Chapter 3 Storm (Twelve Middle School)

"Crack." The Baikal stallion weighing half a ton stepped on Ono Yuya's thin body plate at a speed of fourteen meters per second. Its power was beyond expectations. Ono Yuya's squadron leader of the Fourth Squadron of the Japanese immediately shrank like a toad that was breathless. The fragments of the five internal organs gushed out from their mouths, (Note 1)

The commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, also lost his balance due to this impact, and his body shaking constantly on the saddle. The Bergama lost control and jumped over the second rubber cart. After hitting three Japanese soldiers who could not dodge, he neighed and stopped. The commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, was caught off guard and a forward pounce fell off the horse's back. Fortunately, he worked very hard in his usual training, and many emergency actions had become the instinct of the body. At the moment of falling, his left arm scratched the horse's neck and removed most of the impulse. Only then did he save his life at the last moment, but he did not directly break his tendons and bones.

Even so, he continued to rush forward three or four meters away under the influence of inertia, and finally stood firm with the support of the military flag. The wooden flagpole also deformed instantly and broke into two pieces with a "bang".

"Kill him, kill him." Seeing the advantage, several stubborn Japanese soldiers rushed up with rifles with bayonets. The cavalry battalion commander carried half of the flagpole and blocked the left side and right, and was forced to get busy. He was about to die under the bayonet. Suddenly, a string of bean-like gunshots came from his ears. Several Japanese soldiers dropped their weapons, covered the bullet holes on their bodies with their hands, and fell to the sky.

"Pistol, is your pistol a decoration?" Zhang Songling carried two box cannons and rode on the Eastern Dabai. He immediately drove his bow from side to side. When he saw an emergency situation occurred, he quickly rushed to the place. The commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, was scolded by him, and pulled out a Tokarev from his waist, holding his hands in search of the target. He saw a Japanese soldier rushing out from under a carriage not far away, and blue smoke came out from his waist. He immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation, and directly punched a huge transparent hole in the other party's head.

"Boom." The Japanese fell to the ground and then were blown into pieces by the suicide grenade on their waists. The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong reached out to wipe his face, and continued to look for the next target of attack with the blood of humans in his head. However, there was no enemy standing around his body. Under the fierce attack of the cavalry, the Japanese used carriages and cars to quickly collapsed. Some baggage soldiers dropped their weapons and fled like headless flies. Some combat soldiers were divided into several pieces by the guerrilla cavalry, fighting each other, without any response to each other.

There was no target to be shot at the close range, and Shao Yong had to look further away. He saw Zhao Tianlong leading a team of Eighth Route Army cavalry, cutting diagonally along the outer periphery of the chariot formation, chopping all the Japanese invaders they met on the way to the ground. He saw Zhang Songling riding a big white horse and slowly passing through the chariot formation with several guerrillas. The box cannons in each hand were constantly spitting out fire snakes, providing close-range fire support to the Chinese soldiers around him. He saw Zheng Xiaobao holding up a sickle and axe flag, leading another team of Eighth Route Army cavalry to continue to penetrate into the center of the chariot formation, and chopping the fire points inside into mute one by one. He saw dozens of brothers, like him, transforming from cavalry back to infantry, or chasing the Japanese with a sabre, or picking up rifles and lying on the shaft of the chariot to look for targets and shooting one by one.

Nine out of the ten were soldiers from the cavalry battalions under his command. Half of them held the "Shangfang Sword" given by the regiment commander Lao Qi for him. The veterans drawn from several other infantry battalions. The other half were the passionate men who came to join the army in recent times. Under the resource tilt of almost no consideration of costs, this new cavalry quickly formed combat effectiveness. His performance in daily training is no different from that of the Black Stone Guerrillas, but in actual combat, he was instantly defeated back to the prototype.

"Release the flag, hurry up and hold it up. You are the battalion commander, not a soldier." Zhao Tianlong led the cavalry to run past him like lightning, turning his head and shouting at him. Hearing this, Shao Yong's face turned redder, as if he had just been stained with blood, and there was still a sensation of heat on the surface. He quickly inserted his pistol back into the leather holster at his waist. He ran a few steps, picked up the battle flag from the ground, held it with one hand, and went to meet with his war horse. The brothers of the cavalry battalion who were following the guerrillas nearby saw their military flags being raised again, and turned their horses toward him as soon as possible.

"Bang." A cold gun rang under the car. Shao Yong shook it, and a string of blood appeared on his right shoulder. Three Japanese men came out from under the car that was only five or six meters away from him, and cried and launched a "jade-breaking" attack on him.

The battle flag is the backbone of the cavalry. When running at high speed, the cavalry relies entirely on the battle flag to guide the direction. The battle flag points to the next step to attack the target. If the battle flag does not fall, the army will never collapse. Therefore, the Japanese soldiers who had previously hiding under the car for opportunities immediately went crazy when they saw the battle flag of the cavalry battalion, and rushed over at all costs, trying to turn the blue sky, white sun and red ground again.

Shao Yong was so painful that his right arm was numb and he could not pull out his pistol at all. He had to hold the battle flag with only half of the flagpole in his left hand, and strode backwards. At the same time, he kept kicking up the items that could touch his feet and smashing them into the heads of the Japanese soldiers. The moment the three Japanese soldiers came out from under the car, they had already had the idea of ​​burning all the jades in their hearts, so they didn't care about the stones flying towards them and the broken limbs of human bodies. They used non-human voices. He shouted, and Zhang Yawuzhang continued to approach him. He was about to be surrounded by three Japanese devils. The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong shouted loudly and swept the battle flag in front of him with all his strength. The fastest Japanese devil was directly knocked out by the flagpole. The second Japanese who rushed over wrapped his head with the flag and staggered. The third Japanese devil threw down the turtle box with all bullets, jumped forward, hugged Shao Yong's neck with both hands, and slammed hard.

A burst of severe pain came from his shoulders, and Venus suddenly burst out in front of Shao Yong's eyes, but the oxygen in his lungs became less and less, making his face purple, and his arm holding the flagpole waved in vain.

"Baga." The Japanese soldiers who were holding his neck gritted their teeth and continued to tighten their arms. However, their legs were taken into the air by Shao Yong, and they kicked up and down. The figures of the two sides were a bit different, so his feet could not reach the ground and could not concentrate all their strength to strangle the little fat man Shao Yong to death. The little fat man Shao Yong could not quickly get rid of him, so they could only struggle in vain. The Japanese soldiers had previously been wrapped in the flag surface and pulled the Japanese soldiers a few times, revealing their eyes. He quickly discovered the opportunity, holding the front end of the flagpole with one hand, pulling out the bayonet from his waist with the other hand, exploring his body forward, and "kill."

"Kill." A sword light flashed like a training-like sword, cutting off the Japanese hand holding the bayonet with its wrist. Zhang Songling came back at some point. The box cannon in his hand was replaced with a saber. The Japanese soldier who had his right hand cut off his right hand screamed in pain and fainted on the spot. The Japanese soldiers who were strangling Shao Yong's neck as if they were on the tree-shaped sword, saw that the situation was not good, jumped off the ground and ran away.

How could two short legs run past the four hooves of the war horse? Zhang Songling shook the reins slightly and caught up with him from behind. The steel knife in his hand was dragged horizontally at the speed of the horse, and blood splattered. A hole more than two feet long was dragged on the back of the Japanese sergeant. He made several circles on the spot like drunkenness, and knelt down softly.
Chapter completed!