Chapter 3 Zongheng (three steps)

The sword is like a wall and the people are like a tiger. Zhao Tianlong and a platoon of soldiers rushed around the Mongolian puppet army.

The Mongolian puppet soldiers under the Duke of Zhenguo have started riding horses since they started learning to walk. Almost everyone is a first-class rider. However, facing such a high-speed knife wall, most of them chose to give in. There was no way, no one had three heads and six arms, and could not deal with so many steel knives at the same time. Even if they could defeat one of the other with their excellent riding skills, they would be chopped into pieces by the steel knives on both sides of the left and right, and they had no hope of leaving contact with the enemy alive.

There were also a few who were not frightened by the momentum of the sword wall. Chang Baoyin, the guard of the royal palace, was one of them. He pulled the mount a little distance away. He suddenly knocked the war horse's lower abdomen, held up the Japanese cavalry sword, and rushed to the left edge of the sword wall.

"Zuyunlong, if you have the ability, you will fight with me. One-on-one," while desperately urging the mount under his crotch to speed up, he shouted loudly, but his eyes were always staring at the guerrilla warrior on the edge of the left side of the knife wall, ready to find a breakthrough point from the side.

"Enter the cloud dragon, enter the cloud dragon." The other four guards of the royal palace were reminded by Baoyin. While shouting Zhao Tianlong's nickname, they urged their mounts to follow Baoyin. It was not easy to break through the knife wall from the center, but they might not be able to find the place to get off the door from the end. After all, the number of guerrillas rushing over is limited, and the knife wall formed is only a thin layer.

"Turn right, just like what we usually train." Zhao Tianlong did not care about the other party's provocation at all, and calmly issued a turning order. "Yes." The brothers responded loudly, with Zhao Tianlong as the center, the speed of the war horse on the right slowed down slightly, and the speed of the war horse on the left steadily accelerated, with a little stiff movement, but it was never dragged on. The entire team made a minus thirty-degree rotation during the high-speed movement, and faced Baoyin who came to die like a file.

"Enter the cloud dragon, Enter the cloud dragon" Baoyin, who is used to fighting alone, has seen such tactics? The clamoring voice has changed tone, but the man and horse have no time to change direction. They pierced head to the left wing of the knife wall with inertia. The sixth-last warrior on the left wing raised his hand and gave him a knife, the fifth-last warrior on the left wing raised his hand and gave him a knife, the fourth-last warrior on the left wing raised his hand and gave him a knife, the third-last warrior on the left wing raised his hand, but the knife fell into the empty space. Chang Baoyin, the guard of the royal palace, screamed and fell under the horse, and three half-foot-long sword tips appeared in sequence, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"Ah,,." ​​The guards of the royal palace following Baoyin screamed loudly, waving steel knives to cover the battle horses while trying hard to tighten the reins of the war horses. They did not want to follow Baoyin's footsteps, but this stupid action made their fate even more miserable. The war horse under their crotch was strangled to raise their front hooves and was at a loss. The knife wall opposite pushed over without any pause, pushing them off the horses one by one, chopping them into balls of meat paste.

"The injured retreated to the second row, keep in line, and continue to crush." ​​Zhao Tianlong took a deep breath and shouted in a deep voice.

"Keep the formation and continue to crush." ​​"Keep the formation and continue to crush." ​​The guerrilla soldiers loudly repeated the orders of the squadron leader, adjusted the mount speed, made up for the gap that had just appeared in the team, and continued to advance forward at high speed.

The two guerrilla soldiers who were injured when fighting Baoyin and others took the initiative to slow down their horses and hid their bodies behind the knife wall. Due to the joint efforts to fight the enemy, the wounds on them were not too big, and they still had enough physical strength to advance and retreat together with the entire team.

The time for the split attack tactics and wall formation training was a bit short. Among all the guerrilla soldiers, only the thirty people around him barely met the minimum requirements, but it was more than enough to use these novices who could barely meet the standards to deal with the puppet troops under the Duke of Zhenguo. After all, the latter had just experienced a crushing defeat, and many of the people in the team were muslims who had just been forced to enlist in the army.

Without any external interference, the guerrilla offensive paused for only a second or two before unfolding again. The soldiers shouldered with their shoulders, horse heads next to horse heads, and steel knives raised high and advanced in unison. There were only about 30 people, but their momentum was like thousands of troops.

No puppet army dared to come and provoke. All the people who were standing in front of the knife wall couldn't wait to tilt their mounts and retreat to both sides of the knife wall. Those who really didn't have time to retreat would turn their horses' heads as fast as possible and put their backs on the guerrillas, running away without seeking to run the fastest, but only seeking to run past their companions.

The guerrillas chased after him, calmly reaping the heads of those who had no time to escape with steel knives. The cavalry duel, which was usually for life, suddenly became extremely simple. Unfortunately, the Mongolian puppet army was caught without even the courage to resist. They held their heads and put their heads on the saddle, and were slaughtered. The puppet soldiers on both sides of the knife wall continued to hide in the distance without hesitation, for fear that they would be the next target to be slaughtered.

"Turn left, target Baolige, pay attention to formation." Zhao Tianlong had no intention of wasting time on the little fish who had lost their fighting spirit. The blade pointed at Baolige, the Duke of Zhenguo, and issued another order to change the formation.

The high-speed moving knife wall changed direction again, with the left wing forward and the right wing dragged back, and under the horrified gaze of the puppet army, an adjustment was made to the angle of 90 degrees.

This action is much more difficult than the previous one, so that there was a significant break on the right half of the knife wall. However, the guerrillas quickly realized the problem and reminded each other to make up for the shortcomings. However, the surrounding Mongolian puppet troops did not even have the courage to block it, and missed the opportunity to counterattack in vain.

"Come on." Zhao Tianlong said loudly again, instigated his mount and slowly pressed towards Duke Zhenguo Baolige. Under his command, the entire knife wall was crushed forward at the same speed. He was on the left side of the knife wall, secretly glad that he had not become a chopping board. The puppet soldiers who had not become the chopping board realized that the disaster was coming, screamed and ran away.

The guerrillas pushed the defeated troops and continued to approach Baolige. When encountering any obstacles, whether it was people or war horses, they would cut them all over. As they advanced, they gradually became familiar with the tactics they had just practiced for a short time. As they advanced, their confidence became stronger and higher, and they slowly reached their peak.

The herdsmen who had just been forced to join the army for more than a month completely collapsed and rushed to flee the battlefield. The leaders of the puppet army, who had relatively high training levels, tried to avoid the front of the sword wall, and did not dare to run too fast or too far, so as not to be severely punished by military laws after the war. The positions of the Mongolians suddenly became fragmented, with defeated soldiers trying to escape everywhere, and war horses that could not be found everywhere. No matter who accidentally fell off the mount, they would be quickly stepped into a pile of meat paste.

The chaotic scene caused great interference to both the enemy and us. Many puppet troops did not want to be a chariot at all, but because they had no time to escape, they became ghosts under the knife. More puppet troops and ownerless mounts became the "pioneers" of the guerrillas. They were pushed hard by the sword wall and rushed towards Duke Zhenguo Baolige and his direct confidants, squeezed their confidants over.

"Press up, push me up." Duke Baolige of Zhenguo even had his eyes red, not only because of fear, but also because of shame. The group of Mongolian cavalry in his hands was an important reliance for him to bargain with the Japanese. Although his combat effectiveness was not satisfactory, at least the number was worth mentioning. Unexpectedly, his military strength advantage, which he always talked about, turned into a big joke under the attack of the guerrillas. He was four times the number of enemies, but he could not hold on for even ten minutes and was completely destroyed. No matter how he used any means, he could no longer organize them.

"I can't stand it anymore, so hurry up and retreat to Taijun." Old Merlin Tenger, who has relatively rich combat experience, came to Baolige and suggested loudly, "Taijun, Taijun has many guns, yes, you can stop them with a gun."

"Gun,." Baolige was stunned for a moment, and then let out a crazy roar, "Machine gun, let Fujita Takun sweep with a machine gun and kill them all with a machine gun. Go, hurry up and tell Fujita Takun, let him not have any scruples."

"He, he" Old Meilin looked at his master in a daze, his legs did not move at all, and both sides of the enemy and us were like this. How could he use machine guns at will? Sweep down with a shuttle bullet? I am afraid that nine and a half of the ten people who fell were their own people.

"Go, why are you standing there? Go quickly." Baolige no matter how many puppet troops would die when the machine gun was shot, most of those guys were his shepherd slaves, who were not as valuable as a good horse. Without the support of the Japanese, he might even give his own ranch and Duke's Mansion to others.

Old Meilin was loyal to Duke Zhenguo Baolige, but not so loyal that he could invite the Japanese devils to massacre his compatriots for him. Finally, he glanced at the crazy Baolige and shouted at the guards, "I'll stop Lin Yunlong, you protect the Duke and go to the Japanese. If the Japanese can't stop it, leave quickly. We have the chance to take revenge in the future."

After saying that, he turned his mount and rushed forward against the escaped people. His gray hair was blown up by the wind, as if countless white silk threads were flying in the air.

"Where are you going, stop for me." Baolige was angry at the last glance before Old Meilin turned around. He picked up the turtle box and gestured at the man's back. The personal guards rushed up and grabbed his gun, carried him to retreat towards the Japanese. While retreating, he kept looking back at Old Meilin's back, unable to tell whether it was admiration or regret in his eyes.

"I, I want to shoot you, shoot you." Duke Baolige of Zhenguo struggled hard and threatened loudly, but there was no effect. He was carried by his personal guards and forced into the Japanese devils' positions. All the Japanese soldiers who had dismounted and stood on standby immediately divided a passage and gave them in. Then he blocked the passage again with a rifle, pointing straight at the puppet army that followed the defeated.

"Go aside, get out of it, and those who dare to attack the position will be killed." Several Japanese Japanese who were proficient in Chinese threatened loudly in Northeastern dialect, and the defeated soldiers were not allowed to lead chaos to their own positions. The puppet soldiers who were already scared out of their courage were not willing to listen. They stopped for a while, and they crowded each other and continued to break forward. The lieutenant in charge of "receiving friendly troops" was immediately angry and suppressed the command knife without hesitation. "Ting-pong Ping-pong", the long-lost gunshots sounded again on the battlefield. The Mongolian puppet soldiers who were panicked lowered their heads differently, looked at the blood slowly blooming on their chests, and fell to the sky.
Chapter completed!