Chapter 3 Morning Star (Seven Downs)

"Enemy attack, enemy attack,." When the first war horse had just jumped over the ridge, the Japanese sentry in charge of guarding shouted, woke up by his screams, and the baggage soldiers who were gasping for breath in the carriage jumped up, grabbed the rifle and light machine gun from the carriage, and opened fire frantically at the herd of war horses that had leaped over the ridge one after another.

"Dadadada, dadadadadadadadadadadada." "Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping After all, they were the most elite Kanto army from the Japanese invaders. Their reaction was very fast. Unfortunately, the target was one thousand meters away from them and had been moving at a high speed. The bullets fired by the Japanese frantically either flew to a high altitude and were unknown where they were going, or hit the grass halfway up the mountain, with blue smoke splashing everywhere, but they didn't even touch a hair of the guerrillas.

The only function was to send the information about the surprise attack of the baggage team to the ears of other party members in the distance in time. When they heard violent shooting sounds suddenly burst out on the way, all the Japanese officers, including Kawada Kuniha, turned their heads together. The next moment, their mouths opened, their bodies stiffened, and their faces were as pale as snow.

Cavalry, countless Chinese cavalry, my god, where did they emerge? How could there be so many? Because the road turned a corner halfway, the Japanese officers could not see the situation of their own baggage team, but could clearly see the two rows of high-speed moving swords on the hillside, bright and cold, reflecting dazzling red in the sunset, like the bright teeth of beasts, pounced down from the hillside and headed straight to the throat of the prey.

"Bailout team, baggage team is attacked." The fastest-reacting Japanese lieutenant screamed loudly, pointing to the hills two kilometers away, and his body trembled like lotus leaves in the wind.

"The Chinese, where is the real goal of the Chinese." Several other Japanese officers returned their souls from the shock, shouted and shouted at the top of their lungs, and they were fooled. Everyone was fooled. The Chinese, the Chinese, from the beginning, had no intention of fighting with the imperial army. The cavalry was bait, and the infantry not far away were bait. They knew their strength very well. From the beginning, they set their sights on the weakest part of the newly formed Manchu-Mongolian Detachment, endured, waited, and then suddenly jumped out from behind the hills and opened their bloody mouths.

The above fours are opposite the lower fours.

Use cavalry against infantry.

And he suddenly launched an attack from close range.

"Chinese, Chinese, cavalry, cavalry, all cavalry." More and more officers woke up from the shock and gathered with Kyohara Kawada, speaking incoherently.

The smoke and dust brought by the Chinese cavalry rushing down the hillside at high speed two kilometers away became thicker and thicker, and in a blink of an eye it became blocking the sky and the sun. It seemed that there was a battalion in the scale, but the baggage guarding the carriage under the hillside was only half a squadron, and they pushed the carriage for most of the day, each exhausted.

Under the anticipated gaze of the Japanese officers, Kōaki Kawada was the last one to recover his mind. He pushed away the officer closest to him, walked a few steps to the heights, raised his telescope and looked at the hillside where the cavalry appeared, as if he didn't believe everyone's eyes, and then suddenly dropped the telescope and rushed to the heavy machine gun position. Halfway through, he pushed away a person who tried to come forward to hug him, and stumbled towards the artillery, and suddenly staggered a few meters away. He held the tube of the 92 infantry cannon with both hands, opened his mouth, and "wow" to spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the artillery captain Ono Haruhei, who ran forward to try to support him, was spitting red.

"Kun Kawata,,." Artillery Captain Haruhei Ono hugged Kawata Kiyosaki's waist and regretted it. It would have been great if he had just persisted. At that time, he forced the troops back, and he might have time to fight side by side with the baggage team. Now, it only takes one minute at most to step on the baggage team's head to stare at. On his side, even if he drops heavy machine guns and cannons and advances lightly, it will take at least ten minutes to get fire with the Chinese cavalry.

"Turn the muzzle and the muzzle back, fire, fire intercept." Kawada Kunaki struggled to push Haruhei Ono away, gasping for orders, "Hurry up, as soon as possible, most of the baggage troops were taken away by Staff Shirakawa. The remaining people could not be able to stop the Chinese cavalry."

"Hiyi, Hiyi, Kawada, please don't worry, I'll adjust the artillery now." Haruhei Ono looked desperate, but he did not dare to refute Kawada's Kyoto Akira's life, so as not to make the opponent die. Although the Type 92 infantry infantry cannon is easy to adjust, its maximum range is only 2,800 meters, and there is a hill that is neither high nor short in the middle. He can't guarantee that the shell will fall on whom.

"Go, go quickly, don't worry about me, go quickly." But Kan Akira Kawada regarded the two 92 infantry cannons as life-saving straws, and pushed Haruhei Ono hard and urged loudly, "There is time to explain to me. You have already adjusted the muzzle. Hurry up, don't delay any more. Lieutenant Oda is looking forward to you in the baggage team."

"Hiyi, Hiyi." Haruhei Ono agreed repeatedly, squatted down and adjusted the artillery bracket with his own hands. Taking advantage of the busy artillery soldiers, Kōaki Kawada took a deep breath, turned his head to other Japanese officers, and shouted, "The first squadron left behind the protection artillery, and everyone else ran back to support. Hurry up, the imperial warriors in the baggage team will be able to hold on until you rush back, and you will definitely be able to."

"Hiyi." The devil officers who were unruly destined to lead their subordinates to turn around and run down the hillside, two thousand meters at full speed, would take about ten minutes. Kawatanakasa was right. No matter how bad the soldiers in the baggage team were, they were also soldiers of the Kanto Army and the first-class elite of the Japanese Empire. They would definitely be able to persevere until the arrival of reinforcements, and they must persevere until the arrival of reinforcements.

The baggage squadron was indeed striving to persevere, from one thousand meters to eight hundred meters, and from eight hundred meters to six hundred meters, five hundred meters and four hundred meters. In just half a minute, each rifle fired at least five bullets. The two light machine guns left in the team also made the barrel hot, and wisps of blue smoke came out of the cover of the radiator cloth, (Note 1)

However, the effect of these efforts is still very little. The precise range of the rifle and the visual ability of the human eye are limited. Fire at a moving target five hundred meters away depends entirely on luck. Although the precise range of the light machine gun is far greater than that of the rifle, it is also a dream to block the fan surface of nearly 300 meters with two machine guns. What's more, the smoke and dust brought by the war horses running at high speed makes the entire cavalry team wrapped in a green cloud. Even if the machine gun bullets occasionally cover a target, the shooters cannot see their own results. Instead, they become more and more anxious and less rhythmic as they fight. (Note 2)

"Bastard, aim a little, aim a little, slope, pay attention to slope." Oda Takashi, the head of the baggage team, had a pale face, pushed a main shooter away, and took the trick himself, "Dada, dadada, dadada." The bullets he shot were clearly rhythmic, but there was no effect. The cavalry on the opposite side did not stop and refused to shoot and fired back. They just hid their bodies in the smoke and dust, and continued to accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, and the sound of horse hooves rumbling like thunder.

"Concentration, everyone is concentrating on me, stopping the front, concentrate firepower to stop the front, bastard, who told you to stop, shoot, continue shooting." Oda Takashi continued to shoot wildly while shouting.

"We, we have done our best, we have done our best." Not far away from him, several Japanese soldiers responded with a crying voice. The cavalry on the opposite side was less than 200 meters away from the carriage, and the horse's hooves kept hitting the ground, causing the trembling feeling and terror. They were sent from the soles of their feet into the hearts of the Japanese, which scared the Japanese soldiers' faces and their movements were stiff. The bullets were one by one, and they became less accurate.

"Bastard, coward, everyone will be killed by you." Squadron leader Takashi Oda was cursing, standing up with a light machine gun, ready to use himself as a model to encourage the morale of the whole team. Unexpectedly, a "click" suddenly came from his ear, and the crooked handle in his hand was beaten and no firepower could be ejected.

"Bullets, load the bullets for me." With years of combat experience, Oda Takuma judged that it was because the deputy shooter did not replenish the machine gun in time. He lowered his head and spoke in a harsh voice. The deputy shooter holding more than a dozen magazines in both hands stood up tremblingly, and shiveredly stuffed the magazines into the machine gun's ammunition bucket, but he could not put the magazines in the appropriate position. A lot of them fell off on the grass beside him.

Not only was the deputy shooter's claws numb, but the sound of rifles around Oda Takashi also became sparse. Facing hundreds of war horses that were crushed at high speed and were almost at hand, even the most courageous Japanese soldiers could not remain calm. Some of the less courageous ones simply threw the rifle to the ground, turned around and fled, regardless of whether they would be executed in public in the future if they did this.

"Bastard, no one is allowed to run, no one is allowed to run, put it on me, put it on bayonets." Squadron leader Masato Oda cried loudly, but he did not get any support. He used the bayonet to force the cavalry. This is something that only madmen would do. There has never been such a tactic in the infantry exercises, and the Japanese soldiers have never been exposed to related tutorials.

"It's time to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor." Seeing more and more people joining the escape team, Masato Oda dropped the crooked handle without bullets, pulled out the command knife, and faced the white war horse rushing in front. The smoke and dust had already covered the entire position. Because of distance, he could see his target more clearly. He was a Chinese man in his twenties with a dark complexion. The back of his right hand holding the knife was covered with ugly scars.

"This is a veteran." Squadron leader Masato Oda made a quick judgment, and then he found himself flying high, crossing the ears of the big white horse, crossing the gray cloth military cap of the black-faced Chinese, crossing the low hills, and taking in the beautiful earth.

As his eyes solidified, he saw a headless body whirling behind the war horse, one, two, three, and one thunderous.

Note 1: Due to the lack of industrial strength, the Japanese machine guns generally have poor heat dissipation effects, especially the crooked handles, which can easily burn the shooter during continuous shooting. Therefore, a layer of anti-scalding canvas is usually placed outside the heat sink, which causes the canvas to smoke first after the barrel heats up.
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