C1650 The second wave of flesh and blood charge … (1/2)
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.