Chapter 152 The Battle of Poland (15)

"Cavalry!" the machine gunner shouted. "Damn, they're carrying spears!"

Bazel and the driver turned around and looked back at the same time.

"Motherfucker, they are really using spears!" Bazel's eyes suddenly widened, and after being stunned for a few seconds, he yelled at the driver next to him. "Quick, step on the accelerator! I don't want to be pierced through the chest by this primitive weapon and die." After yelling at the driver, he turned around and yelled at the machine gunner in the back seat. "Don't be stunned! Shoot! Shoot them!" This machine gun is not welded, it can be taken off and fired backwards.

The machine gunner patted the ammunition box and said helplessly. "The bullets have been used up a long time ago!" As a reconnaissance team, no one asked them to continue fighting. Even if there was an occasional exchange of fire, they would just hit each other and run away. One barrel and one box of bullets were more than enough. Who would have thought that there would be something like today? A situation like being chased by hundreds of cavalry?

There was a submachine gun and two pistols in the car, but the cavalry behind them was still more than 300 meters away at this time. Even if they fired, it would be a futile waste of bullets.

At this time, the driver who had been silent spoke. "Don't be nervous, no matter how fast animals are, they can't be faster than machines." The top speed of their reconnaissance vehicles can reach 100 kilometers per hour, while horses, no matter how fast they are, can hardly exceed 60 kilometers per hour.

Hearing that the commander looked behind him, it seemed that the cavalry was further behind than before. He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead and ordered. "Then slow down a little, and don't let them lose us. If we want them to think they can catch us, we have to lure them over and catch them all."

The machine gunner picked up the MP40 submachine gun and asked while loading the bullet. "Where are our people?"

The commander replied. "Ten minutes at most."

The driver slowed down, and the cavalry behind him gradually caught up, almost 200 meters away. The machine gunner turned around and fired continuously back with his MP40 submachine gun. It was just that the distance between the cavalry and the cavalry was very long, and the car was extremely bumpy. He used burst fire to empty out a magazine, and then saw a cavalry in the distance fall off his horse. He was not even sure who fell off his horse. The guy fell off his horse because he was shot or his foot slipped.

After emptying all the magazines in the car, they finally turned the corner of a hillside and saw four armored personnel carriers parked in the distance. A row of soldiers lined up in a skirmish line, their guns pointed at this direction. "It seems they want to annihilate this cavalry?" The driver suddenly stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. The platoon leader asked. "Do those Poles have heavy weapons?"

Bazel shook his head. "It's just a bunch of cavalry, they don't even have rifles."

As he was talking, he saw a group of Polish cavalrymen with sabers and spears in their hands rushing through the corner. Seeing this scene, the words "ridiculous" suddenly appeared in the platoon leader's mind. Now is the era when tanks and aircraft dominate the battlefield, but the Polish Army actually still has such outdated units as "Lancers". The most ridiculous thing is that the Polish Army, which regards the "Lancers" as its elite, has always felt very good about itself, thinking that it is the second largest army in the world - second only to France.

The Polish cavalry who rushed through the corner hesitated when they saw these four armored personnel carriers. Keep charging, but the opponent was four steel armored vehicles. Let's withdraw, but their position was a bit awkward. They would have to slow down to turn around and evacuate. This slowdown Will become a target for others.

Seeing that there were only about thirty people on the other side, the Polish cavalry licked their lips, with a trace of bloodthirsty light in their eyes. They lined up like this, just giving themselves a chance! Many people are already imagining how to use the speed of the horse to bend down and chop off the opponent's head with a knife! That's how cavalry should fight!

In this way, they rushed towards the group of German soldiers desperately.

"Fire!" At a distance of 500 meters, the platoon leader roared and pulled the trigger of the NSV heavy machine gun. The armored vehicle he was riding in was equipped with a heavy machine gun and a 20mm machine cannon. The other three are equipped with MG3 machine guns and 20mm cannons.

The soldiers in this platoon have 15 98K, 10 G43, 5 MP44, and 3 MG3 machine guns.

The bullets, like a downpour, covered the opponent!

If it is a submachine gun that uses 9mm pistol bullets, then their effective range is only 200 meters. For the cavalry, they will rush over at a distance of 200 meters despite the rain of bullets!

However, 500 meters is different. This distance is the distance between life and death!

The machine guns on the four armored vehicles alone were enough to form a metal storm. Coupled with the various rapid-fire weapons in the hands of the infantry, the cavalry's charge ushered in a terrible rain of death.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The 20mm high-explosive grenade exploded mercilessly in the middle of the Polish cavalry. A war horse was hit, and its inertia directly knocked the cavalryman off its back. Before he could stand up, the horse behind him The horses trampled over him, and he let out heart-piercing screams.

The accompanying war reporters kept pressing their shutters to record this one-sided massacre. After this battle, there were reports of Polish cavalrymen who were all idiots and charged at heavily armed armored vehicles with sabers.

The Polish cavalry behind them finally saw the situation clearly and turned around and ran away from a distance. Unfortunately, they were so busy running for their lives that they didn't even notice a few black spots in the sky following them from a distance.

The silent battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood!

I don't know who started it, but the sound of vomiting came one after another. Most of them were new recruits and had never been exposed to such a tragic killing scene before. The mutilated limbs and internal organs of the war horses on the ground, and the smell of blood that hit the nostrils, would make even veterans who have experienced many battles feel a surge in their hearts, let alone new recruits who have just joined the army. Someone finally couldn't suppress the feeling of disgust in his chest and squatted on the ground and vomited.

Almost triggering a chain reaction, most of the people in the platoon began to vomit one after another, and the sounds of vomiting came one after another.

The platoon leader couldn't help but spit and shouted loudly. "Cheer up, clean the battlefield, check the ammunition. Get all the living horses together." Although Wilhelm has been working hard to improve Germany's mobility, it is a pity that it has not yet achieved a degree of mechanization for the entire army. Horses are needed to transport supplies in many places, and many soldiers need to travel on foot. There are so many excellent war horses scattered on the battlefield now, and they cannot be wasted.

Everyone took out their kettles and rinsed their mouths with water, then took out the towels they brought with them and wrapped them around their mouths and noses before starting to take action.

Except for those horses that were seriously injured and obviously about to die, all the horses were gathered together, a total of seventy or eighty horses.

A soldier shouted. "Platoon commander, there are wounded here."

the platoon leader asked. "Seriously or slightly injured?"

The soldier checked the injury and replied. "Looks like a minor injury."

The platoon leader thought for a while and then ordered. "Then bandage his wounds, tie them up and put them on horseback. Leave the seriously injured here and let them collect the bodies."

After cleaning the battlefield, they pulled seventy or eighty war horses and more than thirty prisoners of war back, leaving only the dead and wounded everywhere.