some cavalry could be seen, and the line they formed was like a wall, pressing towards the French battle line.

The sound of horses' hooves, like the tide of the sea, rings dullly in people's hearts in the night sky.

400M

300M

At this time, the shouts of the German cavalry and the sound of horses' hooves had affected the people's speech to each other, and the military regulations of the French officers shouting loudly were also suppressed to the point that they were almost inaudible.

"Huh"

Almost at the same time, the searchlights in all the bunkers were lit up at once, and everything in the entire 300M area was illuminated. The sabers wielded above the cavalry were like shining windmills spinning.

"Putting ......"

With the order of the officer in the pillbox, the machine guns, light machine guns, and rifles in the hands of the French soldiers rang out. But the Mauser pistols, shotguns, and the slightly strange-looking weapons in the hands of the Chinese soldiers in the turrets were held in their hands like some burning sticks without a sound.

The speed of the impact of the cavalry was very fast, and a distance of more than 100 meters was not a thing for them at all. But as soon as they reached the last 200 meters, the situation immediately became very bad.

At this time, the sound of 75-mm guns was almost inaudible, except for the incessant sound of mortars. But what is even worse is that the bunkers that are not high or hexagonal in the bunker group are constantly spewing out long tongues of fire.

Bullets continued to shoot out from inside, and the crisp sound of German Mauser pistols rang out from the rest of the bunkers.

"Oh my God, where did the French get so many machine guns."

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Looking at the continuous tongues of fire, the German officers wondered. As far as they knew, the French army had only one heavy machine gun in one company. Even if the light machine guns are already equipped with a platoon, it is impossible for the firepower to be so dense!

But now they didn't have time to think about it, and the cavalry in the charge could only move forward, forward, and forward.

The German cavalrymen took off their mounted guns and followed the machine gunners in the procession, setting up their heavy machine guns in the right places, fighting with the fire in the pillboxes to no avail.

In the distance, the turrets in the French bunkers were decorated like Christmas trees at home by tongues of fire that were constantly spraying out. If you force the fear in your heart to count, you will find that there are nearly 10 "machine guns" in a pillbox group, which cannot but make the attacking cavalry more or less afraid.

Of course, the French army did not have the financial resources to equip such a large number of machine guns, but the soldiers of Thunder International were not like this, as mentioned earlier, a squad of the "Great Mountain" unit was not only equipped with a light machine gun, but also at least five submachine guns. The German cavalry, who did not yet know what submachine guns were, naturally classified them as machine guns.

In the era of positional warfare, in the face of hundreds of machine guns for a charge, the psychological pressure can be imagined.