Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Thirteenth chapter)

"Cabinets, how could the cavalry run up the mountain?" Miji Murata, who graduated from Army University, had the least experience in actual combat and had the most panic reaction. He stood there stupidly, and could not make any moves for more than ten seconds.

Before fighting with the Chinese soldiers, he and Eryu's second-year intermediate officers had fully considered the power of the cavalry of the Black Stone Guerrillas. After being frustrated on the first day, they chose to pull the team up to the nameless earth mountain beneath their feet to prevent cavalry raids. According to their vision, even climbing up with bare hands would be exhausted, and it was impossible for war horses to charge with weight. However, who had expected that the cavalry of the Eighth Route of the Tujiao had simply solved all difficulties by using a diagonal cutting strategy.

The front slope is more than twenty degrees, and the slope of the diagonal cutting direction is far smaller than this number. As long as the distance of the diagonal line is long enough, the elevation angle required to overcome by the war horses rushing forward is less than five. What a simple math problem, he, a top student who graduated from Army University, did not expect that the Tubalu Road at the foot of the mountain would not even have any concept of slope, so he turned the steep hillside into a "flat ground" for war horses to gallop.

"Baga." A veteran of the Fifth Squad suddenly jumped to the ground from the trench behind Miji Murata, picked up a crooked light machine gun, and the big black man pulled the trigger at the yellow fat. "Dada, dadada, dadada, dadada" The bullet dragged a shrill scream through the smoke, but because the two sides were too far away and the target moved too fast, they all fell into the air. However, this series of gunfire made Captain Miji Murata instantly recover and ran a few steps. He jumped onto the ground, waved his arms and shouted loudly, "Concentrate firepower, concentrate firepower to intercept them, machine guns, all machine guns gathered together, kill them halfway."

"Machine gun, all machine guns concentrate their firepower and intercept them." Eryu, who was staggering forward, woke up like a dream the most, stopped and shouted loudly.

"Machine gunner, machine gunner, hurry up, quick, idiot, Baga, don't run away, just here, just raise the machine gun at this position." Hearing the instructions of his squadron leader, several Japanese squadron leaders who were trying to race against the war horses with two short legs immediately stopped, picked up the machine gunners under their command, and pushed them directly to the edge of the trench.

Machine guns are the nemesis of cavalry. No matter how fast the war horses run, they are not as fast as bullets. In the next moment, all the headless Japanese soldiers regained their minds one after another, rushed to the edge of the trench closest to them, and rushed to the scattered heavy machine guns, and shot a series of sinister bullets at the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army in the morning light.

"Dada, dadada, dadada, dadada" Amid the bean-like gunshots, more than a dozen war horses on the side near the Japanese position were full of eye-catching bodies, and their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they fell down with a bang. The rest of the war horses who were lucky enough to be unlucky continued to run wildly, following the leading Huangfa Horse, and would never stop as long as they were still breathing.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Four mortar shells came together and landed on both sides of a heavy machine gun, sending the Japanese main and deputy shooter and heavy machine gun into the air at the same time.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Immediately afterwards, four more guerrillas' Type 97 infantry striking their power. At a distance of less than 300 meters, they accurately fired a series of rapid shots, causing the Japanese in the trenches to run away with their heads and howls.

The elevation angle is 45 degrees to 85 degrees, the maximum range is more than 2,800 meters, the maximum shooting frequency can reach 30 rounds per minute, and there are almost no shooting dead spots. The super lightweight mortar carefully created by the Japanese finally gave them the taste of bombs falling like rain. In the trenches facing the side of the horses, shells fell one after another, and did not give the Japanese a new space to re-set the machine gun, let alone let them calmly aim.

Unable to aim calmly near the horse team, the Japanese soldiers had to retreat to the second best. They chased the horse team from a further distance through the smoke of gunpowder, and shot out rows of bullets, hitting one empty saddle-like war horse after another, but the speed of the entire horse team was not affected at all. The injured Tu Eighth Route Army jumped to another empty saddle-like war horse next to them at the first time. As long as the gunshot wound on their bodies was not fatal immediately, the survival instinct formed during the evolution of tens of thousands of years also made the war horse choose to continue to follow the brigade and never stop to become a drag on the entire tribe.

"Aim, aim at the black man in the front to fight, kill him, and kill him, the team can stop." Miji Murata stood at the highest point and had the most comprehensive understanding of the situation on the battlefield. He waved his arms and used all his strength to send a reminder again.

No one responded to his cry. The nervous rhythm of the battlefield made most Japanese soldiers unable to hear any sound. They stared at the herd of horses that were getting closer and closer to the trench but were getting farther and farther away from them, and pulled the trigger frantically.

"Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada" bullets hit the second half of the horse team like rainstorm, cutting off a whole row of the second half near the trench, and more than twenty war horses fell down in a woe. Four or five of them were carrying Eighth Route Army soldiers. The blood instantly gathered into a river and rolled down the hillside. The riders on other war horses leaned over, lowered their heads, and kept knocking on the horse's belly, pressing the speed of the mount to the limit, and rushing straight to the southeast corner of the position with thin troops.

"Kill, kill that big black man." Miji Murata's voice had completely changed. He snatched the crooked handle from the veteran around him, stood up straight and swept towards the yellow-fat horse. "Dada, dada, dadada, dadada" The bullet hit another pink horse on the side of the yellow-fat horse, splashing countless blood. Zhao Tianlong didn't even look at it, and continued to hold up the steel knife to guide the entire army.

"Woo, boom." A large cannonball slashed into the air and exploded around Miji Murata, blowing all objects within a radius of more than ten meters above the ground into powder.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." Su Zhishan Cannon finally adjusted its angle and began to clear the firepower points exposed by the Japanese. Because the distance between them was far, it was difficult for the shells to fall on the target's head. However, the characteristics of the explosives of Su Zhi's weapons were fully utilized. As long as the shrapnel was within the range of the impact of the shrapnel, even if a tiny scalp was exposed from the edge of the trench, after the torrent of steel and flames swept over, the Japanese soldiers lying on the edge of the trench could only have half of their heads left, and the remaining half of their heads and machine guns had already been swept away.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The smoke filled the gunpowder, and the front of the position turned into a world of blood and fire. The dark red smoke rolled, from west to east, and from east to west. On the edge of the fog of death, the Black Stone guerrilla cavalry continued to run forward, and the steel knives in their hands were shining dazzlingly by the rising sun.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, and three hundred meters. Although it was greatly affected by the negative impact of the terrain, the sprint speed of the war horses was still as fast as expected. The Japanese who had not conducted any targeted training were obviously unable to adapt to the cavalry's attack rhythm. Although they all risked being blown to pieces, they kept poking out their bodies from the gaps in the landing points of the shells and chased the horses with muzzles for fire interception, the shooting effect was getting worse and worse. Most of the time, even the empty saddle horses on the inside of the team were not hit, and the bullets futilely wiped out strings of Mars on the ground.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, two hundred meters, and hundreds of meters, were so long and so short. As the horse's hooves were getting closer and closer to the top of his head, the Japanese squad originally stationed in the southeast corner of his position could no longer hide in the anti-cannon hole and wait for death. They jumped up and shot wildly at the war horses in front with rifles and machine guns.

A string of blood beads floated up from Zhao Tianlong's left shoulder, his body shook, and then continued to sit upright on the horse's back, as stable as Mount Tai. The guerrilla warrior Ba Ri held the military flag with his arms, followed closely behind, and his angular face was filled with the spring sunshine.

"Dadada" another string of bullets shot towards him, leaving several blood holes in Bari's chest. The young soldier looked down in confusion, then used all his last strength to raise the sickle, axe flag high, "Run, kill the Japanese."

"Kill the Japanese and send them back to their hometown," Zhang Songling instigated the white horse to rush up from the third row, took the sickle and axe flag from Bari, and raised it high above his head.

"Send them back to their hometown, send them back to their hometown," amid the sound of a tsunami-like cry, the guerrilla warrior Bari slowly fell from the horse's back, and one horse after another ran past his body. All the cavalry bent over behind the neck of the mount quickly straightened their waists, shook the reins with their left hand, poked their right hand diagonally downward, their wrists reversed, and the blade suddenly moved forward.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." "Boom, boom, boom, boom." The Blackstone Guerrillas turned the gun mouth and began the final fixed-point cleaning. They threw two strings of shells from the top of the cavalry's heads and fell into the trenches in the southeast corner of the position, and bombed the Japanese inside to hide in Tibet.

"Don't hide, go back to the shooting position, hurry up, don't hide." The Japanese squad leader Akimoto was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He picked up the 38th Gail and fired wildly at the same time, while shouting hello.

After the explosion, there were still half of the soldiers in a small squad left by his side, but seventy or eighty war horses were crushed across the side. Nearly half of the war horses were sitting upright with guerrilla cavalry, and the blades in his hands were as bright as snow by the sunlight.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters, the horse's hooves sounded like thunder, and the heart was unable to maintain normal rhythm. A famous Japanese soldier who had just emerged from the anti-cannon hole was stunned. He suddenly screamed in despair in his mouth, threw down his rifle, ran away.

This action has amplified the impact on others by the sound of horse hooves. Compared with the Japanese's pocket-sized body, the mixed-blood horse weighing more than half a ton is definitely a behemoth, especially when they rushed towards the trenches in groups, the momentum caused was no less than that of the little bean-type chariots.

The devil soldiers beside the squad leader Akimoto threw down their rifles and fled along the trenches to the left and right sides. His eyes were so anxious that he was breathing fire and his feet kept beating. It was a shame. This was definitely a shame for soldiers. How could the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire be scared by the cavalry of the 16th century? They must hold them and hold them together to break the empire together, otherwise

The next moment, he was completely free. Zhao Tianlong rode his horse and rushed past him, swept across the blade, cutting off half of his dirty head.

Zhang Songling, Zheng Xiaobao, Xiaozou, Batu, and the guerrilla cavalry rode their horses and jumped over the trenches in turn, and they had no time to chase and kill the escaped Japanese. They were scared of the courageous guys, and it was not worth their waste of time. Under the leadership of Zhao Tianlong, the entire cavalry team continued to rush forward for dozens of meters, closely following the second trench, drew a perfect arc, adjusted the direction, and rushed down the hillside. The point of the blade was the last time Eryu was above his head.

It was still a diagonal line, tangently from the inside of the trench to the outside, the terrain was from high to low, and the speed of the war horse instantly doubled, and the momentum was like a torrent. He was desperately organizing soldiers to move to the southeast corner. Eryu, who was trying to block the gap again, was stunned for the last time, and a cold air rushed straight from his forehead to the soles of his feet.

"Change the gun, turn the gun, block it, block them." He heard a change of tune, but was not sure whether it was in his throat. He took out the turtle box and kept firing at the horse team, but he didn't know where the bullet finally landed. He saw that the yellow horse was getting closer and closer to him, and the orders he shouted were even more incoherent, "Kobayashi, Okura, hurry up and get all the first and second squadrons over, don't worry about the front, cavalry, Chinese cavalry came from behind."

Only three or two Japanese soldiers with black eyebrows and eyes were coming out from the thick smoke, holding the 38th large lid, and fired at the cavalry in a panic. The rest of the Japanese in the trench seemed to have evaporated and did not respond at all. Seeing that the horse team was getting closer and closer, Otaki didn't care about maintaining the image of an officer for the last time, he threw down the turtle box, turned his head and shouted behind him, "Kobayashi, Okura, Akita, you damn idiots."

Suddenly, his voice stuck in his throat, his whole body stood still like a wooden stake. It was not that the team leader refused to respond to his orders, but that countless 93rd regiment soldiers had already poured in front of the trenches in the east. Each of them was carrying a sharp Chinese-style sword. Seeing the enemy, no matter whether the other party surrendered or resisted, he raised his sword and fell.

The dagger, who had previously hid behind the bushes, was killed by him as the vanguard of the Chinese army. When his entire attention was attracted by the cavalry for the last time, he rushed into the first trench. The leader was a man in his forties, covered in blood, and there was no general who could join him wherever the blade passed.

"Onboard." Eryu let out a desperate cry from his mouth for the last time, pulled out his command knife, and rushed towards this person on foot. This battle was already lost without any suspense. The entire Eryu Squadron was wiped out, but he could not insult his glorious bloodline. The Eryu family became famous for hand-to-hand combat, and his men would also go to the end of their lives with hand-to-hand combat.
Chapter completed!