Chapter 5: The Innocent (Eight)

"Give the red flag; I'll raise it up." Zhao Tianlong jumped onto a low mound, turned his head and roared behind him. The yellow-fat horse had been dyed pink by blood, and the blood on his body was also dripping down. I don't know which blood belongs to him and which blood belongs to the enemy.

"Yes!" The correspondent Xiao Lu agreed loudly, raising a red flag with force. The battle flag that was already wet with blood weighed at least five or six pounds, but he raised it in front of him with one arm without any trembling.

Zhang Songling, Lieang, Xiao Zou, Lao Xu, Has, Batu and other guerrillas rode their horses to gather under the battlefield one after another. Everyone was as red as they had just been caught from the sea of ​​blood, but none of them fell behind. They automatically took Zhao Tianlong as the core to form a slender wedge-shaped shape, and the sharp edge was facing them. They were officially dozens of times more involved with their invaders and their lackeys not far away.

Warriors rushed up from the hillside and joined the attack array. Most of them were colored, and blood flowed down the military uniform that could no longer be seen. The saber in the hands of people had been cut into saws, and the blades were covered with gaps of various sizes. However, no one said words to retreat, and his eyes were full of sincerity when he looked at Hongqi.

"We have to rush a few more times." While everyone was adjusting their formation, Zhao Tianlong discussed with several guerrilla cadres around him. "According to the current progress, the Japanese can reach the market entrance in at most half an hour. I guess those vendors can't go too far."

"Run, just rush." ​​The battalion commander of the international battalion responded without caring. The six months since he joined the guerrillas were the happiest time in his life. He ate full and slept steadily, and he no longer had to worry about being shot from behind when he went out during the day.

"Master Long, what do you think, let's follow. At worst, we can give it to the 200 pounds here. Anyway, I'll kill enough money." The Mongol Has also shook his fat head and agreed indifferently. He was originally the leader of a horse thief under Huang Huzi. He failed to attack the guerrilla camp last time. Because of his injury, Huang Huzi was thrown into a stinky river ditch. The guerrillas picked him up from the sewage and he worked hard to cure it. The people in the martial arts world were polite. Therefore, since then, he sold his life to the guerrillas and didn't care when they were lost.

"Captain Zhao, just give the order."

"Yes, let's kill you today."

Other cadres and soldiers spoke one after another, hoping that Zhao Tianlong's head would be the only one. From the moment they received the task, everyone understood that this battle might be the last of their lives. They used 123 cavalrymen to intercept 2,000 Japanese and puppet troops, and they could not see any hope of victory. However, thinking that countless people would escape from the danger because of their death, everyone felt at ease. Death on the way to charge was not the glory of the cavalry? Since they were wearing this military uniform, who would be greedy for eternity?

Seeing that everyone agreed to his proposal, Zhao Tianlong quickly turned his attention to Zhang Songling, "Fatty, how should we rush this time?"

When it comes to taking the lead in charging and boosting morale, Zhao Tianlong is undoubtedly the best candidate in the entire guerrilla team, but if you grasp the opportunity and attack the enemy's key points, you have to rely on Zhang Songling, a former Kuomintang officer. After all, he has received relatively formal military training and is unparalleled in combat experience with the Japanese.

"This time we will change our approach and give the Japanese a fresh taste." Zhang Songling quickly looked at the slowly moving Japanese and puppet soldiers not far away, and responded loudly. In the first few rounds of battle today, he also adopted his suggestions, focusing on harassment and entanglement, and not fighting with Japanese and puppet soldiers head-on. This tactic greatly reduced the loss of the guerrillas' own force, but the results were not satisfactory. After delaying some time in the first few rounds of battle, the cunning Japanese commander Kawada Kunihara quickly realized that it had been discovered by the cunning Japanese commander Kawata Kyohara quickly. The guerrillas' real attempt and adjusted their response strategies in time. Whenever Zhao Tianlong led the guerrillas to approach, they would send the superior puppet cavalry forward to intercept them. The Japanese devils sitting in the car took the opportunity to use the car to detour the guerrillas' wings, resulting in the guerrillas' attacks being only absent in order not to be surrounded by the enemy. Although the puppet troops were cut into tears, the morale of the Japanese devils was not very big, and they could not fatally affect the speed of the Japanese and puppet troops' advance towards the Crescent Lake Market.

"Okay, just make arrangements." Zhao Tianlong never cared about leadership in his heart. He heard Zhang Songling say it affirmatively, and immediately nodded vigorously, "As long as he can trip the Japanese up."

"When we launch a charge, the Japanese will definitely let the puppet army be on the front. This time, we don't have to rush to get out, first." Zhang Songling recalled the reactions made by the Japanese invaders and the puppet army in the last two charges. His brains quickly turned, and no one was born general. The three things in war, mind, confidence and experience are very important. In him, the most undeficient are these three things, and they are much more than most grassroots officers on both sides of the enemy and us.

Under the coordination and command of the two squadron leaders, the formations of the guerrillas were quickly arranged intact. The yellow-fat horse under Zhao Tianlong raised his head and roared, and began to accelerate again. The entire wedge array also began to start steadily, from slow to fast, like a newly born phoenix, illuminating an elegant feather of flames on the green field.

The Japanese who were advancing towards Crescent Lake in a car immediately became nervous, and their palms began to sweat one by one. The puppet troops riding on horseback also stretched their bodies like a dead grasshopper, and secretly complained in their hearts, "Why are they still here? Are they not afraid of death? There are only a hundred people in total. Even if they have the ability, they can still fight against the sky!"

Influenced by the owner on his back, the puppet army's war horses stopped and hesitated. As the most intelligent domestic animals, the animal instincts left on them made them feel the risks they were about to face. The blood-colored phoenix rushing towards them was different from before. It soared faster, had greater murderous aura on its body, and had more resolute movements. If the war horses could make the decision, they would rather turn around and escape immediately. Only by escaping can they avoid the danger of being swept by the phoenix feathers. Only by escaping can they avoid being burned into a pitch-black ball.

However, the beast brought with him would never be able to control the owner on his back. Just as the puppet army on the horse would never be able to make decisions for the Japanese. The moment he found that the guerrillas rushed over again, Kawada Kunaki raised his saber high in the convertible command car, "The guard brigade, all of them will fight."

"Brothers, come here." Shi Lanbin, the commander of the Xing'an Security Brigade of the Puppet Manchukuo, was stunned for a moment and reluctantly pulled out the sabre, "Don't be afraid, there are many people here, nine of them will fight one."

"Nine fights one, nine fights one." The two puppet army commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu also raised their saber high and cheered up their morale loudly. Although the organization of a regiment is only 600, their total strength is still ten times that of the Eighth Route Cavalry. Even if they are tired, they can exhaust their opponents to death. Moreover, behind them, there is a large group of Japanese troops armed to the teeth. As long as they can persist in the car's detour, they have hope to catch turtles in the jar for the Eighth Route cavalry.

"I just fought one of ten." The puppet soldiers muttered quietly in their hearts and activated their mounts weakly. Whether on horseback or stepping down, they were not enemies of the guerrillas. However, the Japanese supervising team had already raised their guns. At this critical moment, anyone who lost the chain would be executed on the spot.

Anyway, it was a death, and he might have escaped by chance. Everyone survived the previous rounds of battles. After all, they were still a minority. With the idea of ​​not rushing to the forefront, the puppet soldiers rushed towards the red flag, rushing and raising courage with each other with shouts, "Grandma, I don't believe this evil."

"If there are too many ants, I will kill the elephant. I don't believe that the Eighth Route Army will be beaten by iron."

"That's right, everyone is standing side by side, one by one, chopping the Yunlong into meat sauce."

"On side by side, side by side."

Although the shouting sound was fierce, their speed of fighting was as slow as a group of turtles. When Nakasa Oshiki, who was sitting in the command car, saw it, frowned and wanted to order the supervisory team to open fire. Before he could raise the command knife, Kawada Kunaki had already pressed his arm tightly, "Oshiki, don't worry, let them go. This kind of low-level consumable is not expected."

"Consumables," Okata was stunned for the last time, and his eyes were full of questions when he looked at Kōaki Kawada.

"If you die more of this kind of thing, the soldiers of the empire will suffer less." Kawada Kunaki shrugged with contempt, "Anyway, no matter how slow they are, they always have to contact the guerrillas. No matter how capable I can, I will rush down one round after another, and my physical strength will be exhausted."

"Yeah." Ota nodded in admiration for the last time. He found that his experience was still a bit bad and his heart was not cold enough. The guards were guarding the army? Since a regiment had only 600 personnel, it means that the Kanto Army headquarters did not regard them as soldiers. Just as Kawada Kuroaki said, they were actually consumables, consumed with the Anti-Japanese United Army and the endless rebels from all over the country. Anyway, if they were consumed, they were all the blood of the Chinese. The Japanese Empire just saved their elites, waited for opportunities, and reaped the benefits of the fisherman.
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