On the vast grassland, a group of exhausted puppet troops slowly moved forward in this boundless sea of ​​grass, and each step seemed extremely heavy.

The scorching sun hangs high, pulling their shadows long, as if even the shadows can't bear the heaviness.

Everyone's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, the corners of his mouth were dry and cracked, breathing sounds one after another, whistling like a bellows, making it particularly difficult.

Their clothes were soaked in sweat and pressed against their bodies tightly, as if even their skin was bound by this wet layer of fabric, making them breathless.

The puppet army captain who was walking at the front of the team was already staggering.

He was already pampered, but now there were hallucinations in front of him, and the scenes of monks kept appearing in his mind: warm lights, gentle smiles of his wife, innocent smiles of his child,...

At this moment, he missed that warm moment so much, and even began to doubt whether he had taken the wrong path.

Grandma, the Japanese are not human at all. Originally, there was a war horse coming down, but the Japanese forced them to leave, saying that the cavalry of the Imperial Army lacked war horses.

What does it have to do with your grandma’s lack of war horses to his lack of war horses? He was so tired that he was a little suspicious of his life at this time. He really wanted to scold his mother and give all the Japanese in front of him a slogan.

Next to him, the deputy captain who was connected to the same life was also holding his knees with both hands and gasping for breath.

His war horse was also recruited by the Japanese. He was so tired that he, like the captain, had deep doubts about the life path he chose.

The puppet army behind began to complain in a low voice. The captain was upset and turned around and cursed: "Grandma, if you have the courage, just curse louder. If you are so quiet, the Japanese can't hear it. What's the use of saying it?"

The puppet soldiers were scolded and silently. If they had the courage, they would have rebelled long ago. How could they have waited until now?

However, at this moment, disaster never came. Just as the puppet army was exhausted and had been left far behind by the Japanese army, from their south side, smoke and dust rolled, and endless iron hooves stomped on the earth came.

The sound was a torrent formed by countless iron hooves.

They rush and jump, like black storms on the grassland, sweeping towards the puppet army positions with arrogant power.

The sound of horse hooves from far to near, like the thunder rolling in the sky, gradually gathering into a deafening roar.

The dust on the grassland was lifted up by this force, forming a dust wall covering the sky and the sun, covering the afterglow of the sunset into a dull light.

Behind this dust wall were the cavalry of the Wugan Tribe. They held scimitars and their eyes were filled with rage at the invaders, as if they were going to burn every inch of land on this grassland.

The puppet soldiers were already exhausted and were stunned by the sudden scene.

Their eyes were filled with horror, as if they had seen the moment when the end of the world came.

They are infantry and their enemies are cavalry. Even fools know the difference between the two.

Not to mention fighting at this time, as long as they are hit by Mongolian cavalry, which of them can survive?

So when the torrent of war horses gathered closer, they had even encountered their own death.

Some puppet soldiers began to get weak legs and fell to the ground; some hugged their heads with their hands and screamed in horror; some tried to escape, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not take any steps.

They had never felt such a strong fear and despair.

However, at this moment, the captain of the puppet army brigade was able to calm down and command loudly: "Brothers, we can't sit still and wait for death!"

Hearing this, all the puppet troops looked at their captain, as if they saw a savior.

But at this moment, their captain said again: "Everyone stand up and run, run in the direction of the Imperial Army, and the Imperial Army will save us."

puff!

Several puppet soldiers vomited blood on the spot because could they run through four legs?

And at this time, they were already exhausted and obviously couldn't escape.

But at this time, they had the only way left. If they didn't run, they could only stay where they could wait to die.

So the puppet army used all their strength to run towards the Japanese army ahead, hoping that the Japanese could turn their heads and save them.

At the same time, the Japanese naturally discovered that the cavalry of the Wugan tribe was charging towards the marching team of the puppet troops behind and immediately reported to General Takeda.

But General Takeda had already seen this scene through the car window.

His brow frowned slightly because he had guessed the enemy's intentions.

The cavalry of these Wugan tribes did not go for the puppet troops at all, but bought time for the migrating herdsmen ahead.

He asked, “How far is it from the herders?”

The Japanese officer quickly replied: "We can catch up with about five kilometers."

Hearing this, Takeda snorted coldly, "Go and order the puppet army to restrain the cavalry of the Wugan tribe on site, order the cavalry of the Imperial Army to move forward quickly, lure the cavalry of the Wugan tribe to intercept, and then the Imperial Army immediately surrounded."

Speaking of this, General Takeda snorted again and said, "Hmph, I think our enemies can no longer sit still, and this war will be decided soon."

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer received the order and immediately went to pass the order.

The issuance of this order will also indicate the fate of the puppet army being abandoned.

The puppet army at this time was like being penetrated by the most bitter cold wind in winter, and every inch of her skin was full of biting coldness and despair.

So the puppet army did not wait for the Japanese to rescue them, but only had that cold order, through the Japanese commander's shriveled lips, fell into their hearts like a verdict.

Ordering them to defend on the spot and hold on to the enemy - this is simply to make them wait for death on the spot.

The entire puppet army wanted to curse. They were all infantrymen. How could they use their meager strength to hold the cavalry like wolves and tigers on this vast grassland? Isn’t this obviously letting them die?

They wanted to greet the eighteen generations of the Japanese ancestors and pour out the resentment, but in the end they could only turn into a low sob deep in their throats.

Because they knew very well that even if they were reluctant in their hearts, they would never violate the Japanese orders. Those cruel and ruthless Japanese would not show mercy to their subordinates.

Moreover, even if they muster up the courage and rise up to resist, what can they change?

Could it be that those ruthless Japanese soldiers who turned against each other would really find out with conscience and turn their heads back to save them?

No, this is just a faint fantasy in their hearts. The reality is cruel. They have been regarded as abandoned children and are destined to pay the price of their lives for other people's ambitions and greed on this grassland.

At this moment, despair was like an invisible net, tightly bound them.
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