The reason why the Australians chose to launch a cavalry attack was not just to save the defeat, but also because of a certain degree of self-confidence. After all, their cavalry grew up on farms, after all, they were good at riding, and after all, this kind of assault still had a chance of success.

After all, tanks have limited vision, and if they can cut off tanks and infantry from the flank, then the Empire's tanks are likely to be surrounded by infantry, who can use anti-tank rifles, anti-tank grenades, and anti-tank guns to destroy the Empire's tank group.

Cavalry are fast, and even if their attack fails, they can quickly escape from the battle with their speed advantage.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

As their horses galloped, the Australian cavalrymen had no idea that they were speeding towards a hell of massacre.

At the beginning, all they faced was the bombardment of the Imperial artillery, and then there were roaring machine guns and pouring bullets!

Despite this, the Australian cavalry still managed to attack the flank of the Imperial infantry, and the neat cavalry team attacked the infantry accompanying the tank attack like a tidal wave. Even if the sabers did not chop down, the charging horses were enough to knock away the soldiers who tried to block the front.

At the moment the two sides came into contact, the Australian cavalry seemed to have the upper hand. They wanted to rely on the absolute speed of their cavalry to rush to the front of the Imperial infantry, directly chop down the infantry with their sharp sabers, and then use the Imperial infantry as cover on the chaotic battlefield to make the tanks afraid to launch an attack.

But what they did not expect was that despite the poor visibility of the tank, their actions were still exposed. When they just rushed to the outer edge, the commander, with half of his body exposed on the turret, slapped the driver hard to ask him to turn around, while rotating the turret and strafing the Australian cavalry with machine guns. As a result, these cavalry who rushed over like a tide fell down in unison like harvested crops.

Accompanied by the machine gun fire, groups of cavalry fell down, but they did not stop the attack. Instead, they continued to charge. However, what was waiting for them was the tank troops turning from their flank. If viewed from the air, the armored group consisting of more than 200 tanks suddenly turned into a big pliers, which took advantage of its speed and quickly launched a pincer attack on the front and rear.

Although there were no radios, long-term training had enabled the Empire's tank soldiers to know clearly what they should do.

But only half an hour later, this huge iron clamp surrounded all the Australian cavalry. The sound of machine guns and artillery shells exploded, mixed with the wailing of wounded horses, and more horses and their owners turned into corpses...

It was almost evening, and a big red sun hung above the undulating horizon.

Dusk has begun to fall on the mountains. This piece of grass-covered highland grassland is now completely deserted of humans and animals. All that's left are dead bodies scattered all over the ground, and only swarms of flies are still flying around reluctantly.

Earlier, there were flocks of vultures circling here, gathering in black groups on the corpses, opening their sharp beaks to eat the corpses on the ground, staying in groups around the corpses, tearing the flesh of people with their sharp beaks.

Of all the food, they prefer dead bodies, and today, for them, it is a feast. They hover over thousands of corpses, screaming happily, and their hooked beaks can easily peck through the clothes of the corpses and tear off a piece of flesh.

Tomorrow when the sun climbs above the horizon, the vultures will come back to continue their feast. Tomorrow the corpses will become rotten, spoiled and smelly, which is what they love most.

When dusk fell, the earth was all red. Looking far ahead, all you could see were corpses everywhere. There were indeed so many corpses that it was horrifying to see. But what was even more striking was that on this grassland, there were horses that had been knocked down or blown to pieces everywhere. The corpses of horses were everywhere, the black and maroon corpses of war horses were everywhere. On this vast grassland, the once lively war horses had turned into corpses.

This is a scene that is most inconsistent with the surrounding environment: in the vast grassland wilderness, there are piles of war horses everywhere. War horses... once upon a time were the most powerful war machines in the world, but now they have turned into corpses.

The burning and tattered Union Jacks near the corpses remind people where these war horses came from. No matter where they came from, they would eventually die on the battlefield!

Next to the war horses are the bodies of soldiers. Their ancestors left their homes and were exiled to this continent. They originally thought they could create a new life here for their descendants, but everything was broken by the war.

These cavalrymen who came from farms were once so brave and fearless. They rode war horses, drove war horses, held sabers, and rushed towards enemy tanks, trying to defend the so-called British Empire. But what about now?

After a fierce battle, they and their horses turned into cold corpses.

When the sun had touched the horizon, an armored vehicle drove to a grassy earthen hill. A general wearing a khaki uniform and a military cap got off the vehicle. As soon as he got off the vehicle, Sun Zhenwu saw several soldiers dragging the body of a cavalryman from under the corpse of a warhorse less than 50 meters away.

No one knew where the Australian cavalryman's head had been blown to. He was covered in blood, with only his body, arms and legs left. He smelled like a corpse and wore a pair of black riding boots on his feet. The boots were stained with blood, and no one knew whether it was his or the horse's.

Occasionally, some warriors would lead some horses from the battlefield. Those ownerless horses would just stand on the grassland, and no one knew whether they were guarding their former owners.

What kind of battle is this?

A one-sided battle.

As the commander of the 3rd Armored Division, Sun Zhenwu, who came from a military family, never thought that he would encounter such a battle - tanks versus cavalry.

This seemed to have only existed a few decades ago, but here, they encountered a large group of cavalry. After all, Australia was full of pastures, and almost a quarter of the Australian troops were cavalry. Once upon a time, cavalry was the king on the battlefield.

But now, the former king is wailing in despair under the setting sun.

“Times have changed…”

Watching everything on the battlefield, Sun Zhenwu talked to himself. At this moment, he seemed to understand why his father often said this.

It is not just the emergence of tanks that changed warfare; the times have been completely changed.

This era is completely different from the past. The past belonged to the white people, the Anglo-Saxons, and the British.

But what about now?

Looking at the burning Union Jack in the distance, the burning flag seemed to be telling everyone that the era was over.

"The era of the Anglo-Saxons is over."

Sun Zhenwu said to himself.

"The future belongs to the empire! It is the era of the Ming Empire!"

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In the twenty-ninth year of the Wanli reign, I looked at the people in front of me.

The one sitting on the dragon throne is Emperor Wanli, my father. He holds great power and his words are law, but in reality, they are just for show.

The person next to me is Zhu Changluo, my elder brother, the eldest son of the emperor, the current crown prince, and the future "Red Pill Emperor". When his youngest son was in power, I became the "Fu" in the "Fu Lu Banquet".

Behind him was a group of ministers. They looked righteous and upright, and the court was truly full of righteous people. Even my father could not compete with them and was forced to live in seclusion in the palace for thirty years.

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The one who killed his brother and forced his father to death was Li Er, and I am Zhu San!