Chapter 3 Morning Star (Six Downs)

The guerrilla warrior Lao Yang, nickname Yang Laosan, has no scientific name, no ethnicity, unknown origin, unknown date of birth, unknown date of birth, on June 17, 1939, in the battle with the Japanese invaders, he took the initiative to stay and cut off his robes and sacrificed his country heroically. In the eight-year war of resistance, countless Yang Laosan, Zhang Laosan and Zhao Laosan walked onto the battlefield one after another. They had no fixed political beliefs, nor had they had lofty goals in life; they had never achieved any outstanding achievements, nor had they said any passionate words; they could not even leave a relatively formal name, but fell silently in a pool of blood. However, they used their humble lives, for their families, neighbors, and for the elders and villagers behind them, and for the entire Chinese nation. They would no longer have to kneel down and endure the enslavement of foreign invaders, and never have to.

With the help of more than ten seconds that Lao Yang exchanged for his life, Zheng Xiaobao drove the war horse to meet with Zhao Tianlong and others. Everyone ran a few steps, jumped onto the back of the horse, and squeezed his legs hard to the horse's belly. The man and the horse flew into the air and stepped directly onto the Japanese head.

Even the thinnest war horse is far taller than the ordinary Mongolian horse. The total weight is nearly half a ton, and more than twenty horses spontaneously form a wedge-shaped dense queue in the mercedes and rushed down the hillside, with a momentum no less than that of the Type 94 tank. When the Japanese soldiers blocked the front of the war horse saw it, they instinctively dodge the rifle, fearing that if they accidentally dodge a little slower, they will be stepped on by the war horse into a meat paste. (Note 1, Note 2)

"Idiot, coward, stop them, stop them." The famous Japanese captain pulled out the southern pistol, and shot at the horses frantically, while ordering the Japanese soldiers beside him to form a team to intercept the war horses with bayonets. Several bullets hit the shoulders of the same empty saddle, but failed to delay the speed of the war horses at all. Under the stimulation of the severe pain, the poor war horse handed over the limbs to instinct, spreading four hooves and running with all their might. The Japanese captain found that the situation was not good, and quickly turned around and dodged behind the sea buckthorn bush. There was no time. Two horse hooves with a bowl-small mouth kicked directly on his back, kicking him out of the way, vomiting blood. Then, they were stepped on by several other war horses continuously, and they broke into a soft pool of dog shit, (Note 3)

"Kill." The furious guerrillas pulled the saber out of the saddle and stretched out their arms diagonally below. There was no unnecessary movement at all. The war horses advancing at high speed themselves made the blade ten times sharper. The two Japanese were caught off guard and were scratched from their left shoulder to their right arm by the saber. The steaming blood immediately ejected out like a foot and a half-long wound, dyeing a large area of ​​grass beside them red. The injured Japanese soldiers threw their rifles and covered their chests with their fingers, left chest, right chest, right chest, and left chest, then shakingly hit a circle in the pool of blood, with their hands spread out, and fell to the sky.

"Go on the main road, walk from the main road, don't fall in love with fighting, and no one should turn back." Knowing that the enemy's chaotic state could not last long, Zhao Tianlong forced himself to avenge his comrades, opened his voice and greeted him loudly.

The guerrillas who had almost had their eyes red heard it and waved their swords to break into a bloody road, followed Zhao Tianlong, and left contact with the Japanese like flying.

"Start fire, fire, and shoot at the enemy's back. Don't fight war horses. War horses are too big and bullets cannot kill them immediately." Squadron leader Saburo Suzuki stretched out a head that had half of his ear from the carriage of the first car and shouted.

The Japanese soldiers who had been chaotic by the horse team found their backbone in an instant, and they half knelt on the ground and pulled the trigger at the backs of the guerrillas. Blood was bleeding from the two team members, but they used their last strength to hold the neck of the war horse and insisted on falling to the ground. The other guerrillas quickly turned their bodies to the belly of the horse, and continued to evacuate to the distance with the cover of the smoke and dust from the war horse and the horse's hooves.

In twelve or three seconds, even the fastest Japanese soldiers had only fired three bullets at most, while the war horses had already carried the guerrillas for more than 200 meters. With the naked eye alone, it was difficult for the Japanese soldiers to aim at a single target from the light green smoke and dust, and were unwilling to catch up with the grassland road. While cursing and continuing to shoot randomly.

The bullets were dragging sharp whistling sounds and flew past the war horses in a mess, but it was difficult to play a role. Even if one or two stray bullets hit the butt of the war horse, their injuries were not enough to be fatal immediately. The guerrillas on the horse's back threw away the golden stirrups, soared into the air, and jumped onto the mounts that had already died, and the speed of their distance was not affected at all. The injured war horse was afraid and refused to easily break away from the horses. They gritted their teeth and followed the last side of the team, instead forming a new blood barrier with their bodies.

"Machine gun, use machine gun." I don't know which Japanese soldier shouted, reminding his party that he had more powerful weapons. Immediately, the Japanese running on the roadside rushed to jump into the car, stepped on the corpse of the dead, straightened the heavy machine guns, and spurted out fire snakes.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada" Although the range of heavy machine guns is far away, it is difficult to hit the running target at a distance of seven or eight hundred meters. It just futilely swept the green smoke and dust on the grassland. Seeing this scene, the Japanese soldiers became more and more angry, clenched their fists, and knocked the iron roof of the cab to a "dongdongdong." It sounded, "Drive, drive quickly, waste, are you scared? You've still been damaged by the grenade." "dongdongdong, dumbdongdong, dumbdongdongdong"

The Japanese driver who had escaped a disaster with the protection of the cab looked around, not knowing whether he should obey the orders. According to the rules of the army, the driver belongs to the technical army and the minimum rank is equivalent to the commander of the sergeant. Ordinary soldiers are not qualified to shout at him.

This dull action made the Japanese soldiers around the car even more angry. When they opened the car door, they wanted to drag the driver down the car. When the squadron leader Suzuki Saburo, who was doing emergency bandage in the car, saw this, he quickly stopped him loudly, "Stop, no one is allowed to make trouble. Pull him down, will you drive?"

"Uh." The Japanese soldiers who were blinded by anger were stunned for a moment. Then they remembered that they had no ability to drive away the iron thing in front of them, but the anger in their hearts would not calm down because of their boss' questioning. They waved their arms and protested loudly, "The Chinese will run away soon, and there are only ten left of them. Why don't you drive to chase after them?"

"They killed so many of our partners, why did they let them go,"

"Catch up, kill them all, and kill all the Chinese." More and more Japanese soldiers gathered around the car, and the roar became more and more manic.

Saburo Suzuki himself was also very unwilling to let the Chinese cavalry escape from his nose. He hesitated for a moment and decided to go with the flow. "Ono-kun, drive to chase after him, don't let the Chinese escape. They are already injured and cannot run too far."

"Hiyi." The Japanese driver did not dare to disobey the order of a squadron leader, and agreed loudly and restarted the car engine again. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the car had not started moving, Saburo Suzuki thought for a while and quickly issued several orders, "The first and second teams of the second teams of the second teams of the third teams of the third teams of the second teams of the second car, lift the bodies of the warriors from the car and put them on the side of the road, leaving them for the baggage team to deal with. Yamaguchi Squadron Captain, you quickly go back to report to Captain Kawada, and say that if you don't wipe out the Chinese cavalry today, I don't have the courage to see him again."

"Hiyi." "Hiyi." "Hiyi." The promise sounded like a piece of support. The Japanese soldiers eager to avenge split up and executed the order, dropped the dead bodies from the car, put the machine gun rifle back on the car board, stared at the direction the guerrillas were gone, and let out a series of howls like hungry wolfs, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, two cars were soaked in black by grenades began to accelerate slowly, overturned the traces left by horse hooves, flattened the green and lush weeds, driving faster and faster. In a blink of an eye, the Japanese team was thrown behind.

"Damn Grandpa Suzuki has no basic quality of officers. It is a taboo for generals to raise troops because of his anger." Seeing two cars full of soldiers leaving, Shirakawa Jiro, who had just arrived, frowned and scolded. The last attack of the Chinese cavalry gave people a strange feeling. According to common sense, they had already taken advantage of the day today. There is no need to rush over to die after discovering that the Japanese Kwantung Army had already made a countermeasure, unless, unless, behind their sacrifice, there were other ulterior motives.

"Master Kawada did this for the sake of the morale of the army. After all, most of the people who died today came from his first squadron." Captain Kawada Kunaki understood Suzuki Saburo's behavior very well, shook his head and whispered to retort.

"But, but don't you think that the actions of the Chinese are abnormal?" Shirakawa Jiro glanced at his immediate boss blankly, and a little surprised as he asked.

"I have seen that those Chinese cavalry may try to lead Captain Suzuki to their trap." Kawada Kunao smiled and nodded slightly.

"Then you have to indulge him," Shirakawa Jiro felt that his mind was a little too short, frowned and asked in a low voice again.

"There are less than a dozen Chinese cavalry left, so it is impossible to launch a new round of sneak attacks on Captain Suzuki." Kawada Kunaki smiled again, with confidence in his triangular small eyes. "If you want to ambush, Shirakawa Jun thinks that China can mobilize so many troops. I am not afraid of the Chinese people in front of the ambush. On the contrary, I am afraid that they will not dare to ambush in front of the ambush."

Note 1: It is a fact that Mongolian horses are generally short, but not all horses produced in Mongolia are short. After the collapse of Tsarist Russia, many of the Don hippos brought by the Belarusians entered the Mongolian grasslands and mixed with the local Mongolian horses to form a new tall horse breed. The Uzhumuqin horse and the White-Cross Iron Hoof Horse among Mongolian horses are not short breeds themselves.

Note 2: Type 94 tank, a light tank widely used by the Japanese army during the invasion of China, with a total weight of 3.2 tons and a maximum speed of 40 kilometers per hour.
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