C1650 The second wave of flesh and blood charge …

In this era, snipers were definitely a very rare type of soldier. Before the first war, the armies of various countries only had the concept of a godly archer. All the troops used these godly archers as reliable veterans, and no one had studied the art of sniping in detail.

Only during the First World War did countries begin to study new ideas and tactics to break the deadlock, after all their resources had been plunged into a terrifying trench war.

Snipers became part of the army and only appeared at the end of the first world war.

Xiao Letian had seized the opportunity of history. Of course, he knew the importance of snipers, as they might not be able to change the direction of their big strategy. But in a battle, the role of a sniper was simply too useful.

In the entire plan of the battle, Xiao Letian had personally named it "Blood Discharge Operation" to force Fajeev to increase his troops wave after wave. Every time, he would let his opponents see a hope for victory, but he always ended up failing at the very last moment.

All sorts of new weapons couldn't be used at once, which would scare off the enemy. When facing the most cunning gambler, you want him to lose all his chips at one go, then you have to give him some hope of winning.

The snipers were all wearing camouflage clothes and hiding on top of the hundred-year tall pine tree. The battle in front of them had already made their hands itch terribly, and they were waiting for the order to attack from the front. The headshot game officially began.

The Prussian sniper's polished sniper lenses covered the heads of the hidden enemies one by one, and the sound of the shots exploded like watermelons in a field.

The crosshairs aimed at the desperate Cossack in the trenches, and the Death God's noose looped around them one by one.

Someone once said that there was only one sniper that could deal with snipers in this world. It was obvious that the Cossack did not have such a high-end configuration. The trench that had just been broken through, under the cooperation of these snipers, gradually closed up.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Qi Kefu scolded loudly. Seeing that his subordinates were about to have a breakthrough, who would have thought that these Chinese people would hide so many Sharpshooters, and from the looks of the shooting, those must be hiding in the treetops.

"My God! If we had a few cannons now, I'd blow this forest to the ground! "Shameless, despicable Chinese, God punish you pagan!"

The more deaths he saw, the calmer Fajeev became. As the commander, he had to ensure that his emotions were stable and his heart was above the Death God.

"Quiet!" Qi Kefu, you can't even take such a small amount of injuries? But there were more than four thousand of them … Would the Cossack care about this little bit of death? "

"Drive the horses into battle!" I'd like to see how much firepower these Chinese have to pour out! "Drive the horses across the river!"

In a short while, the sounds of the hoofs of the horses started rumbling inside the Cossack's position. Hundreds and thousands of horses were gathered together, and under the control of countless soldiers, they started to gather on the river embankment.

The Central Asia had been ruled by the Golden Empire of Mongolia for hundreds of years, leaving behind countless pastoralists who were proficient in taming horses. Over a long period of time, these pastoralists had also become a part of the many races in the empire.

Each of the cavalrymen was able to control over a hundred war horses, and these mounted riders, who were scattered among the horsemen, were the death soldiers in this wave of attack.

Behind the horses, there were even more Cossack cavalry preparing for battle. The massacre of the Chinese had shocked them, and no one dared to take it lightly, they used the last bit of time to replenish their food and their horses with horse material s.

There were more soldiers kissing the cross on their necks, praying to God with their eyes closed, mumbling softly.

The officers at the lower levels could sense the subtle changes in the atmosphere of the army. From the prayers they heard, they could tell that something was wrong.

When the first wave of attacks came, countless soldiers were still praying to God for victory, but now they suddenly realized that even more soldiers were praying for their own safety, even praying for their souls to ascend to heaven after death.

This showed that the morale of the troops was already shaken by the brutal massacre just now, Cossack's pride had already begun to waver.

"Attack!" The order was finally given. The Death Soldiers, who had drank countless amounts of alcohol, brandished their horsewhips and began to drive their war horses forward. The Mongolian horse s that had been snatched became cannon fodder.

Rumble … The sound of the hooves resounded like thunder in the wilderness. The two hundred meter wide surface of the ice simply could not withstand the combined charge of five thousand war horses. Many of the uncontrolled war horses even charged into the destroyed surface of the ice.

With a 'kacha' sound, a massive amount of ice collapsed. The war horse fell into the icy water, screaming miserably as it struggled!

"Charge!" Charge at once! To pave the way for our cavalry! "Charge up …" Fajeev roared from behind the array while clenching his fists.

The Gatling that had just been eliminated started to pour out more firepower. Four fire dragons jumped among the horses, and the soldiers' fur were already shooting from a distance of more than 300 meters away.

Screaming war horses fell to the ground one by one. The sniper's aim was to exterminate the horse soldiers one by one. However, everything was futile. Once the horses started to run, they would forget all their fears.

At that moment, the warhorses were only relying on their instincts to gallop forward! Run!

"I can't take it anymore!" There were simply too many of these beasts … The firepower couldn't cover it! Request artillery support! "Requesting artillery support..."

There were several times when the Dragon Lord beside Xiao Letian had to order their hidden artillery to be used, but they were all stopped by Xiao Letian.

"My blood hasn't been drained dry. I have only reaped the lives of over four thousand Cossack s. We must let the enemy launch the third wave of attack! "We can't use artillery right now …"

"But …" Xiang Shaolong pointed at the situation on the battlefield and was so anxious that he could not say anything.

Xiao Letian patted his shoulder, "There's still a way! We still have a trump card! "

Under Xiao Letian's orders, the short horn sounded, and the reserve team finally went up. These tall and muscular soldiers were the grenadier who were known as the warriors who had fallen into battle.

These silent soldiers all had wooden grenades stuck into their bodies, no one had ever seen such a unique style before.

"What is this?" Why haven't I seen this type of grenade before? "Damn, why is it so big?"

"Dammit, no matter what you're using, I only want you to retreat!" How do you want to deal with these beasts? "