The Japanese cavalry also fired one after another.

They still use the Type 38 rifle, which is exactly the same as the infantry.

Yang Yue's heart suddenly rose to his throat. But don't be hit.

Fortunately, there isn't.

Sun Desheng was still riding a horse at high speed.

"The Japanese couldn't hit it." Li Xizhu seemed to see Yang Yue's uneasiness and comforted him, "Shooting on horseback is not the strength of the Japanese cavalry. Even me can't do it."

"Then you... no, what are the strengths of the Japanese cavalry?" Yang Yue asked in confusion.

"Black and kill! Everyone fights for the saber!"

"What else do you do with a rifle?"

"Dropping off the horse and fighting when necessary! Cavalry will only shoot when they go to the ground."

"this……"

It seems to make sense.

Shooting on horseback is indeed very difficult.

Look at yourself, you have trained tens of thousands of bullets, and the hit rate is still terrible for dynamic shooting.

The Japanese are also humans. They are not gods. They also need training. However, it is impossible for each Japanese to have tens of thousands of bullets to train. Therefore, this kind of shooting on horseback must be about the same level as one of them.

A person like Sun Desheng is definitely a monster. Such a monster is definitely one in a million.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the gunshots fired again.

But it was Sun Desheng who fired again.

However, this time, even Sun Desheng failed to hit the target. The image of the monster collapsed instantly.
Chapter completed!