Chapter 2 Countercurrent (Fifth Middle School)

This team of cavalry was the elite of the guerrillas. A few months ago, outside Blackstone City, they rushed into the private soldiers of Duke Baolige, who was shooting with machine guns, and cut off their opponents and turned them over. Now they have experienced several months of rigorous training. Their cooperation has become proficient in their core. Once they come into contact with the horse thieves, they will immediately judge the enemy's team from the center like an iron hammer smashing an egg, and they will smash an egg yolk and egg white flying around.

"Kill them first, and then go and save Xiao Wu." Zhao Tianlong tweeted his horse's head with force and made a big turn on the enemy's corpse. The entire cavalry team followed him, like a killing machine with the largest power, turned around "rumbling" and crushed the enemy's left wing without delay.

Because the first round of fighting ended too quickly, the terrifying attack effect of the cavalry team had not yet spread in the enemy's heart. The horse thief on the right side of the battlefield suddenly found that his team had broken from the center at the moment when the two armies were in contact, and then threw the bodies and screams of his accomplices behind his head.

With their previous fighting habits and their reliance on their absolute number of people, the horse thieves on this side of the battlefield slowed down, turned their mounts, and prepared to give the guerrillas a two-wing encirclement with their accomplices on the other side. However, as soon as they adjusted the direction of the horse, they found that the changes in the situation on the battlefield were completely beyond their expectations. At least half of the guerrilla soldiers should have been reduced in the frontal collision just now, but they were all sitting upright on the horse's back and sprinting towards them at extremely high speed. The accomplices who were previously located in the center of their own array all fell to the ground, either turned into bloody corpses, or were rolling and wailing in a pool of blood, and their end was terrible.

"Snap faster, ah,." An old horse thief who had followed the yellow beard for many years made a strange scream, and his legs hit the horse's lower abdomen. Now that he wanted to escape, it was obviously too late. The cavalry team that was crushing over in line would not give them time to turn around for a second time. With the high speed that had already rushed up, a two-foot-long hole could be drawn from their backs with a sabre in his hand. No Xinglin master could stop the blood.

The only chance to survive is to form a group and hedge against the Communist cavalry. The number of people on both sides is similar. As long as the horse thieves work together, they will definitely fight against each other and suffer both losses. Then Huang Huzi from the other side of the battlefield will lead his accomplices to rush over and give the guerrillas a final blow.

His idea was perfect, but the reality was extremely cold. He was used to gnawing bones and pinching soft persimmons. How could the thieves who came here sacrificed themselves to help others? He screamed immediately and even pushed the horse's heads to both sides, leaving only one of the elderly thieves alone, facing the cavalry team that was crushing like a moth to the flames.

"You guys are so unfaithful." The old thief widened his eyes and raised his sabre in despair, "As long as you are willing to follow me, you can at least survive."

"Dang." The saber in his hand was pushed away by Zhao Tianlong with the blade. The neck, chest and upper half of his thigh were all exposed to the gaze of the guerrillas. Without any obstruction, he followed Zhao Tianlong. A guerrilla who was half behind the body of the war horse saw the cheap, immediately turned his wrist. The saber turned vertically and obliquely on the shoulders of the elderly thief, smearing the man's chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and lumbar muscles, sweeping out a ball of blood mist along the groin.

"Not loyalty" Ji'er aged thief let go of his hand holding the reins and instinctively covered his wounds. His arm was swept in mid-air by another sabre in the air, and his elbows were broken into two pieces. The severe pain made him twitch all over his body. He screamed and bent down, trying to squeeze his back to his body with his horse's back to relieve the pain that was coming like a tide. Guerrillas located on the third floor of the triangular cavalry array rushed past him. According to the habits formed during training, he tried his best to swing the knife and cut towards the target closest to him. Ji'er aged thief's neck and right arm were successively cut, and blood was splattered.

"Ah,,,." The old thief who had completely lost his resistance screamed sternly, and his body that had lost his arms curled up in the saddle and turned into a bloody meat ball. "They are so powerful, I shouldn't have come back." Before he completely lost consciousness, a sudden remorse surged in his heart, "Last time at Blackstone, I seemed to have seen this tactic. Without the cover of a machine gun, I shouldn't have."

Another severe pain came from behind, interrupting his death repentance. He was about half a horse's head left vertically from the third-level cavalry, but the horizontal position was only less than 30 centimeters away from the last cavalry, who rushed to the high speed. According to the fighting habits that had been trained many times, he stretched out the saber in his hand horizontally, dragging two other huge wounds on the spine of the old thief from both sides.

The elderly horse thief, who had no more blood to flow, was completely relieved. He fell softly from the horse's back like a pissed-out pig urine bubble. The mount that had lost its owner continued to rush forward until it ran more than twenty meters away. Then he turned his head reluctantly and looked at the owner who had died and screamed loudly.

"Sigh," amid the sarcasm of war horses, the guerrilla attack arrays came into contact with several other horse thieves who were not decisive enough from the side and behind, cutting off their opponents from the horse's backs one by one, turning them into bloody corpses.

"I'll fight with you." A young horse thief in a gray coat screamed in despair. He turned around on the mount of escape. The saber in his hand waved into a light ball in despair. Zhao Tianlong quickly handed his wide-back long sword forward and stuffed it into the light ball, "Wait." The saber in the hand of the gray coat chopped the edge of the wide-back long sword, and Mars splashed. The two war horses quickly turned from one in front and one behind to one side by side. The saber and the wide-back long sword made a harsh friction sound, and more Mars burst out, illuminating the desperate eyes of the gray coat thief. The black knife entering Yunlong stabbed in against the edge of the saber, cutting his throat and neck artery.

"Hiss,." The sound of the balloon leaking out from the roar of the horse's hooves, which seemed particularly terrifying. The second-level cavalry put away their swords with pity and followed Zhao Tianlong to the next target, then the third-level and the fourth-level. When the entire triangular attack array galloped past, the body of the gray-coated thief still did not fall from the saddle. He opened his arms to the sun like a lonely wheat field watcher, shaking, shaking, and then slowly fell to the left side of the horse's belly. He was dragged by the frightened mount, leaving a long stain of blood on the ground.

"Ah,." No one dared to turn around and resist. The remaining two horse thieves tried to deflect the mounts as much as possible, away from the blade of Zhiyunlong, accelerated, and it didn't matter which direction they were running. As long as they were not caught up by Zhiyunlong, "Ping, Ping, Ping." Several bullets caught up with them from behind. The guerrilla who fell from the horse was holding a 38-gun gun and in a half-kneel shooting posture, he named the two unresisting guys one by one.

"Kill them all." Zhao Tianlong, who had already become stolen, shouted loudly, and without hesitation, he turned his horse around and led the cavalry behind him with strong morale to the enemy on the other side of the battlefield.

On the left side of the battlefield, Huang Huzi led seven confidants to pounce on the guerrillas, but their mounts under their crotch were not very fast, and everyone had obvious hesitation on their faces.

It was not that he had never contacted the guerrilla cavalry before, but Huang Huzi and others never expected that after Zhao Tianlong's personal training, the guerrilla cavalry would become like this. They were no longer alone and flesh-and-blooded bodies, but a killing machine that had been fully integrated into the best condition. Compared with this killing machine, the horse thieves under him who were usually skilled and proud were simply a group of children wearing open-crotch pants playing horse-driving war.

The thirty-eight subordinates were all habitual bandits who had been licking blood on the knife for many years. In the world, any of them could stir up a bloody storm. However, just two encounters, only eleven of these more than thirty bandits with great skill and superb riding skills were left, and three of them were still outside the field and together with two Manchu spies, they did not participate in the battle group.

"Everyone is standing side by side, you can't sell your back to him. The more you run, the more you suffer." After all, you have been in the regular army. At the critical moment, the yellow beard still has not been completely confused. The tip of the knife is turning towards him. The speed has not yet been completely increased to the highest guerrilla array, and mobilize loudly, "Side by side, side by side, they have no strength. After fighting this battle, the money in the desert will be divided equally for everyone."

"Go side by side, ah, ah, ah, ah," the horse bandits following Huangbeard responded loudly, knocking the horse's belly hard, and unable to escape. They saw clearly the fate of the previous escapees from the side. Only when they lined up in dense formations like guerrillas and rushed towards each other face to face, could someone survive. Otherwise, everyone would have to become lambs waiting to be slaughtered, allowing Ruyunlong and his brothers to catch up from behind and kill them one by one without any effort.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," "Ah, ah, ah," Maybe it was to suppress the fear in my heart, or maybe I felt desperate for retreating, the horse thieves rushed up, raised their necks and shouted like a wolf howling. No one noticed that the boss Huang Beard, who called them to go side by side, was half a horse's head behind everyone's mount. Then, during the high speed, the distance between the half horse's head quickly turned into a horse's head, two horse's heads, and one horse's body, "Ah, ah, ah," Huang Beard echoed the howling of the confidant horse thieves at the top of his lungs, and pulled the reins hard. The red horse under his crotch was pulled to the corner of his mouth, and had to turn his body and rush to another direction with his master.

"Ah, ah, ah," "Ah, ah, ah," The horse thieves who had been suppressed to the point of madness by the fear in their hearts did not expect that their shopkeeper would be so shameless. They cried and howled, gathered together to fight back towards the Dragon of the Cloud. The horse's hooves raised a large amount of smoke and dust, blocking the shameless man tightly.

"Hold tight, close tight, just like during training, follow me and keep your mount firmly in control and don't fall behind." Zhao Tianlong's eyes were completely attracted by the horse thieves who were fighting desperately. He calmly raised his broad-backed long sword and greeted the robes behind him. The brave ones won when they met on a narrow road. Without machine guns on both sides, there was only one way to use cavalry to break the enemy's intensive cavalry charge, that is, to sacrifice their lives to rush over in a more intensive formation, and compete with the enemy with courage.

"Kill." The guerrillas agreed and raised their sabers high. The sabers in their hands were all Caucasian cavalry special swords seized from the Belarusian bandits. In order to match the tall figure of the Russians, their length and thickness were far more than the Japanese style in the hands of the horse thieves. During the dense formation hedging process, one inch long is one inch stronger, and they absolutely have an overwhelming advantage.

What has an overwhelming advantage is the psychological quality and daily training of the cavalry. Nowadays, like the yellow beard and his minions, it is the mainstream to surrender to the feet of the Japanese devils as a lackey. Anyone who refuses to follow the trend and chooses to fight against the devils is a good man who has long put life and death aside. During the rest of the past few months, Jiyunlong has unreservedly instilled the cavalry tactics he learned from his master into everyone's heart. No matter who it is, including Zhang Songling, who has received the least cavalry training, knows the significance of maintaining the formation to attack the cavalry.

On the contrary, the horse thieves under Huang Huzi's command were much worse. When they had their spare time, they either gathered together to drink and gamble, or ran out to visit prostitutes, and had never practiced how to conduct group charges. Their skills and determination to fight to the death were also uneven. Forcing, they staggered the distance between them in the front and back directions, and there was a tendency to get further and further away. Especially when some people suddenly found that the boss Huang Huzi didn't follow, the howling sound in their mouths immediately changed, and the reins of the war horse in their hands were quietly tightened, and they were always ready to sneak out of the battle group while their accomplices were following Yun Long and left.

The appearance of a smart man will not have much impact on the formation and morale. I am afraid that the entire team is full of smart men, with a distance of only about 200 meters. If the cavalry on both sides move forward at full speed, it will take six to seven seconds. However, it took eleven seconds for the guerrillas and horse thieves to accelerate from the same speed to the real contact between them. Especially at the last thirty meters, the formation of the horse thieves changed from a black group to a curve, and at the last moment, they suddenly collapsed unexpectedly and turned into rabbits that fled in scattered circles.

"Kill." The enemy collapsed so suddenly that Zhao Tianlong had no time to adjust his tactics, so he had to wave his wide-back long sword and slash at the unlucky guy closest to him. The horse thief he was targeting could not even pluck up the courage to resist. He actually raised the saber over his head and cried loudly begging for mercy, "Give up your life, ah."

His begging for mercy was cut into two pieces by the light of the knife. Zhao Tianlong's steel knife slashed from the base of his neck, bringing up a head with his eyes open and half of his shoulder. The two guerrillas at the second attack level did not expect that the enemy was so stupid that they suddenly chose to surrender. The saber that was stretched out in his hand had no time to recycle it. With the inertia of the mount, they cut through the sides of the lower abdomen of the corpse at high speed, sprinkling the intestines inside the ground.

"I was really blind back then." The outside of the third row behind Zhao Tianlong was a Northeastern man. Seeing the enemy being scattered at the last moment, he thought disappointedly that his name was Guan Haozhe. He became a bandit after the September 18th Incident. At this time last year, he was still under Huang Huzi. Later, he was captured by Hong Huzi while besieging the guerrilla camp. Then he took the initiative to stay and be a guerrilla soldier. According to his original judgment, everyone would definitely face a tough battle today, but he never expected that when his troops and physical strength were completely at a disadvantage, he could defeat the old boss in a ruthless manner and defeat Huang Huzi himself in a panic.

A horse thief who ran past him like a headless fly covered his wound with his hands and cried loudly, "Give up your life, Master Long, let's go, there are eighty mothers above and below."

Not wanting to let him be embarrassed again, Guan Haozhe took the initiative to wave the knife and wiped the man's neck. "The guy who has not been trained is so bad." Holding the bloody sabre, his thinking continued to spread in his mind. Today's victory was too relaxed, so easy that it had an impact on his brain and heart. "When did the Golden Wolf Gang become so bad? After all, their predecessor was also the Northeast Army." While sighing dizzyly, he pointed the tip of the knife at another horse thief who ran past in front of him with his head in his arms, "Surrender, surrender and not kill him."

"I surrender, surrender, Master Long spared my life." The horse thief who had already been scared to pee his pants cried and begged for mercy, but his legs froze on the saddle and could not move for a long time. Guan Haozhe thought he was delaying time, so he raised his knife and was ready to kill him. At this moment, someone behind him shouted loudly, "Come on, go and save people, don't waste time on him."

"Come on, keep up." Guan Haozhe repeated casually, letting go of the lamb to be slaughtered in front of him, instigated the mount to rotate with the entire team, and put a half circle on the enemy's corpse, biting the yellow beard's back again. The horse thief who had been frightened to his limbs and refused to obey the command of his brain, then he barely fell from the horse's back, leaning on the ground with his butt sticking out, and continued to raise his hands high, "Give up, I have eighty mothers above, and I have one below."

No one turned around to see his mercy performance, including the guerrilla warrior who had fallen off the horse's back, pulled a bossless mount from the battlefield and followed Zhao Tianlong and chased him by the yellow beard. Huang beard is worthy of being the once famous horse thief leader. He escaped extremely quickly. With the time difference between the time difference between his confidants who exchanged their lives and dignity, he rushed to the two Manchu spies who were stunned outside the battlefield and his only three remaining soldiers.
Chapter completed!