Chapter 3 Storm (Twelve Seconds)

Zhang Songling rode his horse and stepped on the body of the Japanese sergeant and rushed to the next target. He was a sturdy sergeant, leaning against the carriage transporting arms. A bayonet made it fly up and down. Two cavalrymen who jumped off the horse could not take him down. Instead, he stabbed a man in the thigh, and blood dripped down his trousers.

"@￥￥%,...%..." The Japanese sergeant probably knew that he could not escape death today. He made a series of ghost crying and howls in his mouth. He pushed away a sabre that was slashing towards him and continued to stab the Chinese soldier who was injured in his leg. The injured person could not dodge and could only try to use the sabre to pluck the barrel behind the bayonet. However, his arm strength was too weak and he could not stop the bayonet from advancing. Seeing that his opponent could not escape death, the sergeant sneered on his face, "Hahaha--"

The smile instantly solidified, and a Cossack saber came into the air, like an ancient javelin, nailing him directly to the rubber wheeled carriage behind him.

"Instructor." The cavalry who escaped from death turned his head and looked grateful.

Responding to his response was a scammer scolding. Zhang Songling rushed over, leaned over, pulled out the Cossack saber from his bones, and pointed the tip of the knife at the noses of the two cavalrymen. "Idiot, how did I teach you in daily training? If you don't have a horse, fight against the enemy, what else do you call a cavalry? Hurry up and get me the war horse. If you don't have one, go to the shaft of the carriage to get rid of one."

"Yes, instructor." The two cavalrymen were scolded to the point of being silenced and started to look for their respective mounts. Zhang Songling, carrying a blood-dropped sabre, continued to patrol the chariot formation. Whenever there was a stalemate, he quickly leaned over to help the soldiers solve the battle.

The chariot formation that the Japanese rush to build was completely collapsed at this moment. The Japanese supplies, who had suffered a great loss in the guerrillas, still remembered the miserable scene at that time. Before the dust settled, they rushed to throw down their weapons and fled. The Japanese combat soldiers of the Fourth Squadron persisted a little longer than the baggage soldiers, but they were also very limited. After the squadron leader Yuya Ono and three squadron leaders were killed by sabers and the non-commissioned officers in the team were killed, their morale quickly dropped to zero. They dragged their rifles backwards away from the baggage cars, and followed the baggage soldiers who were the first to escape, like a group of headless flies.

Only a few Japanese soldiers who were poisoned by Bushido and penetrated their bones were still fighting to trap beasts, but they were completely unable to turn the situation around. Zheng Xiaobao and a young guerrilla elite rushed over and began to clean up the trapped beasts one by one, either using a saber or a Mauser pistol to send these guys who were fighting back to their hometown in Japan.

Zhang Songling walked back and forth in the chariot formation, solved three more troubles, and rescued four Chinese cavalrymen. Seeing that the overall situation was settled, he waved his arm at Zhao Tianlong from afar and rode his horse back to the side of the cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong.

The commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, had just found his mount and was looking around for his brothers to help. When he saw Zhang Songling running towards him again, he immediately smiled.

"Get on the horse quickly, take your people with you, and follow me." Zhang Songling waved the Cossack Saber, which had cut out the gap, at him and ordered loudly.

"Yes." Although there was no affiliation between them, the commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, still agreed loudly by a devil, and then tried hard to go to the reins of the Labaikal horse. The gunshot wound on his right shoulder was so painful that he was soft and disobedient. After working hard several times in a row, his feet slid off the golden stirrup and could not climb onto the horse's back at all.

"I'm so stupid, I've never seen someone as stupid as you." Just as my eyes were so anxious that my eyes were on fire, Zhang Songling's voice came from my ears. Another powerful force suddenly came from my heart. My whole body immediately lightened. Before he could come back to his senses, his legs were already on the saddle, and the battle flag in his hand was also snatched by the other party, shook it, and raised it high into the air.

"Cavalent Battalion, gather here." Zhang Songling held the blue sky with one hand and waved his hands, "The Japanese's large army is about to come and follow me to chop them over."

"Cut them over, chop them over." The cavalry rushed over and agreed, and as usual, reorganized the team under the battle line as usual during training.

"This is my cavalry battalion." The fat man Shao Yong finally understood a little bit and protested loudly in his heart. During his usual training, he was always cautious and not allowed the instructors sent by the guerrillas to have too deep contact with the soldiers under his command, so as not to be stolen by the guerrillas' dominance of the entire cavalry battalion, and finally ended up as a wedding dress for others. The grassroots officers in the battalion were also very cooperative. On the surface, they treated Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong and others with the ritual of their teachers, but in fact, they quietly formed a protective film between the instructor and the soldiers to prevent any possibility of red thoughts penetrating into the cavalry battalion. However, at the critical moment of life and death, the soldiers still chose to trust the person who most likely brought everyone victory, and had no time to consider the affiliation between the two sides.

"Yes." Zhang Songling nodded to everyone with compliment, just like when he was an instructor. He saw many soldiers who had lost their mounts leaning over on foot. After thinking about it, he shouted loudly, "The injured and the horseless stayed, set fire to the cart, and the others followed the battle flag."

After saying that, he pushed the military flag back to Shao Yong's hand, who was stunned without hesitation. At the same time, his legs gently hit the stirrups. The white dragon horse reacted very sharply and immediately moved his four hooves gracefully, "stepped" and "stepped" a series of small steps. Xu Chao chased the Japanese soldiers who were fleeing in panic.

"Why should I obey your command?" The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong was stunned again and protested loudly in his heart, but his mouth was a completely different voice, "Brothers, follow the battle flag and kill all the Japanese."

"Kill all the Japanese." The cavalrymen who found their backbone again agreed loudly and followed Zhang Songling tightly with their battalion commander. The entire wedge-shaped array began to slowly accelerate, chasing the escaped Japanese soldiers, and rumbled towards another group of Japanese soldiers running towards them, although the size of the Japanese soldiers was twice theirs.

Zhao Tianlong led the cavalry of the Black Stone Guerrillas to quickly approach and echoed the cavalry battalion of the 93rd Regiment with another wedge-shaped array. Under the control of Zhang Songling and his, the two teams tacitly controlled the propulsion speed and rushed to the front of the horse head. They always kept a distance of about five meters from the escapee, but they were never willing to chase after and chopped over the group of Japanese soldiers. Only a few Japanese were exhausted and fell behind, which became the target of attack by the cavalrymen. They swept over one after another, and the Japanese soldiers who had lost their lives turned around in circles and split into pieces.
Chapter completed!