第三章风云(十二上)

"Caval,." Kawada Kunaki's eyes turned dark and the sky was spinning.

After much calculation, he missed the group of red cavalry fighting side by side with the 93rd Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army. Although the number of the opponent was limited, they were all good players who grew up on horseback. With their excellent riding skills and familiarity with the grassland landforms, they could easily avoid the search of the idiot scouts of the Kawata brigade, and unconsciously detour behind them and fired a fatal blow to the Kawata brigade.

"Cabinets, where did they come from so many cavalry?" Masayoshi Mitsui, who was carrying Kawada Kuni Akira to avoid shelling, stopped in a daze and muttered. When people were extremely nervous, their brains would be inaccurate. At this moment, he was a living example. He found that his back was raided, and he couldn't remember to continue escaping. Instead, he stood there blankly, wondering where the opponent's cavalry came from.

Fortunately, not all the Japanese soldiers were scared to death. Following Kawada Kuniha, a Japanese major still retained the most basic reason, pushed his boss hard on the back, and roared and reminded, "Hurry up, let the Fourth Squadron set up a defense line on site to protect the baggage. Without baggage, what else can we do to fight?"

"Protect the baggage and protect the baggage." Kawada Kunaki woke up as if he was in a dream, waving his arms and shouting loudly, "Harada, Kororo Harada, hurry up and notify the captain of Ono, order him to protect the baggage at all costs and stay waiting for the support. I, I will send reinforcements to him now."

"Protect the baggage, protect the baggage, and inform the Fourth Squadron to protect the baggage at any cost." The correspondent Kororo Harada repeated loudly mechanically, grabbed a war horse that had lost his master, and flew to jump up. Without waiting for him to instigate the mount, Kawada Kunihara had quickly turned his head and pulled the Japanese master who had reminded him before, "Matsumura, lead your second squadron and lean on me immediately. The Fourth Squadron and the Fourth Squadron are too poor in combat and can't last long."

"Hiyi." The commander of the second squadron, Matsumura, agreed and quickly gathered his troops and prepared to run and rescue the 4th squadron and baggage team two kilometers away. Before he could run two hundred meters away, "Swoosh,." "Swoosh,." "Swoosh," four screams came from the sky, followed by explosions one after another. Just about fifty meters ahead of him, four thick and heavy smoke pillars jumped up. Around the smoke pillar, the bodies of the Japanese soldiers lay all over the ground.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." There were four more explosions, shaking the Japanese soldiers who were returning to their own baggage team to the ground, and they were reluctant to look up.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." Explosions were one after another, and the Soviet artillery was not fired in sufficient precision and powerful. The artillery was fully demonstrated by the artillerymen of the 93rd Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army. More than a dozen craters were crossed in front of the Japanese soldiers of the Songcun Squadron. They went out and went out, and could not line up a straight line. However, no living creature could be found within a fifteen meters of each crater. The broken limbs were sent everywhere by the explosion shock wave, and there was no possibility of pieced together.

"Baga, waste." Kawada Kunihara, who was standing behind the second squadron, cursing, "Stand up, stand up and scatter, rush over. The Chinese only have four cannons, and four cannons cannot stop the charge of the Imperial Samurai."

Indeed, four artillery can't block the entire Matsumura squadron, but who can guarantee that the next shell will not fall on his head? The grassroots Japanese officers who heard Kawada Kurosaki scolded slowly got up from the ground, cursing in their mouths, "Baga, Bagatne, stand up, stand up and spread, spread, and rush quickly. The artillery just now was blindly fired according to the predetermined ruler. After this distance, the shells would not explode us."

The Japanese soldiers had no choice but to get up, divided into scattered troops, gritted their teeth and walked around the crater, and continued to run towards the baggage team. After only a dozen steps, several screams came from behind them. Four huge shells fell side by side, and shrapnel swept across, blowing more than 20 Japanese who were rushing to pieces.

Now, no Japanese soldiers dared to continue to rush towards the baggage team, and lay on the ground in panic, fearing that they would become the next key "care" target of the mountain cannon. "Baga, waste, a waste who only knows how to eat without shame, His Majesty the Emperor is watching you." The captain of the second squadron, Matsumura, was jumping and cursing, but he was helpless with the Japanese soldiers under his command. It was too terrifying. The mountain cannon of the 93rd Regiment was so terrifying that it seemed to have eyes. From the place where everyone was hiding to the gathering of the baggage team, they were all within the range of the Type 09 mountain cannon. As long as there was enough ammunition on hand, the Chinese artillery could theoretically chase their heads and blow them up until they sent everyone to hell.

"Swoosh,." "Swoosh,." The terrifying sound of shells breaking through the air continued to come from behind, scaring Matsumura Dotake so much that he rolled and crawled into a smoke-filled crater. He held his head with his hands and stuck his butt out motionless. He was waiting for the moment when the shell shock wave ended, but the explosion came late. At a very far away from him, "Rumbling" and "Rumbling" made the ground shaking.

"They are shelling the baggage team." In an instant, with excellent professional sense of smell, Matsumura Dotake understood the tactical intentions of the Chinese artillery. He raised his head from the edge of the shell crater. He watched anxiously from a distance. He saw that the previous baggage team was guarding the position waiting for support. A car overturned to the ground, and several frightened horses dragged a load of rubber vans, rushing around the team of imperial soldiers.

"It's over." Matsumura Duobu knelt in the cannon crater, and his whole body was instantly drained. The Chinese commander who arranged the trap was too vicious. He sent powerful cavalry to attack the weakest baggage soldiers here, but he even arranged artillery to lead the way for the cavalry. Under such a very hot strike, even if all the soldiers of the second squadron ran back desperately at the risk of being killed by the shells, it would take at least ten minutes for them to be two kilometers away. With ten minutes of effort, the Chinese cavalry, under the cover of cannons, cut the baggage team and the fourth team responsible for protecting the baggage, and back and forth three or four times. Under the repeated impact of the cavalry in a battalion, the imperial warriors near the baggage truck had no possibility of creating miracles.

"Baga, Matsumura, why are you still standing there? Do you want to take the lead in disobeying?" Suddenly, a stern warning sounded in your ears. The commander of the Second Squadron, Matsumura, turned his head in grief and anger, and happened to see the red eyes of the combat staff Shiro Shirakawa.

"Bang." Raising his bloody hand, Shirakawa Shiro slapped Matsumura Dotake hard, "What do you think? Take the second squadron up quickly. It's too late. We all have to become prisoners of the Chinese army. Brothers, brothers, brothers are all light-fitting. What does light-fitting mean? Do you understand?"

"Hay,,." Matsumura Dotake was stunned for a moment, jumped up, rolled and crawled forward, "Brothers, it's time to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, follow me."

"The Third Squadron, the Third Squadron rushed over immediately to protect the baggage truck." Shiro Shirakawa wiped the blood from his face again, strode to Masao Oda, the commander of the Third Squadron, and overtaken his duties to command Kawada Kunaki.

If he didn't care about maintaining the authority of Kawada Kurosaki, he would delay it. Not only one baggage team died, but the entire Kawada brigade would probably face the end of annihilation. He and Kawada Kurosaki were lucky before, but no one expected that the 93rd Regiment would really turn around and kill them one of them when he was evading heavy troops to kill them. Therefore, the entire Kawada brigade was marching lightly, and the infantry carried only thirty bullets, and the grenade handler had only four grenades. All the remaining ammunition was loaded on cars and rubber carriages, and the baggage team was responsible for transporting them.

Even if the thirty bullets are saved, they can only last for two hours at most. However, the 93rd Regiment, which turned around and counterattacked, has at least a whole day to "squander". If the baggage is allowed to be burned by the Chinese cavalry, when the Morikawa Regiment arrives, there will definitely be only the body of the Kawata Brigade next to the Wuming River. After the 93rd Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army and the Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade succeeded in counterattack, they had already fled.

Thinking of the fate of the baggage after the robbery, Shirakawa Shiro sweated like a slurry on his forehead, and with his bloody big head, he quickly jumped onto his command car, "Follow me, all the people who can move will follow me to rescue the baggage team. The task of cutting off the rear is enough, it is enough to have the first squadron."

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." His voice was swallowed up in a shocking explosion. The artillery continued. He gathered in a hurry and prepared to use the carriage as a cover to fight against the Chinese cavalry. The fourth squadron and baggage troops were blown up by the bomb. They could not organize a complete line of defense at all. Just less than two hundred meters away from them, a large black man riding a yellow-fat horse held a wide-back long sword in his hand, and the cold light at the blade was dazzling.

"Don't run, shoot, shoot, shoot, block them." The captain of the baggage team, Kyonosuke Kubo suppressed the panic in his heart and ordered at the top of his lungs. From the beginning of the battle between the two sides, it was only one and a half minutes. However, the Chinese cavalry rushed straight to his nose from a position close to two thousand meters. If he did not fight back, twenty seconds later, what would be waiting for the entire Fourth Squadron would be a ruthless massacre.

However, there were very few responders around him. Most of the baggage soldiers threw down their guns without hesitation and ran away to the distance, for fear of escaping slowly, leaving behind the cavalry's horse hooves.

"Stop, stop." Kubo Kyonosuke was furious and pulled the trigger and shot three or four escapees in succession. However, the other baggage soldiers refused to turn back. As the souls of the sword, they knew the horror of the Chinese cavalry. If they were swept by a long sabre, even if they were not fatal on the spot, a huge wound would be left on their bodies. No matter how many first aid kits were tied, they would not be able to stop the blood. They could only lie on the ground and wait for the plasma of their bodies to dry out and die.

"Machine gun, machine gunner, why are you doing when you stand there? Get up and fire? It's so close that the Chinese artillery fired again and they will kill them together." Yuya Ono, the squadron leader of the Fourth Squadron, had a little stronger determination. He pushed the machine gunner next to him away, lay behind a blown carriage, and took the lead in pulling the trigger, "Dada, dadada, dadada, dadada"

"Dadadada, dadadada, dadadada" Several nearby Japanese machine gunners were reminded and trembled to straighten the machine gun and aimed at the Chinese soldiers who had rushed within a hundred meters.

The bullets intertwined into a sinful fire net, pushing the riders rushing in the front row under the back of the horses. The rest of the Chinese cavalry did not pause at all, leaning over, riding their horses, and exploring their long swords. The entire team was like a huge sword-wheeled chariot, with a "rumbling" roar, and continued to crush the Japanese heads.

"Fire, fire." The voice of Ono Yuya, the squadron leader of the Fourth Squadron, had changed. It sounded like the wind blew the urinal. Before he escaped and the Japanese soldiers who had no time to escape raised their guns and pulled the trigger at the closer and closer Chinese cavalry, "其其." "其其." "其其." The messy gunshots sounded, and the Chinese cavalry team rushed forward paused. More than ten people fell from their mounts and were immediately engulfed by the horses galloping by the rear row, disappearing without a trace.

"Don't panic, continue to speed up,." Zhao Tianlong, who was rushing in front, opened his voice and greeted loudly. A cavalry following him raised the battle flag and led the entire team to continue sprinting forward. On the flag of smoke and fire, the sickle and axe fluttered in the wind.

"Hulala," the other side of the knife-wheel chariot was tall with a blue sky and a red sun on the ground. The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong personally held the flagpole with both hands, and two groups of wildfires were burning fiercely in his eyes. Due to the short time of joining the army and the lack of cavalry skills, most of the injured and dismissed during the sprint were recruits under his command. If he did not successfully insert the battle flag in his hand on the Japanese, he would not be able to face his brothers in the future.

"Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire at the Chinese military flag." Ono Yuya, the squadron leader of the Fourth Squadron, jumped up from behind the carriage, holding the light machine gun in both hands, swept wildly, "Dada, dada, dada" bullet flew towards Zhao Tianlong, leaving several red blood flowers on the chest of the flag bearer. The guerrilla flag bearer shook and slowly moved onto the horse's back. Zheng Xiaobao, who was closest to him, quickly looked, threw down the Cossack saber, and grabbed the flagpole.

"Hulala,,,,." The sickle and axe flag was raised again, and proudly stretched into the air, igniting the sunshine in the sky.

Under the golden sunshine, the guerrillas suddenly straightened their waists and raised the sword in their hands high.

"Da da, ka!" Ono Yuya turned his gun and aimed at Zheng Xiaobao. The crooked handle in his hand made a sound. There was no bullet, but the knife light was close at hand. He didn't have the courage to call the deputy archer for help. He threw the crooked handle and joined the escape team. The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong was not willing to let him go. He grabbed the horse's belly hard. The mount under his crotch hurt. The four hooves soared into the air, flew over the last five meters away, and stepped directly on Ono Yuya's back.
Chapter completed!