Chapter 5: The Little Child (16)

The sound of horse hooves, against the overwhelming sound of cannons, was as subtle as mulberry silkworms gnawing on leaves. Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong led their brothers to gallop and leave the battlefield at the fastest speed.

When the cannon sound stopped, the Japanese will launch the sixth attack tonight. This time, Kawada Kunaki no longer wanted to use the puppet army as cannon fodder to save troops, and the guerrilla soldiers behind the two were exhausted. No matter how much the price they paid, they would never be able to repel the Japanese again.

"If I choose to use the advantage of familiar terrain tonight to confuse it repeatedly, it should be able to achieve the effect of delaying the Japanese. In that case, the guerrillas' sacrifice may not be so great." When the last count of the number of people, Zhang Songling suddenly felt a little sad. The guerrillas' losses were too heavy. Even if they could protect the industries and people around the old camp and the old camp, it would be difficult to restore to the state they were in yesterday's military parade within at least one year. After the "heroes" around them found that the guerrillas had been damaged, their attitude would definitely change greatly again.

There are many things to be summarized in this battle. However, it is not the time to summarize and review the gains and losses of tactics. The brothers have not yet completely escaped from danger. No matter how sad Zhang Songling felt, he must first raise all his energy to lead everyone away from the battlefield and pass on the remaining fire of the guerrillas. It is not easy for the old captain to accumulate this little family fortune. It is not easy for the Jin-Cha-Hebei Border Region to persist in laying a nail so far outside the Great Wall. As long as this nail exists for one day, the little Japanese cannot announce that they have completed the assimilation of the Dongmeng Grassland. Bai Yin and Baolige, the local princes who are used to obeying the strong, will never put all their bets on the broken ship destined to sink.

"Come on, pay attention to the physical strength of the mount, and don't delay when it's time to rotate." Thinking of this, Zhang Songling gently tightened the reins of the big white horse and turned around to remind everyone.

It was almost a kilometer away from the position, and the Japanese's artillery bombardment had not yet ended. They seemed to have tried to completely flatten the guerrillas where they had just been hiding, in order to vent their anger and unwillingness.

"These group of madmen." Zhang Songling frowned and cursed in a low voice. Suddenly, he felt his scalp numb, and a sequential intention surged from the bottom of his heart to the roots. "Bo, Bo, Bo." With the instinct formed by rolling on the edge of death many times, he quickly pulled out the box cannon and swept across a certain position behind his body. Then, he kowtowed his legs hard on the horse's belly, "Speed ​​up, don't look back, there are enemies nearby."

"Ga." The guerrillas couldn't see clearly what was hidden in Zhang Songling's shot, but they chose to trust them habitually, lying their bodies behind the horse's neck, and kicking the stirrups with both legs hard. From noon to now, the war horse, whose physical strength had dropped very much, was still unwilling to let down the trust of their master in a critical moment. The four hooves soared into the air and rushed to the darkness in the distance like the wind.

"Chir, chirp, chirp, chirp,." "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp,." "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp,." The 38th gun bullets roared and flew past a few meters behind the guerrillas, causing grass chips to splash on the ground, but did not hurt the players at all. It was too fast. The speed of the war horses sprinted was as high as more than 30 meters per second. They shot from more than 100 meters behind the side. Even Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling could not guarantee that they could hit the target. Moreover, this was already outside the working range of the flares. With the moonlight and starlight above their heads, the naked eye could only see the general outline of the target clearly, and there was no chance to accurately aim.

"可,可,可." "可,可,可." Zhao Tianlong turned his head angrily, broke the back side by side with Zhang Songling, and two box cannons fired left and right, firing at the enemy hidden in the darkness. The distance was so far that he was completely relying on his intuition to blindly see the specific position of the enemy, and he didn't know which ghost the other party was.

"Chir, chirp, chirp, chirp,." "chill, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp." "chillp, chirp, chirp, chirp." The box cannon and the 38 gun were coming and going in the dark, and the distance between them was quickly pulled away. After only five or six seconds, both sides were outside the accurate range of the weapon.

Seeing that the opponent had no intention of catching up, Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, inserted the box cannon back to their waists, and followed their teams and left the enemy in the grass with only the grass clippings and smoke and dust brought by the horse's hooves.

"Bagatne." Two Japanese machine gunners cursed while pulling the trigger frantically.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada" bullet chased the guerrillas' back, which was on the verge of disappearing. No one could see clearly what the specific effect was. "Baga, what kind of hero is the one who runs away after the attack." The Japanese machine gunner cursed a few more times, and was about to chase the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves and continued to fire, but everyone was hit hard on the butt.

"Okay." Shirakawa Shiro, who was full of resentment, put away his leather boots from his subordinate's buttocks and scolded in a low voice, "What have you been doing? The Tujiao Route Army has run so far before it has prepared the machine gun. If the Imperial soldiers were like you two, they would have been driven back to their hometown by the Tujiao Route Army."

"Hiyi, the lesson of the sir, we are not good at training, please deal with it." The two main gun shooters of the Japanese machine gun who were kicked did not dare to make a judgment. They jumped up from the weapon, bowed their waists like cooked shrimps, and touched them in black for more than half an hour. After paying the price of drowning several people, they saw hope of completing the task. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Tujia Route Army suddenly rode a horse and retreated from the position and ran directly from less than 200 meters in front of them.

In a hurry, the Japanese had no time to organize firepower reasonably. They relied on the habits they formed during normal training to fire randomly intercept them. But at this moment, they carried them with them and planned to block the guerrilla retreat. The two light machine guns that were empty in ammunition boxes and had no effect at all.

If it were the two men who changed to Otashima or Kawata Kantaki, they would definitely beat the two machine gunners hard, at least they would have to slap them a few big things in the face to give them a long memory. However, Shirakawa Shiro's personal cultivation was far beyond the ability of the other two colleagues. He just shook his head and glanced at the two nervous machine gunners, and let them go disdainfully.

"Forget it, there is an old Chinese saying, "Return to the army, don't sway, they are already riding on horseback, there is no need to force them to fight to the death." While signaling the machine gunner to walk away, Shirakawa Shiro continued to shake his head gently, as if he had already seen the true thoughts of these guys under his command. "Besides, they are already at the end of their strength. Even if they run desperately, they can't run much farther. After all, the cavalry is a group of troops behind the times. Without supplementary feed, I don't believe that war horses can run better than cars."
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