Chapter 684 They Can Actually Fight Back!

Chapter 677 They can actually fight back!

Kekudi grabbed the binoculars engraved with the Liangzhou Optics inscription, looked around, and searched for prey among the endless hills and grass waves.

"Lieutenant Colonel, let me take a look at your treasure." A sergeant wearing a blue-green cavalry smock came up and begged shyly, "This telescope is a rare thing. I heard that only officials above the rank of Zhenxie had it in the Qing Dynasty, and it was a single-tube one!"

In the organization of the Western Army, the battalion commander is usually a major, but as a reinforced cavalry battalion, the highest military commander of the Solon Battalion is a lieutenant colonel.

"What kind of treasure is this? The telescope in the hands of the big bull is rare. Nas boasted to me that his telescope is a French product, which can not only see far, but also see more clearly." Thinking of the imported binoculars equipped by the big bull, Kekudi couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

In the mid-19th century, the leaders in the field of optics were France and Prussia. The representative optical companies in France during this period were Louis Vincent, the Paris Optical Society, and Schone, while those in Prussia were Zeiss and Emile Busch.

As for the level of America's optical industry, it could make telescopes, but only a little bit, and the cost performance was very low.

Therefore, during the Civil War, most of the optical equipment purchased by the Confederate and Northern armies, such as telescopes, rangefinders, and artillery observation mirrors, came from France, and a small part came from Prussia and Switzerland.

The most advanced optical company in America is Liangzhou Optics, which survived by relying on military orders and was able to produce low-end and mid-range telescopes. The quality of the telescopes it produced was mediocre, which could only be said to be sufficient, but not good.

However, the National Defense Army of the Republic of America would equip military chiefs above the deputy company level and artillery commanders of artillery groups with domestic telescopes, and senior officers at the colonel level and above with imported French telescopes.

Since the officers of the American Republic Defense Army generally have high salaries, imported telescopes that cost fifty or sixty dollars a pair are not a big burden for them, so many majors, lieutenant colonels, and even captains are willing to buy imported telescopes at their own expense.

But Kekudi, who had just joined the American Republic Defense Army, was obviously not among them and could only use the domestic telescopes issued by the troops.

"Is the big bull bragging? Or do you really see more clearly?"

"Really." Kekudi said impatiently, "When I make a contribution, I will also buy an imported French telescope to play with."

Suddenly, a few clusters of unnatural metal reflections flashed in the lens, and these clusters of metal reflections immediately made Kekudi excited.

Kekudi took a deep breath and found dozens of blue-gray figures and horse heads in the grass waves rolling in the wind.

"Northern Army! Northern Army!"

Kekudi, who had not been on the battlefield for two years, felt that his blood was boiling. He had always been upset about the defeat of the capital to the foreign cavalry.

Deputy Battalion Commander Wang Mancang looked in the direction pointed by Kekudi, and indeed found a group of blue uniforms crouching and moving along the grass beside the railway embankment, and a covered wagon appeared and disappeared in the rolling grass waves.

Wang Mancang was not from Solon, but an old cavalryman from the California Infantry Regiment. Later, he served as an instructor and translator for the Solon Battalion. After the Solon Battalion was reorganized, Wang Mancang stayed in the Solon Battalion as deputy battalion commander.

Wang Mancang spit out the chewed tobacco leaves, revealing his gums stained black by nicotine: "The damn Yankees are digging our railway again! The Yankees wrapped the wheels of the covered wagon with felt, trying to imitate the Indians to launch a sneak attack."

"Fuck them!"

Kekudi imitated Wang Mancang and spit out a mouthful of chewing tobacco, and the juice oozing from the gaps between his yellow teeth stuck his not very thick beard into clumps. The chestnut gelding under his crotch pawed its hooves impatiently, and its iron hooves almost flew sparks when they hit the limestone exposed on the surface.

Kekudi clamped his knees on the horse's belly, and his rough fingers rubbed the copper trigger guard on the volcanic rock rifle, as if he was going to rush out and fight the Northern Army, which was several times his number, in the next second.

"The Northerners' cavalry has at least dozens of people, and we only have 28 cavalry." After roughly assessing the situation between the enemy and us, Wang Mancang decided to wait for an opportunity to attack cautiously to minimize casualties and losses.

More than one regiment of cavalry was responsible for patrolling a section of railway with a length of up to 240 kilometers, and the troops were naturally stretched.

Therefore, the cavalry of the Western Army responsible for patrolling the railway often patrolled in units of one or two squads in order to cover more patrol areas. The Northern Army cavalry was more proactive, and they often chose to act in units of half a company or even a whole company. Therefore, when the two armies met, the Northern Army often had a numerical advantage.

Before the rotation, he had learned from his old comrades in the former First Cavalry Regiment that these Northern Army cavalrymen wandering along the railway waiting for an opportunity were not a mob, and their fighting power and fighting will were not weak.

However, Kekudi, who was eager to fight, could not listen to Wang Mancang's advice at this time. Before Wang Mancang could react, Kekudi shouted: "Sauron warriors! Let these white-skinned guys in blue smocks see what real cavalry is!"

Then he hit the horse's belly with the silver spurs, took the lead, and rushed towards the Northern Army cavalry.

These Sauron cavalrymen in the Sauron camp usually follow Kekudi's lead, and followed Kekudi without hesitation to launch a surprise attack on the Northern Army cavalry, leaving the stunned Wang Mancang and the three old cavalrymen in the wild wind.

"Damn it! What are you still standing there for?! Follow him!" At this point, Wang Mancang had to follow up with his gun.

Immediately, 28 horses lowered their heads in unison and rushed towards the Union Army a mile away.

For a moment, the sound of iron hooves in the mountains of Nebraska startled the prairie crows that were pecking at the manure of cattle and horses.

"Enemy attack!"

"Get on the horses! Get on the horses!"

"Load! Load!"

No mistake, one shot, one content, one look!

The noise made by 28 horses galloping on the plains naturally could not escape the ears of the Union cavalry. Jonathan and the Union sergeants quickly reacted and hurriedly ordered everyone to get on the horses to meet the enemy.

The covered wagon filled with explosives tilted in the sudden brake, and the wheels rolled over the cactus bushes, making a tooth-grinding squeak, and finally turned the wheels and overturned into the mandrake only a dozen yards away from the railroad tracks.

By the time all the Union cavalry mounted their horses and prepared to meet the enemy, the sound of the enemy's hooves was already close at hand. Captain Jonathan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that more than 20 Western cavalry had already rushed to the bushes only 70 yards away from them.

"Go to hell, Westerners!"

Captain Jonathan pulled out his Adams revolver and fired five shots at the Western cavalry, using up all the bullets in the cylinder in one breath.

The Union cavalry, who had come to their senses, also picked up their long and short guns and fought back on horseback.

But the Western cavalry rushing towards them were very scattered, and they were all excellent riders, lying on their horses, with a small area of ​​impact. After a round of shooting, they only injured two horses of the Western cavalry.

The two Solon camp cavalrymen whose mounts were hit by bullets rolled to the ground, stood firm, and used the volcanic rock rifles in their hands to attack the Union cavalry.

At this moment, the Solon Battalion cavalry led by Kekudi had rushed to a place only more than 30 yards away from the Union cavalry, and skillfully poured a torrential rain of metal bullets on the Union cavalry.

The unique lever loading sound of the volcanic stone repeating rifle rang, like the god of death fiddling with beads, harvesting the lives of the Union cavalry.

The 37 Union cavalry recruits who had just joined the third company had seen this kind of battle, and more than half of them subconsciously rode their horses and fled.

The remaining old cavalry were the essence of the American cavalry. They were able to fight back under the hail of bullets under the leadership of Captain Jonathan!