Chapter 5: The Innocent (Nine Part 1)

"Save the brigade commander, save the brigade commander quickly." The two puppet commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu were frightened and led their respective confidants to chase each other hard, and they would definitely not have the opportunity to block Ruyunlong and others again, but the most important thing at this moment is to express an attitude. Otherwise, once the Japanese hold Shi Lanbin responsible for being killed, one of them would have to be pulled out as a scapegoat.

When people are very nervous, they are very likely to follow blindly. Seeing two regiment commanders and their confidants chasing the guerrillas, the other puppet troops who were unruly and without even thinking about it, they turned their horses one after another. In an instant, the battlefield, which was originally a mess, became clearer.

The pseudo-major brigade commander Shi Lanbin fled in panic. Zhang Songling rode the Oriental White Dragon Horse and chased a horse-title and ponytail. Following behind and on both sides were the confidant soldiers raised by Shi Lanbin. They were so nervous that their eyes were blazing fire, and the blue veins on their foreheads jumped high.

The guerrilla cavalry who were blocked by Shi Lanbin's confidant death soldiers were only 60 people left. They all leaned their heads behind the horse's neck to reduce the risk of being hit by stray bullets. Some puppet troops chased each other too quickly and accidentally crashed into the wedge array. The guerrillas in the array quickly swung their swords and cut the man on the edge of the array, throwing them behind like grass clippings.

However, there were still puppet troops who continued to encircle the wedge array from both sides and behind, like moths flying into the flames. Under the leadership of two puppet regiment commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu, most puppet troops completely lost their ability to think independently and were drifting with the flow. The war horses under their crotch also completed the body to the wild herbivorous instinct inherited from their bloodlines. The more dense the companions, the more they had to move closer, especially those war horses that were physically damaged but not enough to be fatal, ran the most crazy, as if there was a group of hunting wolves chasing themselves behind them. Following the brigade and not being the last one was the last hope of escaping.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, stop quickly, stop." Not all the people riding on horseback have become idiots and fools. It is rare for the Japanese instructors who were stationed in the security brigade to remain calm at this moment. They knew in their hearts that if Shi Lanbin did not take the lead in escaping, even if the guerrilla cavalry could drill through the formation of the security brigade, they would hit the guerrillas's supervision team arranged in advance behind the security brigade. There were more than 100 elite soldiers and four heavy machine guns there, which could instantly give Iriy Yunlong and others a blow, completely block their way, and knock their bodies into a sieve. Now, the puppet troops who rushed forward to chase Shi Lanbin would become the guerrillas' flesh shields. If the Japanese army on the second interception line fired, most of the bullets would fall directly on them.

No one was willing to stop and obey their orders. The chaotic sound of horse hooves was like thunder, swallowing all the noises on the battlefield in a yellow-green torrent. The cavalry of both sides of the war became part of this torrent. The crest at the forefront was exactly the pseudo-major brigade commander Shi Lanbin himself.

Thousands of war horses ran wildly in one direction, with earth-shaking momentum. Less than 30 meters in front of Shi Lanbin's horse, the Japanese Lieutenant Nosuke Sato's face turned pale and his arms were dancing up and down. Two seconds ago, he also expressed the relaxed attitude of watching the fun. He watched two groups of "stupid Chinese" kill each other outside the battle group. But now, he found that he had changed from a bystander to a participant. Not only did he block the cavalry of the Eighth Route, but he also had to withstand Shi Lanbin's security brigade. The latter's war horses under his crotch could not tell who was the Communist guerrillas and the Japanese Imperial Army. Once they were rushed to their side, the more than 100 soldiers in the supervision team did not even have the chance to escape.

"Stop, stop quickly." Following Sato Nosuke, dozens of Japanese soldiers shouted in unison. They were arranged to have two tasks here. The first main task was to supervise the battle and kill the puppet troops who dared to escape in the battle. The second secondary and almost impossible task was to form a temporary interception line in case some of the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army could drill the security brigade through. Now, the two tasks actually appeared in front of them at the same time, which suddenly made them at a loss.

The one who escaped first was Shi Lanbin, the major general brigade commander. The Japanese in the supervision team had the right to kill the puppet army that escaped in the battle, but they did not have the right to kill a major general brigade commander. Although deep in the hearts of the Japanese, the major general brigade commander was also a pug.

"Stop, stop, stop, if I don't stop, I will shoot." Looking at the war horses getting closer and closer, Sato Nosuke's shouting had changed. He dared not order the fire. Even Kawada Kunaki himself was present, he still needed to hesitate. In terms of military rank, Kawada Kunaki was just a junior, and it was still a long way from the major general.

It was said that it was fast, and it was thirty meters away. For the sprinting horse, it took only two and a half seconds. Before Sato Nosuke made a decisive decision, Shi Lanbin's mount had already rushed to the sky. Four horse hooves with the size of a bowl jumped into the air and jumped over his head with the owner on his back.

"Help me block him," the man had already reached behind the Japanese soldiers, and Shi Lanbin's call for help came into Sato Nosuke's ears. The latter opened his mouth wide and tried to issue an order, but suddenly he saw a guy wearing a lieutenant uniform on the ground. He was stepped on under his hooves by a pink Oriental horse, his ribs inserted into his chest, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

‘Is that me?’ In the air, Sato Nosuke's soul was blown away by the wind. Together with the souls of other Japanese soldiers, it scattered into a breeze, floating, crossing the vast fields, crossing the continuous mountains, and returning to the port when they set out, where more Japanese soldiers bid farewell to their families and set foot on the troop transport ship, and never look back alive in their lives.

A Japanese soldier who lay down the machine gun jumped up, turned around and ran away. There was no time. The white dragon horse under Zhang Songling's crotch stepped on him without hesitation. Where the horse's hooves fell, blood and flesh splattered, and the tendons and bones were broken.

More war horses roared, and the iron palms under the four hooves were shining, "Doway, dodge, quickly,." The "Shi Family Minister" who was chasing close to Zhang Songling and behind the horse shouted loudly, and also directly hit the Japanese supervising team, for fear of being investigated later. Most of the servants tried their best to pull up their horse's heads at the last moment of colliding with the Japanese soldiers, so that the mount could not complete such profound movements because of their poor riding skills. The war horse under their crotch, like Zhang Songling's white dragon horse, stepped directly from the Japanese soldiers' body, and stepped on the latter into bloody corpses.

In an instant, the Japanese soldiers' supervision team was stepped out of a huge gap by the horse's hooves, and blood flowed into a river. However, more war horses rushed over and widened the gap, knocking the Japanese soldiers who could not dodge one by one and flew into the air, then fell back to the ground, and were trampled into pieces of meat by the war horses.

The Japanese soldiers near the gap were all frightened. No matter whether there were war horses rushing towards them or not, they did not dare to delay any further. They turned their heads and fled to both wings. At this critical moment, if anyone stayed at his post, he would be seeking death. Even if he could shoot one or two war horses, he would not be able to block the rumbling torrent. Moreover, after the war horse was hit, it would not fall down immediately. If he was hit by a half-ton body with inertia, it would still cause the Japanese soldiers to pieces.

The Yunlong rode a yellow-fat horse and rushed over without any obstacles. The guerrilla wedge array also passed by the gap. The two puppet army commanders Zhang Jinbao and Yang Yaozu were stunned and allowed the war horses under their crotch to carry themselves to chase Yunlong. Their brains could no longer think. Hundreds of frightened puppet troops also stepped on the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, their mouths wide open, and their eyes were as stiff as the two regiment commanders.

In their stiff eyes, Major General Brigade Commander Shi Lanbin was crying without tears. The big black man behind him almost pushed the box cannon on his back, but the bullets were always missed. Except for several shallow scars on his shoulders and scalp, none of them hit him in the vital light. But Shi Lanbin would rather have been shot to death by the big black man behind him long ago. In that case, at least he died a little like a human, rather than being tortured by the special high school class of the Kwantung Army.

He escaped at the last minute and deliberately led the Eighth Route Army to attack the Japanese Imperial Army. Any of these two charges were enough to kill him. If it was possible to turn back time, Shi Lanbin even hoped that the Japanese supervising team had just shot at him decisively and smashed his chest. The body of the fat black man who was extremely insidious behind him was sieve. From the beginning, this person had been sure of all his reactions, so he did not aim at the vital point and fired, but drove himself to realize his insidious plot.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadada" It seemed as if he heard the deepest cry of Shi Lanbin's heart. Behind him, a machine gun finally fired, and sprayed a string of revenge bullets at the cavalry rushing forward. At least three guerrillas behind Yunlong were hit, fell from the back of the mount, and were trampled into meat mud by the horses rushing up behind him. However, more of the puppet troops who died under the machine gun were those who had completely numb their souls. Compared with the guerrillas, their formation section was wider and their personnel were denser. Even if the Japanese soldiers aimed at the guerrillas from the side and rear to fire, they were the ones who hit the guerrillas first, not to mention that the Japanese soldiers were all red in their eyes at this moment, and they did not distinguish between enemies and us when they fired.

"Boom." The puppet soldiers who were gunned behind them stopped slightly, and then fled like frightened flies. Now, the Japanese soldiers in the supervision team were unable to aim carefully. Several light and heavy machine guns interlaced and spewed out fire snakes, but most of them were their own dog legs, and the sarcasm was everywhere.

"Bastard, trash, I didn't shoot just now, what's the use of shooting now?" In a command car that rushed over, Kawada Kunihara cursed. Almost the next moment when Shi Lanbin turned around and escaped, he keenly felt that the situation was about to break out of his control. He immediately ordered the change of tactics and ordered all the cars that had previously detoured behind the guerrillas to turn directions, and together with the supervisor team that formed the second interception line, they would strangle the prey that was trying to break through the net. However, the cavalry battle was different from infantry after all. The changes on the battlefield were like lightning, with only five or six seconds in front and back. His orders had no chance to be delivered. The defense line of the supervisor team had been "jointly" by the guerrillas and the puppet troops.
Chapter completed!