445: Chapter 445 I hate the people who invented this rubbish!

In this narrow and cramped trench space, the advantages of short firearms like the revolver were showcased to the fullest.

Compared to rifles, it was compact and powerful, extremely flexible in turning, making it easier to kill enemies in this constrained environment.

As the cavalry of the Shule Tribe surged into the trenches like a tide, they were met with the tongues of fire spitting from the revolvers in the guards' hands.

In an instant, the gunfire was deafening, and streaks of fire flickered in the darkness. The cavalrymen fell one after another after being shot, letting out miserable cries as blood quickly spread across the trench floor.

After emptying their bullets, the guards quickly crouched and hid inside the foxholes.

They skillfully removed the cylinders and reloaded six bullets at the fastest speed possible.

Immediately after, they lunged out, eyes filled with determination, and pulled the triggers again without hesitation, firing bullets at the enemies charging before them.

The subsequent Shule Tribe cavalrymen who rushed up were terrified as they watched their comrades who had entered the trenches being accurately picked off one by one by the guards.

Fear began to surface in their eyes, and they couldn't help but feel like retreating in the depths of their hearts.

Under the cruel laws of ancient warfare, once the death toll exceeded thirty percent, the army's morale would collapse.

“Kill!”

The skilled and courageous guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan took the initiative to leap out of the trenches and charge toward the Shule Tribe cavalry.

The strength of cavalry lay in their lightning-fast speed when charging, capable of tearing through enemy defense lines like a sharp blade.

However, when cavalry were forced to stop, they might not necessarily best well-trained infantry in close-quarters combat.

These battle-hardened veterans knew the tricks of the trade; hacking at the horses' legs was one of their effective tactics against cavalry.

As long as the horses felt pain, they would kick their hooves wildly, ruthlessly throwing the riders off their backs.

“Die!”

Wei Yong shouted loudly, his steel saber swinging out like a bolt of lightning. With a “crack,” the scimitar of a Shule Tribe cavalryman was instantly snapped.

Before the enemy could react, Wei Yong followed up with another strike. A cold light flashed, blood spurted from the cavalryman's neck, and his head rolled off.

In terms of close combat, the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan did not fear the Shule Tribe cavalry at all.

The steel sabers they were equipped with were all forged from high-strength steel.

Although the steel produced by Zhao Fusu could not compare in strength to the advanced steel of later generations, it was a qualitative leap compared to the ordinary steel of this world.

Suddenly, Wei Yong's body jolted. It turned out a Shule Tribe cavalryman had seized the opportunity and slashed him hard on the back.

However, Wei Yong was wearing sturdy leather armor. Although the strike was fierce, it failed to penetrate the armor.

On the battlefield, weapons that could truly penetrate armor effectively were often heavy weapons like hammers.

Enduring the sharp pain in his back, Wei Yong quickly turned around, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He swung his steel saber in a fluid motion, and the cavalryman, unable to dodge in time, was decapitated.

“Run!”

“Run quickly, they are all devils!”

The morale of this batch of Shule Tribe cavalry completely collapsed once again during this intense exchange.

Seeing this, the following troops retreated dejectedly.

Even though the Supervisory Squad brandished their long blades and cut down deserters from behind in an attempt to salvage the situation, the entire army had already collapsed like a bursting dam. Facing the tide of routed soldiers, the Supervisory Squad couldn't possibly kill them all and could only watch helplessly as the routed troops scattered in all directions like startled birds and beasts.

“I hate the people who invented these messy things!”

Great Elder Niao Rong was fuming with rage, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to spit fire.

He really couldn't understand how Great Qin could have so many novel gadgets that were impossible to guard against!

If it were a face-to-face fight, with the ferocity and bravery of the Shule Tribe riders, they wouldn't fear these guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan at all.

But the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan, relying on a series of clever arrangements and weapons such as revolvers, trenches, foxholes, and flashbangs, caught them off guard. Great Elder Niao Rong was filled with surging hatred; he intensely loathed the person who invented these “messy” things, for it was these very items that had caused his meticulously planned night raid to fail completely, resulting in heavy losses for his cavalry.