Chapter 3 Storm (Thirteenth Middle School)

"ぎょくさい." The second wave of Japanese soldiers who came to rescue the guns stopped and kept pulling the trigger with their fingers. They ran a little slower than the first wave of Japanese soldiers, dragging them about fifty meters away, so they had about three seconds to react. However, it was only three seconds. Each time they fired, the 38th large cover that had to be re-pulled, had only one chance to fire. The crooked handle could sweep out a half-block bullet. Then, they had to use their flesh and blood to block the huge creature weighing up to 500 kilograms and crushed at a high speed of fifteen meters per second. (Note 1)

The sound of hundreds of horses sprinting together was like a mountain torrent. In the face of this whistling torrent, the Japanese soldiers who had just witnessed how their accomplices were swallowed by the mountain torrent could not remain calm at all. Most of the bullets fired in a hurry did not know where they hit the target. Only a few of them hit the target, splashing dazzling blood flowers in the cavalry team.

Several soldiers shook their bodies and fell softly from the horse's back. Their remains were immediately quickly stepped on by hundreds of horse's hooves, and in a blink of an eye it was beyond recognition. The soldiers who were not injured and only slightly injured continued to follow the battle flag, with their legs constantly knocking on the horse's belly. The enemy was right in front of them. Only by rushing over can they avenge the sacrificed robes. The high-speed horse team will not slow down for anyone.

Seeing the horse's hooves as they were about to step on their foreheads, the Japanese soldiers who were pulling the gun bolt were completely panicked. They either squatted down and held the rifle in front of them like a fire stick, trying to use this to intimidate the war horses to continue approaching, or push the officers around them away, and run away.

The Chinese cavalry, who rushed towards the sky, leaned downwards to their arms again, the blade forward, and the tip of the knife pressed down. The entire team burst out with brilliant light under the spring sun of the grassland, like a young phoenix spreading its tail of flame for the first time.

"Bang." Zhang Songling's big white horse hit a Japanese commander holding a rifle, knocking the man out of ten meters away, rolling, and immediately died. Another Japanese soldier turned his back to the big white horse, with two short legs moving desperately. Unfortunately, he ran too slowly, and was overwhelmed by the big white horse in a few seconds. The sharp sword took advantage of inertia to drag a half-foot-wide wound on the man, and blood spurted wildly. The escapee instantly lost all his strength and fell head-on. Countless horse hooves stepped past him and stepped on him into a pile of meat paste.

"Boom, rumbling, rumbling." The horse team ran at high speed, followed Zhang Songling, and overcame the second wave of Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers who had no time to escape fell down like wheat hit by hail, and then were swallowed up by the smoke and dust brought by the horse's hooves and disappeared. When the last war horse ran away more than ten meters away, the scarlet smoke and dust quickly blew away by the wind, and a fragment of incomplete corpses appeared on the ground, with blood and flesh, and none of them could see human appearance.

The third wave of Japanese soldiers who came to rescue the baggage had a longer reaction time, and their actions became even more panicked. During the war, the most elite soldiers always rushed to the front. They dragged behind dozens of meters from the first and second waves of Japanese soldiers. They also had the same gap in physical strength and combat will. After finding that the bravest accomplices in the first two waves could not even have one of them, they were eaten alive by the whistling Chinese cavalry. Most of them immediately turned around and fled. Only the officers in the team and the very few guys who were poisoned by the Bushido and penetrated their brains, refused to accept the failure. They held up pistols and rifles, and launched a counterattack against the cavalry with a more resolute attitude.

"Yuzao, His Majesty the Emperor is watching us!"

"The Jade Broken, the large army is about to arrive. Our death can buy them more time." These officers and fanatics combined together, but the size of more than ten people seemed to be possessed by ghosts. They didn't care about their own life and death at all, and rushed up against the heads of the cavalry.

Running in the front was a lieutenant. The turtle box in his hand was facing Zhang Songling, "Room, wimming, wimming, wimming." He kept pulling the trigger. Unfortunately, he was too nervous and his shooting movements were completely gone. No bullet hit the target. Seeing the big white horse getting closer and closer to him, the lieutenant shouted and threw the turtle box at Zhang Songling. Then he pulled out the command knife from his waist and raised his hands high, "Long live the Emperor's Majesty-"

"Go to die." Zhang Songling pressed his body downward, avoided the turtle box that was smashed, and took the opportunity to pull the sword in his hand down. "Puff" the sharp blade hit the right arm of the Japanese officer, and pulled one of his arms and half of his head into the air at the same time. The remaining half of his head swayed with the body, and was hit horizontally by another war horse. Then he was hit by the third war horse and flew up like a doll. He rolled, deformed and split into pieces.

The cavalry followed Zhang Songling and chopped off the militarist fanatics who were seeking death one by one. The third wave of Japanese soldiers completely collapsed. The remaining 40 numbers turned their backs to war horses, and the wolf ran and pigs rushed. No one dared to turn around to fight. The scattered Japanese soldiers who followed him were influenced by them. Without a single shot, they turned around and joined the escape team. They had no time to consider. If they continued to run like this, they would become the flesh shield of Chinese cavalry again.

"Baoshi, idiot, don't come over, get closer, everyone dies together." Three hundred and fifty or sixty meters away, Shirakawa Shiro was angry and anxious, his eyes were smoky and fired. Fatty Zhang was adjusting his speed again, no longer chasing those cowards who had lost their courage, but drove them like a sheep and crushed them towards him. The small group of imperial soldiers encountered along the way could not stop this decline at all. Instead, they were surrounded by the retreating cowards, making the flesh shield thicker and stronger and stronger. If this continues, at most one minute, a squadron soldier who Shiro Shiro finally gathered would repeat the mistakes of the first wave of imperial warriors before, either wasting all the bullets on his retreating accomplices, or watching Fatty Zhang lead the cavalry to him and raise the sabre high.

"Don't come over, don't come over, bypass, run around." A few Japanese officers beside Shiro Shirakawa opened their throats and issued a reminder that the machine gunner's deputy shooter carried only more than 200 bullets. Now they fired at their own people, and there would be no bullets to stop the Chinese cavalry in a while. If the Chinese cavalry rushed within a hundred meters, it would be a disaster for the imperial warriors who had already run exhausted. Their skilled sting skills were useless in front of war horses and sabers. The cavalry on the opposite side would not give them enough time to install bayonets for the rifle.

The Japanese soldiers who fled back turned a deaf ear to the ears. Their spirit had been completely crushed by the Chinese cavalry and they didn't care about anyone. They ran, ran, didn't want to run faster than war horses, but just wanted to run faster than their accomplices. No matter how tight the Chinese cavalry chased them, there were always times when they encountered obstacles. As long as they persisted until then, they could save their lives. As for who was yelling in their ears and what was yelling in their ears, who had time to care.

"Open the fire, kill those who cross the line." Kawada Kunaki ran over at some point, grabbed a crooked handle from Shiro Shirakawa's feet, and pointed the trigger more than ten meters in front of the defeated soldier.

"Dadadadada" strings of bullets flew over and dug out a shallow yellow ditch on the grass. The Japanese soldiers closest to the shallow ditch were stunned and their pace slowed down slightly. However, soon they were pushed by the defeated soldiers running from behind and continued to approach the shallow ditch, approach, approach, approach, approach, approach

"Dadadadadadadadadada." Another string of bullets flew past, calling out several defeated soldiers near the Asagora, "Open fire, kill those who cross the line." Kawada Kunihara looked stern and let out a beast-like roar in his mouth. Shirakawa Shiro and others were quickly awakened, and they all picked up machine guns and rifles. At the Asagora, Kawada Kosai had drawn, he used bullets to weave a death blockade line. Anyone who dared to run across this line, whether it was an officer or a soldier, would be killed.

The hot blood finally made the defeated soldiers stop, looked back, and glance forward with a very hatred glance. They exploded like frightened flies, bypassing the line of death, and fled to both sides of the battlefield.

"Come on, Chinese, if you have the ability, you can continue to rush, continue to rush." ​​Kawada Kunaki held the machine gun and shouted loudly at the Chinese cavalry more than 300 meters away. At such a long distance, he could no longer aim at any of them. He could only rely on firepower density to carry out a "coverage" strike. However, the Russian cover effect of a light machine gun was very limited. The cavalry team on the opposite side just stopped for a moment and continued to move. The horse's hooves stepped on the smoke and dust in the sky, and there was no way to see if anyone was injured by a stray bullet.

"Come on, keep rushing. If you have the ability, you can continue rushing. Cowards, cowards, you can only sneak attacks cowards who dare not fight head-on." Kawada Kunaki continued to shoot while cursing loudly. The five magazines in the machine gun were quickly beaten by him. The shooting sound stopped abruptly, but he felt unsatisfied. He threw down the machine gun, snatched a 38-large cushion closest to him, and continued to pull the trigger at the Chinese cavalry, "Just, just, just."

"Kun Kawada, they retreated, you won, you saved all of us." Shirakawa Shiro couldn't stand it, hugged Kawada Kunaki's arm and reminded loudly.

The Chinese cavalry did not continue to rush forward and found that the trick of using the defeated soldiers as shields might fail, so they decided to give up, turned their horses and quickly retreated to the way they came. From a certain perspective, it was indeed Kawada Kuniha's very spicy and decisive, saving all the remaining Japanese in the second and third squadrons. Otherwise, once Zhang Songling continued to rush forward like before, without waiting for the 93rd Regiment behind to come, the entire Kawada United team had been wiped out.

However, Kōaki Kawada did not dare to accept Shiro Shirakawa's thanks. He threw down his rifle. He shook his head vigorously, and two lines of blood slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes. "It's useless, Shirakawa Jun, it's useless. Look, look at the supplies cart, look at the supplies cart, everything is too late, nothing is useless."
Chapter completed!