"Boom!" The sound of horses' hooves like thunder came, and the Mongolian cavalry, which was like a sea of black pressure, appeared in front of the western Sichuan army. These Mongol cavalry marched until the Lichuan Western Army was only less than ten miles away before stopping.

"Your Royal Highness, let our warriors charge! The sabers in the hands of the Mongolian warriors are already eager to drink the blood of these Han dogs! A bearded Mongolian general said to Boyan Nemohu. He is a banner master under the Mongolian Horqin Department and a rare fierce general.

Boyan did not answer, holding a telescope and observing the western Sichuan army opposite. In front of the Western Sichuan Army, there were cannons and heavy machine guns, although he had not personally learned the power of these weapons, but he also knew that they were not easy to deal with. Back then, his father led tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry to fight the British and French forces, but in the face of the powerful muskets and artillery of the British and French forces, he was almost wiped out in the end.

"Warriors, we are Mongols, descendants of Genghis Khan, we are wolves in the steppe, and the immortal heaven will bless us! Come on! Warriors, use your sabers and bows and arrows to slay all those damned enemies! Boyan Nemohu put down the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly. He has always believed that talent is the most important factor in determining war, and as for weapons and the like, they are not very important. He believed that as long as his Mongol cavalry could rush over and strangle with the Western Sichuan Army, the strong firepower of the Western Sichuan Army would be useless. When the time comes, the final victory will be theirs. With the ability to fight immediately, those Han Chinese must not be able to compare with their Mongols.

"Rush! Kill all those dogs! The Mongolian cavalry shouted, brandished the sabers in their hands, and rushed towards the western Sichuan army. The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, forming a momentum that overwhelmed the mountains and seas. I have to say that these Mongolian cavalry are worthy of growing on horseback, and their various skills in controlling war horses are much more powerful than the previous Ma family army. They leaped and jumped on their horses, sometimes leaning down to grab a handful of grass, as if to show off their riding skills.

"Artillery ready!" On the artillery position behind the Western Sichuan Army, nearly 200 Type 2 infantry guns had already begun to prepare. The gunners filled the chambers of the cannonballs one by one, closed the bolts, and prepared to open fire, as soon as the Mongol cavalry came within range of the shelling.

Soon, the Mongol cavalry, who had been shouting all the way, rushed into an area less than two kilometers away from the western Sichuan army. After entering this area, these Mongolian horsemen deliberately lowered their bodies to avoid the bullets of the Western Sichuan Army as much as possible, which was the experience summed up by their ancestors in battle.

"Fire!" Zhao Bowen, commander of the Second Cavalry Corps of the Western Sichuan Army, personally gave the order. The Type 2 infantry guns in the rear suddenly began to roar. Cannonballs, with a screeching sound that pierced the air, smashed into the Mongol cavalry marching.

"Boom! Rumble! "The shells exploded in the ranks of the Mongol cavalry, shrapnel flew sideways, and one by one the Mongol cavalry fell off their horses. Although they hid it well, many of them were killed by the explosion of their horses, and even the cavalry with them fell off their horses. In this kind of high-speed marching queue, there is only one way to die if the war horse falls. The horses that run fast behind will trample the fallen cavalry into pulp.

"Speed up, charge, as long as you rush over, you don't have to worry about the artillery of the Western Sichuan Army!" The generals of the Mongolian cavalry shouted loudly to cheer for the soldiers.

The Mongolian cavalry was charging with their heads buried in their heads, and at this time, whether they were lucky enough to avoid the shells of the Western Sichuan Army was only blessed by Changshengtian.

"Fire!" When the Mongol cavalry rushed to less than a kilometer from the western Sichuan army, the mortars and heavy machine guns set up in front also opened fire. Dense shells fell into the ranks of the Mongol cavalry, and one by one the cavalry charging at high speed overturned to the ground.

"Da Da Da!" Hundreds of heavy machine guns let out a low roar, and one bullet after another swept towards the Mongol cavalry like tongues of fire. Whether it is a war horse or a person, as long as they are hit, they are often knocked to the ground.

After the heavy machine guns and mortars of the Western Sichuan Army opened fire one after another, the charging of the Mongolian cavalry was immediately contained. Although the distance between them and the Western Sichuan Army is only two or three hundred meters now, this distance is like a moat, making it difficult for them to cross.

"Rush! Rush up! Boyan Nemu was so shocked that one by one the Mongolian warriors were knocked to the ground by the strong firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, and their hearts seemed to be dripping blood. These cavalrymen are all warriors of his Korqin Division!

The battle continued, and the Mongol cavalry rushed to the Western Sichuan Army without fear of death, but they were defeated by the strong firepower of the Western Sichuan Army. The western Sichuan army used steel to harvest the lives of the Mongolian cavalry. Those Mongolian cavalrymen had superb riding skills and amazing archery skills, but at this moment, they could not play any role at all. Almost every second, a Mongolian cavalry lost their lives.

"Your Royal Highness, the firepower of the Western Sichuan Army is too strong, the brothers can't rush up!" A banner master of the Horqin tribe said dejectedly.

"Your Royal Highness, why don't we retreat! Retreat to Xi'an City! Someone mentioned yì. It is clear that after witnessing the formidable firepower of the Western Sichuan Army, they were timid.

"Coward! Don't forget that you are the descendants of Genghis Khan, do you have to retreat from this difficulty? We haven't failed yet! Keep charging! Like an angry lion, Boyan Nemohu roared unwillingly. Although the troops are now suffering heavy casualties, the thought of returning to Xi'an City will be ridiculed by those Han dogs, which makes Boyan Namohu unacceptable. He would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.

"Order everyone, launch a charge, and be sure to break the Han dog on the opposite side!" Boyan Nemohu ordered.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Although the banner owners were a little unwilling, they did not dare to disobey the orders of Boyan Nemohu, and reorganized their troops one after another. The remaining tens of thousands of Mongol cavalry, under the personal leadership of Boyan Nemohu, also threw themselves into the attack on the western Sichuan army.

"Humph! These Mongols are really not afraid of death! But it has to be said that they are indeed excellent cavalry. But alas, they followed the wrong master! Wang Yuze said with some emotion as those Mongols were not afraid of death to crash into the firepower of the western Sichuan army. It's not a battle at all, it's a massacre entirely.

"The young marshal doesn't have to feel a pity, there are many Mongolians, and it's not just the Horqin Department. As long as we defeat the Manchus, we will naturally be able to take these Mongols for our own use. When the time comes, after our training, we will still be able to get excellent cavalry! Cai Yun said without changing his face.

Wang Yuze nodded, after defeating the Manchus, the restrictions on the Mongols were lifted and the population of the Mongols increased, which should be able to bring the Mongols to their hearts. Anyway, there are hundreds of millions of Han Chinese, and with machine guns and cannons in hand, there is no need to be afraid of the increasing number of Mongols. Besides, the Eurasian continent is so vast, especially in the cold northern region, that these Mongols are really needed to occupy it. In particular, the Mongol tribes in Mobei, which the Russians had long coveted, could not be separated under any circumstances.

The battle is still raging, but the outcome of this battle is almost certain.

"Order the 11th Brigade and the 13th Brigade to make a detour on both flanks and surround these Mongolian cavalry, and not let any of them go!" After Cai Yun took the shape of the battlefield, he gave the order. The battle lasted for two hours, and the number of dead and wounded Mongols had exceeded 20,000, and the remaining Mongol cavalry was also frightened by the huge casualties, and retreated one after another, allowing their banner masters and generals at all levels to drive away and not continue to charge.

After receiving the order, the cavalrymen of the 11th and 13th Brigades of the Western Sichuan Army made a detour from both flanks and surrounded these Mongol cavalry.

"Lay down your arms and spare you from dying!" The western Sichuan army shouted loudly.

The remaining Mongol cavalry, which was less than 30,000, shook one after another. If you can survive, it's not impossible to think about it. As for the glory of the Mongol cavalry, at this moment it has already been forgotten by them!