Yes, now, it's already dawn.

Even without flares, you can see people 100 meters away.

At this time, it is also the coldest time of the day.

Everyone's mouth and nose are bubbling with white air.

Horses, too.

2,000 meters away from the battlefield, directly behind the main position of the Japanese army, a place beyond the sight of the Japanese army.

One after another, war horses ghostly came out of the mountain road and lined up on the flat ground.

Nearly 1,600 horses and cavalry on them maintained a palpitating silence.

Silently lined up, no one shouted the neighing of the horses, there was no trace of hustle, all the war horses were on the horses to chew, the hooves of the horses were wrapped with cotton cloth, and all the knights, except for Liu Lang, wore a black scarf around their necks.

There is even a significant hint of fashion in the cool.

Liu Lang also rode on a war horse, which was a Qinghua horse, a river meandering horse, half a head taller than an ordinary Mongolian horse, and not much shorter than the Japanese army's Oriental horse.

There was no way, Liu Tuanzuo insisted on charging with Deng Wen's cavalry, and Deng Wen could only provide Liu Lang with the best war horse in his cavalry brigade in order to take care of this little brother who gave him a big pie.

Liu Lang can't have an accident, otherwise, even if he gets the Eighth Division, where will he Deng Wen go to eat that big pie?

Of course, it is not excluded that it is because of the size of Liu Lang's house, Deng Wen is afraid that other horses will not be able to bear it, what if the horse is weighed down by someone on the way to the charge?

"Brother, are you sure you want to join us? Cavalry and infantry are completely different things! Deng Wen asked Liu Lang, who was riding side by side with him, again with a serious face, and handed Liu Lang a black scarf.

Of course, cavalry is different from infantry, there is no exquisite horsemanship, not to mention that the horse starts to run at a high speed of sixteen meters per second, that is, a small step jogging, and the vast majority of people will turn it upside down.

Moreover, it is not enough to be able to ride a horse, the cavalry must be able to control the horse with both legs, because when fighting, the hand carrying the saber must use all the strength of the body, and if the strength of the legs is insufficient to clamp it, the person will fall off the horse before he can cut himself.

When the cavalry charges and fights, falling off the horse and death can almost be equated, the cavalry galloping at high speed behind you will not care who you are, in fact, you can't care, even if you are the supreme commander, you can only desperately watch the horse's hooves with a speed of up to 60 miles and a weight of more than 700 catties step over your body, and then become a mass of meat sauce with crushed fractures all over your body.

"Don't worry, Commander Deng, you also saw along the way, the younger brother's riding skills will not be worse than yours, since I invited you to come, then how can I, Liu Lang, stay out of the matter?" Liu Lang said proudly.

Liu Lang is really not bragging. The skill of horseback riding in the Republic of China period is a bit like the driver's license test in the eighties of the future republic, which is a technology that only a few people can have, and Liu Lang, the fat man, is the son of a rich man's family, and he has no car and wants to save effort, so he can only learn to ride a horse, and this equestrian is still good.

Of course, it's not enough to be good, anything that says good is actually average.

What gave Liu Lang confidence was that Liu Lang had to carry out the task of the western frontier in his previous life, and he had really practiced equestrianism in the western frontier troops for a while, and with his great strength and physical flexibility, Liu Lang could hit a watermelon 200 meters away with an AK on his horse.

Now, of course, it is not a problem to slash people with a saber.

"Haha, okay, since Brother Liu is so sure, then let's use the knife in our hands to drink the blood of the Japanese invaders." Deng Wen didn't talk nonsense, Lang laughed.

Gently pinching the horse's belly, the war horse took Deng Wen to the front of the horse team that had been lined up, Deng Wen's voice was not high, but it resounded throughout the audience, echoing in the empty wilderness: "Brothers, do you see it?" Just in front of us, the Japanese, are waiting for us to cut off their heads, tell me, you guys, are you ready? ”

No one agreed, they just pulled out the saber on their side, and in the glimmer of dawn, more than a thousand snow-bright blades flashed with a cold light.

"Very good, follow me, go forward, and kill everyone in the yellow devil uniform." Deng Wen took the reins and entered the cavalry ranks.

Liu Lang had already taken the initiative to go in.

When the cavalry charged, he rushed to the front alone, although it was very stylish, but it was definitely the one who died the fastest, Liu Lang would not be stupid.

The cavalry were all close together, and the horses were next to the horses, rubbing shoulders against each other.

In the dawn of dawn, the horse's nose spews white mist, and the population spews white gas.

As the war horse marched forward with small steps, all the knights pulled up the black scarf around their necks to cover their mouths and noses.

Liu Lang。。。。。。 Fat man and 1600 thieves?

"Knock, knock, knock" The dull sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the queue began to move slowly.

It's like a wall moving forward slowly.

After jogging for a while, the horses began to gradually accelerate, and the queue began to gradually disperse, each horse was about two or three meters apart, 1600 cavalry lined up in three rows, a line of more than 500 cavalry opened the horse line for three miles, and the two rows of horses were separated by three hundred meters.

At the 1,000 meters, the team began to sprint at full speed.

The sound of thunder resounded throughout the audience, and the whole world seemed to be rumbling with horses' hooves. The sound was so loud that it seemed that even the violent gunfire from 1,500 meters away was drowned out.

Liu Lang had seen nearly 150 horses of a company of the Rongbian troops in the west charging at full speed, and the movement was already very shocking, and the entire Gobi Desert seemed to be kicked by the sound of horses' hooves.

But now, what Liu Lang saw and heard was that it was 1,600 cavalry charging at full speed.

Although the cavalry had learned to wear their veils, the biting cold wind was still blowing in their faces, like riding a motorcycle in the early morning wilderness, but this was nothing compared to the sound of no sound around them, only the rumbling hooves of horses.

Maybe only those who are there know that no matter who you are, in such a situation, you will only feel that your blood is burning, and the adrenaline is rushing.

It is conceivable that as long as the cavalry is galloping, no one will be able to stop them, and all obstacles will become powder.

The entire battlefield was stunned by the sound of rumbling horses' hooves.

At the beginning, it was like thunder on the horizon, and in the end, the thunder sounded like it was ringing in everyone's ears, and between the whole heaven and earth, there was no sound of guns and cannons, only thunder.

The front of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army was already in danger, and in just ten minutes, the Japanese troops who had begun to attack with all their might had approached a distance of more than 50 meters from the trenches, and all the Japanese troops had already inserted their bayonets with cold and shining lights, and they would charge with all their strength as long as the grenadiers could suppress the opponent's firepower.

Then, the thunder roared from far and near, shattering their dreams, and in the pupils that they looked back at and shrank violently, in the morning mist of dawn, a row of black "walls" leaped out of the horizon and moved at high speed towards their own positions.

"Enemy Attack 。。。。。。" The staff officer next to Terube Tanibe, who was stunned, hissed and shouted as if he had been stabbed through the back door.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army roared with joy.

Sun Yongqin's face turned from pale to red.

Cavalry, that's cavalry, Liu Lang didn't lie, the cavalry finally came.

Even, Liu Lang was ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, and if he came ten minutes late, I don't know how many people were alive in the entire position.

But now, it's still too late.

A thousand-meter sprint distance is only a minute for a galloping horse that bursts out at maximum speed.

The 8th Division, which had all its forces transferred to the frontal and flank fronts, left an infantry squad on the rear flank.

Fifty rifles and a light machine gun did not do much damage to the target in the gallop, and after paying dozens of horses and men to turn on their backs, the cavalry rushed into the main position of the Eighth Division.

Black horses, black figures, but holding shiny blades.

The blade swept by, and one after another was bloody, rising into the sky.