Chapter 3 Morning Star (Eight)

Zhang Songling on the back of the big white horse didn't even look at it, and the blade slashed directly at the next opponent, which was a Japanese sergeant with short legs, wide shoulders and thin neck. He ran like a wild duck while laying eggs. According to Zhao Tianlong's usual skills, Zhang Songling quickly retracted his wrist when the saber came into contact with the Japanese back. The sharp blade was pressed against the Japanese shoulder blade, and it was applied from the right shoulder to the right arm. The flesh was less than half an inch, but the blade was more than two feet long. The Japanese sergeant screamed, and blood splashed half a foot high like a fountain, and then immediately fell to the ground like a crop hit by hail, dying.

The second person he caught up with was a communications soldier, carrying a square marching bag, dodging left and right. Zhang Songling impatiently shook the reins. The big white horse received the order and quickly kicked the Japanese soldier on the back. The square marching bag was kicked out with two huge horse hoof marks. The Japanese communications soldier spewed a mouthful of blood from his mouth and staggered. Zhang Songling ran past him with a knife, cleanly wiped his neck artery and trachea into two sections.

The third person blocked the big white horse's hooves was a Japanese chief Cao. He found that his legs could not run four legs anyway. The man decisively rushed forward several steps and raised his rifle against the cart. Before he could pull the bolt, Zhang Songling had already chased him. He first slapped the gun with one forehand, then pulled it back with one backhand, and opened a transparent hole in the Japanese left face, directly revealing the teeth and tongue inside.

"Wuwuwu." The Japanese Chang Cao, who escaped the killing attack because he was too short, made a vague cry, holding up the rifle, blocking the left and right, Zhang Songling cut two more times, slashing the gun rod of the Type 38 rifle. He was very anxious and released the reins of the war horse with his left hand and took out the box cannon. The moment he twisted his body, he hugged the Japanese's forehead.

"Ting-pong Ping." Three consecutive bullets hit the Japanese sergeant's forehead one after another, directly smashing the man's head. The big white horse raised its front hooves and made a series of neighings, "Sigh, shit, shit, shit."

"Wow, oh, oh, oh, relax, relax." Zhang Songling had to lean down and comfort the war horses, and at the same time he completely lost the opportunity to chase the enemy. There were only seventy Japanese soldiers who stayed at the foot of the hills to guard the carriages, while there were more than one hundred guerrillas following him. Because of the evacuation formation, the charge time was very short. Only four or five people were shot off the horse by the Japanese. Even if the rest were slightly injured, they insisted on not falling off the horse's back. They rushed to the vicinity of the baggage. With the help of the high speed of the war horses running, they slashed the Cossack saber in their hands and cut the Japanese soldiers who were trying to resist in rows like crops.

"Kill." Xiao Zou led the guerrilla cavalry to run over the heads of several Japanese soldiers. The Cossack sabers turned their wrists downwards, like a row of high-speed moving plows. This is Professor Zhao Tianlong's unique secret, which is the most labor-saving and suitable for light cavalry to charge in line. The Japanese soldiers who were wiping the blade fell down one after another. Each of them had a huge wound. The strength and plasma of their bodies were quickly pulled away along the wound. However, the Japanese soldiers could not die immediately and rolled back and forth in the pool of blood in pain.

Several Japanese soldiers who had no time to escape were leaning against a carriage under the organization of a sergeant and fought with bayonets. The Type 38 rifle was 1.3 meters long, and nearly 40 centimeters of bayonets were enough to serve as a spear. They only faced the war horse with a shoulder height of 1.5 meters. The spear of 1.7 meters still seemed a little shorter. The guerrillas just slashed a few randomly, and then slashed the Japanese soldiers' spear formation into pieces, then slashed the horses, and quickly killed these stubborn guys.

A famous Japanese officer jumped onto a big cart and waved his officer's sword to send a one-on-one invitation to Xiao Zou. This action caused a lot of laughter. The guerrillas were not an ancient army and were not interested in showing any personal courage. Several guerrillas rode their horses and ran past the cart one after another. The Japanese officer was beaten like a top and was beaten to death, bleeding all over, and fell down with a scream.

"Ula, Ula--" The Russian International Battalion led by Leon Jr. also came to the front of the convoy. The traditional Russian military method was used, and the sabre was raised high and slashed hard, giving full play to the advantages of the Russians' height and arms length. When they caught up with the Japanese, they would either cut off half of their heads slantedly, or cut off from their shoulders to their backs, splitting and dying in disgrace.

It took only a few seconds before and there were no standing supplies near the carriage. Several Japanese who claimed to be smart got under the carriage and lay on the ground and shot out. However, they soon discovered how stupid their thoughts were. There were chaotic horse hooves on both sides of the carriage. Bullets were shot against the ground from under the carriage, which was impossible to hurt the cavalry at all. Instead, they attracted the attention of the guerrillas. They raised the Cossack sabre and cut off the harness that was placed on the horse. The large carriage filled with arms lost balance instantly and pulled back with a "boom". The Japanese hiding under the carriage were either pressed into meat pie by the second half of the carriage, or exposed to the guerrillas because of the rapid rise of the first half of the carriage. They were chopped at the same time by seven or eight sabres, screaming and turning into piles of minced meat.

"可,可,可—" Three or two Japanese deserters who had run more than fifty meters away were unwilling to fail. They turned around and shot cold guns at the guerrillas in a standard half-kneeling posture. A yellow-bearded and gray-eyed international battalion soldier was shot and died. More than 20 international battalion soldiers rushed towards the Japanese who were shooting at the same time.

"Bo,." The Japanese pulled the gun bolt again and knocked a soldier who rushed over to the mount. However, they never had the chance to fire the third shot. At a distance of fifty meters, the horse's hooves were only three seconds. The horse's hooves, which were as big as a bowl, stepped on the Japanese's chest and directly stepped on them into balls of meat paste.

The remaining Japanese did not dare to resist stubbornly, spread their legs and fled in all directions. Several Belarusian soldiers from the international battalion were about to chase after them, and suddenly two sharp whistles came from their ears. Then, two shells landed on the hillside where everyone had just rushed down, splashing smoke and dust.

"Boom, boom." "Boom, boom." The Japanese shells continued to bombard the wildly like demonstrations, blowing out ugly bomb craters on the hillside.
Chapter completed!