Chapter 3 Zongheng (Four Parts)

"Go to the devil lieutenant Tsuburo Ryomori Tsuburo continued to open fire at the Mongolian puppet army. No matter what, these timid guys should not be allowed to rush to approach, otherwise Ruyunlong could push the defeated Mongols to bring a rolling bead curtain to the imperial warriors. More than a month ago, Ruyunlong had just suffered a similar loss, and this time, Ruyunlong's conspiracy could not be allowed to succeed.

"Ping, ping, ping." The shooting sounds of the Type 38 rifles were heard one after another. In front of the defeated Mongolian puppet army, a dead blockade was weaved. A whole row of puppet troops, including men and horses, fell down like harvesting wheat, followed by the second row. The puppet army, who were lucky enough to be shot by the bullet, were completely stunned and took their mounts blankly. They did not dare to continue to move closer to the Japanese position, nor did they dare to turn back to fight Zhao Tianlong, and they completely became living targets.

"Press firepower! Take Captain Zhao and the others back." The red bearded man standing on the hillside saw the Japanese's reaction clearly, and he ordered loudly.

Dada, Dada, Dada, Dada, Maxim let out a pleasant roar, causing dust to splash on the Japanese position. Although the distance was too far and the killing effect was limited, the Japanese could not raise their heads and focus on targeting Zhao Tianlong and others, so they had to stick their butts and pull the trigger at the target closest to him.

Now, the situation of the Mongolian puppet troops was even worse. They were almost targeted by the Japanese as the key to destroying them. They fell off their horses one by one and fell into a pool of blood.

Fortunately, Zhao Tianlong and others were just trying to establish their authority today, and did not think about killing them all. They found that the Japanese began to kill without distinguishing themselves from each other. They immediately pulled the horse's head away and shouted loudly, "The Japanese are anxious, the fourth formation, retreat."

"Fourth Formation, Fourth Formation." The soldiers reminded each other that according to their usual training retreat formation, the teams were rotated horizontally and vertically, and then they widened the distance between each other, scattered away like fireworks from the middle of the defeated soldiers.

Several frightened soldiers did not know how to avoid them, but were eliminated by the guerrillas. Most of the frustrated soldiers instinctively chose to avoid them. No one had the courage to come forward to block them, let alone make effective cooperation with the Japanese army. In a blink of an eye, the guerrillas broke off contact with the Mongolian puppet army. Under the leadership of Zhao Tianlong, they circled around and detoured towards the Heishi Village. The puppet soldiers who had lost pressure from behind regained their minds, screamed, and chased the figure of the guerrillas to escape to the distance.

"Bastard, waste, waste without any purpose." The Japanese Lieutenant Jintaker Ryomori was so angry that he was so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices by the clumsy reaction of the puppet soldiers. He grabbed a rifle and continued to kill the soldiers on the backs of the defeated soldiers. If these guys did not intentionally cause trouble, the soldiers of the Japanese Empire could shoot Ruyunlong and others off the horse one by one. Now, with these guys running around, the vision of the imperial soldiers was messed up, and of course, there was no chance to deal with Ruyunlong.

The horses sprinted with all their might very fast. In just over twenty seconds, the guerrilla cavalry ran for more than 400 meters. Seeing that everyone had retreated to the precise shooting distance of the Japanese soldiers, Zhao Tianlong made several gestures behind him and turned his horse's head again. The guerrilla cavalry chased after his yellow horse. As he marched, they slowly gathered together, lined up in a double column, slowly circling towards the hill where the Red Beard was.

How could Tsutake Ryomori let his enemy go like this? Without waiting for the order of his boss Junji Fujita to pounce on a light machine gun, he was ready to organize fire interception. However, his hand was pressed to the ground by Sakai Takamyung, who had just been promoted to lieutenant, and stared at the same pair of red eyes. The latter gritted his teeth and ordered: "Don't be impulsive, Tsutaken bearded, don't be impulsive, the red-bearded heavy machine gun is waiting for you on the opposite hillside."

"Uh." Jinwuliangsen was stunned and looked up in shock. He saw the guerrillas' Maxim heavy machine gun turning around and pointing the black muzzle at him.

Whether in terms of range or fire density, the crooked handles that use strip-shaped magazines to supply ammunition are incomparable to Maxim, which uses canvas chains to supply ammunition, although the latter was born nearly half a century earlier than the former.

Tsutake Ryomori did not dare to expose the position of the last tilted light machine gun in his team because of his impulse. He attracted Maxim's full revenge, bit his lips and roared in a low voice, "Can they just let them retreat like this? Why didn't Chief Fujita give orders to attack just now? Why, this is a shame, shame, I'm unwilling to give up, I'm not willing to give up."

"They have an old saying that if you stay in the green mountains, you won't be afraid of burning firewood." Sakai Gaoming pressed Tsuburo Ryomori's arm with one hand, and quickly moved the crooked handle away from him with the other hand, so as not to sweep the Maxim heavy machine gun here and cause himself to suffer the disaster. "The Communist Party was mainly targeting the Mongolians just now, not us. We have suffered a lot of losses. Before the situation of the war is unclear, there is no need to take the initiative to attract the firepower of the Communist guerrillas."

This is purely the short-sightedness of the small vendor. It is not a big mistake for his military career. Tsutake Ryomoto could not agree with Sakai's Gaoming's point of view. He pushed away the other party's hand pressed on his arm and grabbed the crooked handle again. "No matter what, we cannot let the guerrillas continue to be arrogant. We must."

"Lieutenant Tsubasa, pay attention to your behavior." The words of Junji Fujita who suddenly came from behind were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing his enthusiasm for counterattack. Ryomori Tsubasasaki turned around hatefully, and his eyes were filled with contempt when he looked at his boss. Junji Fujita looked at him without hesitation. The eyes shot out from his eyes were like two knives, and the cold air was forcing people.

Tsutake Ryomori looked at him angrily, looking at him, but he didn't have the courage to disobey in public. He lowered his head and responded loudly, "Hay, sir."

Junji Fujita didn't want to continue to get entangled with him, so he waved his hand tiredly and whispered: "Go back to where you should be, and when to launch a general attack, you don't need to decide."

"Hay." Tsutaker Ryomori sighed and crawled towards his post in shame. He was like a crop hit by frost, unable to lift up any energy.

Several other low-level officers looked at his back, their eyes full of sympathy. To be fair, they did not think that Tsutake Ryomori had done anything wrong, including his command of his unauthorized shooting at friendly forces without Fujita Junji's permission, which is very commendable. However, Fujita Junji is the supreme commander of this team after all, and has the right to order them to do anything. Although this person has lost all his prestige in the army, before this person is removed from his superiors, they may have any disobedience to the military court, and even be directly enforced by this person on the battlefield discipline.

"Idiot, a brainless idiot." Staring at Tsutake Ryomori's back, Junji Fujita cursed in his heart. His family knew his family's affairs. With the strength of these defeated generals under his command, it was impossible for him to deal with the joint attacks between Red Beard and Black Beard alone. The White Russian reinforcements, who spent a lot of effort to invite, were reluctant to use their full strength because the conditions he had issued were blank checks that were temporarily unfulfilled. Those guys were famous for not being creditworthy. If they suddenly gave everyone a move to watch the tiger fight at the critical moment, no one would ever think of seeing Mount Fuji alive.

"Sakai, please contact Baibei and ask him how long it will take to launch the general attack." He kept sending Tsutake Ryomori back to his position where he should be. Junji Fuji turned around and shouted that because he had suffered consecutive defeats at the hands of the Eighth Route Army, many lower-level officers began to slander him. Therefore, Junji Fuji as much as possible arranged all the tasks to a reliable confidant to perform, so as not to have new changes in the middle. "By the way, tell him that the conditions I promised can be achieved, and he can even help them contact the Kwantung Army headquarters, and arrange a place for them to be autonomous in the places close to the inner and outer Mongolia border, just like the Manchukuo, so that the Belarusians can be autonomous."

"Hay." Sakai, who was lucky enough to be included in the confidant of Junji Fujita, agreed happily and hugged his waist and ran towards the Whitebeard's battle flag. Tsutake Ryomori was about to go crazy. The other lieutenants and lieutenants were not very normal. Instead of accompanying them to die, it would be better to run to Whitebeard to hide first. At least, Whitebeard and the guerrillas don't have that much grudge, and they won't always want to fight with each other.

Before he could run to the Belarusian team, another provocation from Ruyunlong came from the small hill opposite, "Is there still a death sentence? Come out quickly, I'm already impatient to wait."

"This Chinese horse thief is really hateful." Sakai Gaoming turned his head and glared at Zhao Tianlong. He saw this guy who had just messed up the Mongolian Imperial Army, riding his iconic yellow horse, and once again formed a circle in front of the two armies. Every move seemed extremely arrogant.

"Is there still someone who dies, come out quickly." The guerrilla cavalry who had just killed a round trip among the Mongolian puppet army, rode a horse behind Zhao Tianlong, and loudly invited the battle in an equally arrogant tone, including a few who were obviously injured on their bodies, waving their steel knives, without falling in a short time.

Cavalry, they are cavalry, and have taken the general's heads from millions of troops since ancient times. Even in the era of machine guns and cannons, they still remember the pride that they refused to grow old and will never grow old.

"There are still people who die." "There are still people who die." "There are still people who die." The invitation echoed between the heaven and earth, and waves of waves penetrated into the ears of the Japanese and White Russian bandits, stimulating them with their eyes and their eyes were filled with smoke, but no one was willing to fight back.

"There are still people who die." "There are still people who die." "There are still people who die." Seeing that the Japanese and the Belarus bandits were reluctant to respond, the other guerrillas who were waiting on the hillside shouted loudly. Since there was no need to worry about the enemy launching a cold gun and attacking, their voices were actually several points higher than Zhao Tianlong and others riding on horseback.

"Is there still those who die?" "Is there still those who die." "Is there still those who die." Zhou Hei Tan's troops, who had already seen Zhao Tianlong's army on the city wall, had already seen the fullness of the city. More than 50 people, led by Li Laojiu, poked out half of their bodies from the city wall at the same time, and shouted at the location of Junji Fujita.

Now, the lower-level officers in the Japanese team were so angry that they rushed to Junji Fujita and urged him to order the general attack, "Sir, please be sure to order the attack,"

"We have at least more people than the Communist guerrillas. Even without the cooperation of the Belarusians, we can fight to the death with them."

"Sir, the soldiers of the Japanese Empire, cannot bear this insult, and you must make the right decision immediately."

"Sir, please give an order, we are willing to launch a Yusha Charge Charge."

I have to say that the following is a tradition of the Japanese army. Seeing that the officers under his command were ready to initiate a "military remark" to him, Junji Fujita had nodded helplessly, "Okay, everyone, before waiting for the answer from the Belarusians, can you wash away the shame? It's right?"

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep t" a crisp sound of suona held back his words. Under the city wall far away from the attacking side, hundreds of cavalry suddenly came out. The person who took the lead was Zhou Heitan, holding a big knife in his hand, majestic.

"There is an ambush." ​​Junji Fujita didn't care about attacking Red Beard anymore, and instinctively ordered the entire army to be on guard. "Everyone takes his place, the machine gunners are ready, and the grenade launcher concentrates firepower."

"Beep beep beep, beep beep, beep beep beep" Another crisp sound of suona was heard, and another whistle that came out of nowhere appeared outside the battlefield. The point of the soldiers was the weakness of the Belarus bandits.

"Swoosh, swoosh." The terrifying sound of artillery shells breaking through the air sounded again. Two Type 97 infantry shells fell on both sides of the White Goose Bandits' positions, splashing a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"Cross test, cross-test." The bandits of Belarus, who were already hesitant, panicked and jumped on the horse and ran to the distance without looking back, regardless of whether they had made an agreement with the Japanese in advance (Note 1)

"Retreat." Junji Fujita finally killed again and pushed away the lower-level officer surrounding him, and jumped onto the war horse. "Retreat, retreat, retreat all, Lieutenant Tsutake Ryomori led the second squad to leave cover, and the others immediately evacuated the battlefield."

Without the support of the Belarusians, the Zhou Heitan tribe who rushed up was enough to eliminate them all. The Japanese officers who had previously shouted to launch a Jade Crush attack carried out the order without hesitation, jumped onto the mount, followed Fujita Junji Juechen, leaving only a dozen unlucky guys from Tsutake Ryomori and the Second Team, lying on the ground, blindly towards the Zhou Heitan tribe and Zhao Tianlong tribe who were rushing towards the two teams of the Zhou Heitan tribe who were rushing towards the coming Zhou Heitan tribe and Zhao Tianlong tribe, struggling to death.

Their figures were soon submerged in the torrent of horse hooves. Zhou Heitan and Zhao Tianlong each led their team to step on the Japanese corpses, and their tall figures were filled with sunshine.

Note 1: Cross-test shooting, one of the basic tactics of artillery, use two shells to draw a predetermined attack range, and then you can attack any position between the two shells' landing points.
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