Chapter 5: Pure Child (Eighth Middle School)

Red Beard is indeed not qualified to fight him. To be honest, the weight of both sides does not belong to the same level at all. The reason why the guerrillas could trip the Kawada brigade a big mistake last time was that they took advantage of Kawada Kōaki's first arrival. They did not understand the characteristics of the grassland terrain or the specific situation of the guerrillas. After more than half a year of dormancy, Kawada Kōaki has made up for both of the above shortcomings, so naturally they have increased their confidence a lot.

In addition, at the strategic level, Kawada Kiyoshi also believed that he had taken the initiative and had taken the initiative to take the initiative and stolen goods and fled. If he retreated with the goods, he would not have been able to retreat too quickly and too organized. If the guerrillas did not stay and fought against the Kawada Brigade, from then on, there would never be any vendors who dared to trade near Crescent Lake. The guerrillas would completely lose their source of supplies and money. If the guerrillas decided to stay and block, it would be exactly the same as his Kawada Kiyoshi's wishes. Ten times the enemy's strength, and he did not believe that he would fail.

But at this moment, the pseudo-major brigade commander Shi Lanbin, who was pushed out to fight the enemy, was not as relaxed as Kawada Guoa. Before he had a head-on contact with the guerrillas, the Imperial Army facing Zhao Tianlong had already begun to quietly push the horse's head to both sides. Although they were very careful in their movements, when most people made the same choice, looking at Shi Lanbin's position, the formation was a bit awkward. The originally oval array was like a group of dry donkey dung, and a clear hole was cracking from the middle. As the distance between the enemy and us continued to get closer, the hole was still tending to crack and grow bigger and bigger. It was only a little bit like the entire team split into two, allowing Zhao Tianlong and the eighth route behind him to cut to Shi Lanbin himself without any obstacles.

"Keep the formation and keep the formation." Without Shi Lanbin reminding, the Japanese instructors who were mixed in the team had already realized the danger. The combat will of the security brigade was too poor, and it was so bad that it was outrageous. If the gap in the middle of the team was not quickly closed, the Tu Eighth Route Cavalry would drive straight in. In that case, the large Japanese Imperial Army that was driving toward both sides of the Tu Eighth Route would have no effect. If they fired, the Manchu security team running on both sides of the battle group would definitely fall first. Only by killing them all, it would be the turn of Ruyunlong and others.

"Keep the formation and keep the formation and don't panic. There are many people here, eight times or eight times that of theirs." The two puppet army commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu also shouted loudly, trying to help the Japanese instructors with their strength. The effect of this was minimal. Even the puppet army closest to them refused to obey the orders, but used more obvious actions to push the horse head to both sides of the team. Everyone joined the army just to make a living, why bother to get a living? Besides, the Yunlong could be blocked by any crooked melon and cracked date? In the previous few fights, the security brigade did not have an absolute advantage in the military strength, but one time, the security brigade was not killed by someone, but could not even touch the hairs of others.

"Fire, shoot, stop them with a rifle." After all, he is a major general. The knowledge and battlefield grasp ability of the commander of the brigade Shi Lanbin is obviously higher than the two commanders under him. He quickly hides his body into the left side of the gradually separated team, and at the same time, he shouts a loud command, "Fire immediately, don't let them get close, fire."

"Fire, fire." The confidants who were guarding Shi Lanbin took out their rifles from under the saddle, and while repeating the orders of the brigade commander, pulling the trigger. They were hiding behind the crowd, of course, it was impossible for them to let the bullets fly out of arc and hit the Zhiyunlong two hundred meters away. However, this chaotic gunfire reminded other puppet soldiers after all. The puppet soldiers, who were about to tense up, quickly hung the sabers back on the saddle, raised their used cavalry rifles, "村", "村", "村" and "村" fired hundreds of bullets. The two guerrillas were dismissed, and there were seven or eight guerrillas obviously floating red smoke from their bodies. However, they did not have any counterattack. They continued to follow Zhiyunlong, leaned over, and tightened the horse's belly with their legs, and advanced, and advanced.

"Let's fire, keep on fire, why are you doing stand still? Hit me hard." The two puppet army commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu found that the guerrillas were beaten but not fighting back. They immediately felt an opportunity. They opened their voices and shouted louder than the other, "其, ." "其, ." "其, ." "其, ." The puppet soldiers were indeed continuing to shoot, trying to expand the results of the battle. However, the movements of the war horses were too bumpy. They had not put any effort into training, and they had no idea where the bullets they shot were going. Occasionally, one shot could not cause a devastating blow to the guerrillas. Instead, it made the charge faster and faster, and they wanted to kill them immediately.

"其," "其,." The gunshots are getting more and more sparse, and the shoddy 44-year-old riding rifle cannot be fired continuously, nor are they as accurate as the 38th Gaier. Most puppet soldiers have only two or three shots, and they have completely lost confidence in them. The Yunlong is less than a hundred meters away from them. If they don't replace the riding rifle with a saber, they will not even have the ability to parry. At this critical moment, the fool will continue to bow his head to pull the bolt, (Note 1)

The two armies hedge, and it only takes three to four seconds to 100 meters. Abandoning the gun and using a knife is definitely the right choice. Unfortunately, being able to figure it out is one thing, and being able to do it is another thing. Just as the puppet troops hung the 44-type guns under the saddle, Zhao Tianlong, who had been lowering his head and charging, suddenly straightened his waist from behind the Huang Feima's neck, and at the same time, he let out a silence, "kill." The man and the horse turned into a lightning bolt, and "boomed" and slashed into the puppet army's team.

"Kill." The war horses under the crotch of the guerrillas also accelerated suddenly, and the dense sound of horse hooves immediately turned into thunder. They followed behind Zhiyunlong and blew the enemies near the team to pieces.

At this moment, there were only about seventy people left in the entire wedge array, but they were like a sharp sickle, passing through the puppet army at high speed. Whether it was accidentally blocking directly in front of the wedge array or on both sides of the wedge array that had no time to avoid, the puppet army fell down like crops in the autumn fields. Wherever the "sickles" passed, red mist filled with screams.

The puppet army, who was lucky enough to be cut by a sickle, immediately pulled the reins tightly, pulled the head of the war horse directly over, fled to the two wings of its own team in panic. The crack that had been formed before quickly turned into two, three, and dozens, like the waves cut by a giant wheel, swaying toward the outside of the team. The more it dissipated, the more huge the wave marks became, the more shocking it became.

"Don't run away, block them, they dare not continue to rush inside."

"Don't run, coward, trash, bastard." The Japanese instructors mixed in the puppet army had no intention of enjoying this strange scene that had never been seen in a century on the battlefield. They were both ashamed and angry, raised their commanding swords and slashed around. They tried to use killing to force the cannon fodders to fight to the death. However, the cannon fodders were indifferent to the killing that was close at hand. They did not want to be harvested by the "sickles" and they circled around the Japanese instructors and continued to dodge far away, and no one was willing to continue making unnecessary sacrifices.

"Kill me!" After chopping down four or five puppet troops in succession, they could no longer turn the situation around. In awe, the Japanese instructors in the team finally went crazy. They actually pointed the sword in their hands and rushed towards Zhiyunlong, one, two, and three, like a moth to a flame.

"They are finished." Shi Lanbin, the brigade leader who was hiding in the deepest part of the left team, quickly closed his eyes. The Japanese instructor personally took the opportunity to fight the Yunlong because of despair. As soon as the two cavalry regiments of the security brigade were formed, they were inserted into the Kwantung Army headquarters. Although they never regarded the Imperial Army as a human being, they could not tolerate their efforts for several years and only cultivated a group of waste.

As the brigade commander, Shi Lanbin can understand the Japanese instructor's mood at the moment, but he never believed that the counterattacks of those instructors could receive any effect. The wedge array that had already rushed into speed was a perfect killing machine. Anyone holding a cold weapon in front of it could not escape the fate of being torn to pieces.

Sure enough, the first Japanese instructor who rushed to the front of the Ruyun Long horse turned into a corpse without even a single shot. Then, the second Japanese instructor pounced on him and raised his saber high at Ruyun Long, "Mom, Yaya, wahahah,." He made a series of desperate notes, trying to die with his opponent. Ruyun Long didn't even look at him, and directly swept the wide-backed steel knife in his hand forward. Two cold lights unexpectedly in the air When he encountered a "clang." He heard a "clang" sound, the saber in the Japanese instructor's hand turned into two pieces. The Japanese factory's bad habit of pursuing sharpness and ignoring the thickness of the blade when making weapons became the culprit to ruin the cavalry instructor. The broad-backed steel knife in Zhao Tianlong's hand swept through the middle of the saber without any effort, and then used the inertia of the war horse's sprint to sweep the Japanese instructor's neck, swept up an ugly head, and flew more than half a foot away with red smoke.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and was stepped on by several other war horses one after another, quickly turning into a pile of meat paste. Such a tragic scene made the third Japanese instructor who tried to be a chariot in a mantis arm to wake up instantly. He pulled the reins hard and wanted to avoid the guerrilla Fengying. He was close to forty meters per second. The difficulty coefficient of doing this dodge action was too great. Before his mount drifted into place, the wedge array had already whistled past him. I don’t know how many sabers hit him with inertia, cutting his body into pieces and blood and blood.

In front of the bloody lesson, the fourth and fifth Japanese instructors who tried to be a chariot quickly changed their course, pulled their mounts and joined the army that dodged on both sides. The Yunlong gently knocked the stirrups, and the yellow-fat horse under his crotch seemed to be human. He also chased the two Japanese instructors and changed directions. The entire wedge-shaped array quickly turned its head, turning from longitudinal to obliquely, sweeping to the left along the edge of the previously cut gap.

The Imperial Army, which could not be avoided, was immediately swept over a large area, with broken limbs all over the ground, and blood flowed into a river. The guerrilla cavalry with the dragon entering the clouds as the front was like a crazy dragon, roaring across the traitors, invincible.

A famous Japanese instructor was caught up from behind by Zhao Tianlong. He cut it down from between the two shoulder blades to the tailbone on the saddle. Because both sides were running at high speed, the depth of this knife was only half an inch, but the wound was two feet long. The steaming plasma was sprayed out against the blade, splashing the yellow-fat horse all over the body. The Japanese instructor's soul was quickly pulled away from the wound by the bull-headed horse face, and walked to the bottom of the eighteen-level hell in tears, and was doomed.

Another puppet army near the Japanese instructor scattered around like escaping the plague. No one was willing to join the unlucky instructor to welcome Yunlong's sword light. The left formation of the security brigade was completely in chaos. Many puppet army were hit by their own people during the escape, and then they were strapped into pieces of meat by other puppet army who were struggling to form horses.

"Damn it, why don't you die quickly?" The major general brigade commander who was hiding in the deepest part of the left army and surrounded by more than a hundred confidants whispered angrily. I don't know if he was scolding the Japanese cavalry instructor who was bitten by the guerrillas or scolding the group of waste under his command. According to past experience, this round of guerrillas' rush would have ended long ago. If it weren't for those Japanese instructors who were troublesome and annoyed Jiyunlong, the guerrillas would never have cut into the brigade's team so deep. In order to avoid being blocked by the Japanese troops in the car, they would quickly turn around and escape after succeeding in one blow, and then wander far away like wild wolves hunting deer, licking the wounds on their bodies while waiting for the next fighter plane.

As if he heard his curse, the last Japanese instructor who was staring at by the guerrillas fell from the horse's back screaming and turned into an incomplete corpse. Seeing this scene, Shi Lanbin and his confidants quietly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. No one wanted to organize troops to intercept Yunlong, so as not to cause more trouble for themselves.

As they wished, the wedge array of the guerrillas immediately began to turn around again after crushing the Japanese instructor, with a flexible and calm speed, as if entering a nobody's realm. However, the position of the turning point was slightly closer to Shi Lanbin, only about fifty meters. Although it was blocked by many war horses, Shi Lanbin still felt a chill behind his back.

"Damn it." Shi Lanbin cursed softly and quickly stabbed his head behind a fat man's subordinate. As the highest commander of the security brigade, he could hide deep into the crowd, but could not take the lead in retreating. Otherwise, even if he was not despised by his subordinates, he would be removed from office by the Japanese.

As the crowd of people shouted and horses neighed, Zhao Tianlong's ears suddenly moved, and his eyes swept towards Shi Lanbin's hiding place like a knife. Then, he pointed the blood-dripping steel knife to the left front. The tip of the knife was Shi Lanbin's forehead.

Note 1: The 144-year-old cavalry was modified by the 38th-large cavalry. Because the development ideas of the Japanese army at that time had decided to replace the cavalry with armored troops, the production of cavalry was very unattracted, resulting in many problems with this kind of gun. The later stages of the war, the worse the quality.
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