Chapter 4 Reunion (Three Trips)

How could it be? Matsumura Daisuke rubbed his eyes and refused to believe what he saw. The cavalry, a Chinese cavalry with unknown numbers, quietly emerged from the top of the hill not far away, and quickly gathered at a position more than 300 meters away to launch an attack. He, except for the previous faint neigh, did not hear any other movement.

"This is impossible, impossible, Chinese, how could Chinese appear here?" Several Japanese squad leader were also out of his mind and murmured. For a moment, he actually forgot that what he should do most at this moment was to quickly form a defensive position. There were at least two hundred war horses on the opposite hillside. There were so many war horses that could not make any sound when they ran. The smoke and dust on the horse's hooves must have covered the sky and the sun. Even though it was late at night, there was nowhere to hide under such bright moonlight.

Unless, unless they had predicted the marching route of the Matsumura Squadron and had been ambushing on the other side of the hillside, the marching route tonight was drawn by Captain Matsumura on the map, and when he set out, he only conveyed it to a few backbone in the team. Even the squadron leader of the soldiers did not know the specific details. Where did the Chinese soldiers get the information? Could it be that there were still a pair of their eyes hanging in the night sky?

At this moment, even if he broke his head, Matsumura Daisuke and his Japanese officers could not figure out where the Chinese cavalry on the opposite side came from. They were all in a daze and could not remember their responsibilities at all. The Japanese soldiers below were even more panicked. Some quickly lay in the grass with rifles, some picked up machine guns and looked for commanding heights, and some used the butt as crutches and tried to stand up from the ground, but their legs seemed to be filled with eighteen kilograms of old vinegar, so sour and heavy that they were not obedient at all.

Zhang Songling on the hillside three hundred meters away would not be stupid enough to wait for the enemy to prepare before starting the charge. The brave ones won when they meet on a narrow road. At this critical moment, there is no kung fu in the order and formation of attacks. Look at most of the cavalry who have already rode up the hillside, and immediately pressed forward towards the long sword in his hand and "kill."

"Boom." In an instant, the Tianhe River broke its mouth, and more than 170 cavalrymen kicked the golden stirrup, and slapped Zhao Tianlong as the tip of the waves, slapped the Japanese soldiers under the hillside hard on the head.

"Room, rumble, rumble." The sudden sound of horse hooves was like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the vast hilly areas. Tens of thousands of birds were awakened from their sleep, flapping their wings, and rushing into the sky with woe. For hundreds of years, since the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, this area has become their unique paradise. Except for the caravans and bandits that occasionally pass by, no other humans are approaching. But tonight, it suddenly becomes a battlefield for the confrontation between the two armies, making the birds scattered.

"Room, rumble, rumble." The thunderous horse hooves became more and more urgent, and they made the ground tremble up and down. Tens of thousands of hares and mountain pigs threw down their rhizomes that had chewed half of their rhizomes, moved four fat short legs, and ran wildly. They didn't know why the ground trembled, but avoiding risks was the instinct they formed during the evolution of tens of millions of years.

"Boom, rumbling, rumbling." The thunderous sound of horse hooves continued, shaking the wild trees around them back and forth. A group of wild wolves rushed up the high slope under the leadership of the wolf king, stretched their necks towards the location where the thunder originated, and made a high-pitched roar, "Ao, oh, oh—" "Ao, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" "Ao, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" "Ao, oh, oh, oh, oh"

"Ao,,,ao,ao—" Wolf howls come one after another, lifting up the blood moon gradually turning red in the sky. This is the predator expressing respect to the predator. As the top of the grassland food chain, they are used to respecting and appreciating the strong.

"Boom, rumbling, rumbling" the sound of horse hooves gathered into a **, instantly swallowing up all the noise outside. Under the scarlet blood light, Zhao Tianlong rode a yellow-fat horse, his body was low, and the long sword in his hand swept backwards like a swallow's wings.

The cavalry of the Black Stone Guerrillas followed him closely, and their movements were neatly like a sculpture drawn out. Later, Shao Yong and his command had just formed a cavalry battalion of the 93rd Regiment, which had not been fully formed for a short time. The formation was slightly scattered than the former, but each soldier tried hard to control the mount, trying to adjust his body posture according to the requirements of normal training, and extend the long sword sideways and rear sideways, slantingly, like a young eagle spreading its wings.

It's so bizarre, so lucky. Everyone's experience tonight can definitely be written into storytelling. The Japanese really want to break the Qijin River Bridge and put the 93rd Regiment to death. If it weren't for the enemy's planes before the leader Qi and Captain Zhang, everyone would have been doomed this time. However, the Japanese were so lucky that they took the initiative to send it to the other side of the hill when they stopped to play. This was a beautiful thing that was awakened by laughter in their dreams. It was a good opportunity. If people didn't know how to grasp it, they would have abandoned it.

Luck brings not only surprises, but also confidence in victory. Inspired by the belief in victory, the more the cavalry ran, the more calm the movements were, the more tacit the cooperation between people and horses became, and the more they became more and more in tune with each other. The results of long-term hard training were finally reflected in this moment. While running at high speed, more than 200 Chinese cavalry gradually merged into a coordinated whole, gradually stretched into a huge spear, shining cold light.

There was no shouting, no horn sound, only the storm that rushed towards the face, mixed with the rumbling sound of horse hooves and strong murderous aura, piercing the Japanese's hearts in the air.

"Enemy attack." Looking blankly as the Chinese cavalry rushed into front of him for more than 100 meters, Matsumoto Daisuke opened his throat and let out a shrill scream. Then, his scream was swallowed up by the messy shooting sound. He could not wait for him, the squadron leader, to issue an order. The first group of Japanese soldiers who reacted pulled the trigger and shot wildly at the "spike" that stabbed in a rush.

"Bang, Bang, Bang." Most of the bullets fired by the Japanese soldiers in panic fell into the air, and only a handful of bullets hit the "spear", splashing a series of dazzling scarlets. However, the speed of the entire spear did not slow down at all. It continued to fly forward against the tip of the grass, flying faster and faster, and faster.

Accelerate, accelerate, continue to accelerate, Zhao Tianlong, who was rushing to the front of the team, did not make any pauses. Fatty Zhang, who formed the array eyes, followed closely behind Zhao Tianlong, did not issue any instructions. According to the rules repeatedly emphasized during normal training, the only thing the cavalry could do at this time was to press their bodies tightly behind the horse's neck, continue to accelerate, accelerate, and squeeze out all the speed of the war horse, and use speed to exchange for survival opportunities in exchange for final victory.

The distance of more than 200 meters is only enough for the horse to gallop for thirteen or four seconds. The relatively dark moonlight, the ever-changing terrain and the movement speed of the horse will have an extremely adverse impact on the enemy's aim.

In fact, the one that had a greater impact on soldiers than the above items was the psychological pressure caused by the horses when they stepped on their heads. The first wave of shooting did not see the result. Many Japanese soldiers did not try to pull the bolt again. They immediately took out the bayonet and rushed to the front of the barrel. Although the war horses were more than a hundred meters away from them, it was enough for them to hit one or two more rounds.

There were only a few crooked hands, and they were still trying to cause trouble for the Chinese cavalry, but the cooperation between the chief and deputy shooters suddenly became extremely unfamiliar. The shortcomings of the Japanese deficiencies in the industrial heritage were also exposed in the hasty shooting. The anxious gunshots lasted for only five or six seconds before they stopped abruptly. The main shooter of a machine gun turned his head and cursed at the deputy shooter who was responsible for loading the bullets. The main shooter and deputy shooter of another machine gun picked up the kettle and hit the gun hard, trying to pull the stuck bullets out of the barrel as quickly as possible and fired again. There were several machine gunners who had not fired any bullets so far. They bowed their bodies and continued to run along the hillsides on both sides of the team, trying to find the best shooting point, and then caught the Chinese cavalry off guard.

"Baga, waste, waste that grows up with bran." Matsumura Daisuke took two steps in a row to catch up with a machine gunner who was sticking out his butt to find a safe shooting location. He kicked the latter over to the ground, grabbed the crooked handle, turned the gun around, and fired wildly at Zhao Tianlong. It was the spear of the entire Chinese cavalry. If it interrupted the spear, the subsequent attack would naturally collapse.

"Dada, dadada, dadada" The bullet reflected several starlight and hit a three-meter distance behind Zhao Tianlong, pushing a guerrilla directly off the mount. Countless horse hooves stepped past him, bringing up strings of bright red flesh and blood. Zhang Songling's face also splashed, instantly burning his eyes red.

However, he did not make any counterattack. He continued to follow Zhao Tianlong and continued to urge the mount to accelerate. The entire cavalry team also turned a blind eye to its own casualties. With the wind, fire, and deep hatred for the Japanese, he continued to accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate until the horse's hooves stepped on the Japanese's head.

Zhao Tianlong's yellow horse was the first to arrive at his destination, with his front hooves falling, and he stepped on a Japanese soldier who turned around to escape and broke his bones. The owner on his back quickly snatched the Chinese long sword with a wide blade, thick back, and with the speed of the horse, he caught another Japanese man's shoulder and cut the latter away with his head and shoulder.

The other three guerrillas entered side by side through the opening that Zhao Tianlong broke through. The Cossack saber in their hands tried their best to stretch down, like cutting crops, cutting down the objects they encountered. The gap in the Japanese team was instantly expanded by more than three times. Countless people around were scared and bravely carried rifles, wolves rushed into the porpoise. More Chinese cavalry rushed in through the gap, waved the Cossack saber, and stopped in place to try to resist the stubborn and turn around to escape. They harvested without any difference. Blood lights sprayed into the air one after another, like gorgeous fireworks.

"Dadadada, dadada, dadadada" machine gun bullets swept over from the side hillside and shot several Japanese soldiers who fled in a panic to the ground. "Baga, don't run around, get out of here, don't block my sight." The squadron leader Matsumura Daisuke's eyes were green, and he greeted the soldiers under his command. No one heard his orders, and even if he heard them, he would not obey. There were too many Chinese cavalrymen rushing over from the hillside. Each person could kill all the Matsumura squadrons. At this critical moment, if you continue to stand in front of the cavalry horses, you are seeking death. As long as you have time to avoid them, the Japanese soldiers will never make other choices.

"Baga, Baga." Matsumura Daisuke roared in anger and tried hard to raise his gun. The Japanese soldiers under his command were short, but the Chinese soldiers were all riding on the horses. If they aimed carefully, they should be able to distinguish the two. However, the too hasty movements made several bullets hit the sky. The unique structure of the crooked slinger was not suitable for standing and shooting. The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and Matsumura Daisuke had no chance to aim calmly.

"Damn it." He stomped his feet depressedly, stopped shooting, and looked for the target again. He saw, under the scarlet moonlight, there was a white horse with obvious Hokkaido bloodline that was particularly eye-catching. He quickly aimed at the black fat man on the horse's back. Daisuke Matsumura once again clasped his index finger, "Click." A clear sound of a striker falling into the air came from the gun. Unconsciously, the bullets in the bullet bay had been squandered by him.

Zhang Songling didn't know that death was so close to him. He rode a war horse and rushed by under a few blood lights. The body of the Eastern White Horse was instantly dyed half red, like a rolling flame. It was unwilling to stay behind, and it struggled to move its four hooves and chased its kind in the front row. However, whenever it was optimistic about a target and was about to rush over, several steel knives had already fallen one after another, cutting the target into a ball of meat filling.

"Bang" A blood light jumped half a foot high and rolled rapidly in the air. More cavalry rushed past the Japanese corpses, took the horse's head, and looked for new targets to kill. Several Japanese soldiers who had no time to dodge were back to their backs, raised their bayonet rifles and resisted, but were cut by the cavalry at high speed. Soon, their defensive formation appeared. Shao Yong raised the flagpole and patted them, slapped the Japanese who looked like a squad leader and slapped the Japanese squad leader to eat shit. The other cavalry quickly waved their swords and cut the Japanese soldiers into blood gourds that were spinning in circles.

"Don't stop, chisel, chisel." Zhang Songling tried hard to control the mount under his crotch, turned his head, and shouted loudly to all the cavalrymen.

"Don't stop, chisel them through, chisel them through." Shao Yong, Xu Diding, Dai Wangshan and others gave up the pursuit of the Japanese soldiers beside them like conditioned reflexes, and repeated loudly mechanically.

"Don't stop, chisel them through, chisel them through." The grassroots cadres in the guerrillas and the non-commissioned officers in the cavalry battalion also opened their voices and instantly spread this order throughout the army. In the highly tense battle, the human brain almost stopped thinking, and only cared about following the habits formed during training, unconditionally obeying the orders of the leader. As the orders were repeated, the cavalry team began to accelerate again, just like a killing machine that had just been tuned. Under the guidance of Zhao Tianlong, "boom boom boom" passed through the Japanese team, and corpses were rolled up along the way.

"Puff." Zhao Tianlong slashed the steel knife from behind, chopping the last Japanese soldier in front of him to the ground. The yellow horse rushed through the pool of blood, and his four hooves flew over, as if he was stepping on a ball of fire. Under the command of the master on his back, it adjusted its angle in the running and quickly turned right. Its whole body was like gliding, cutting out a half arc on the tip of the grass, turning around and stepped towards another group of Japanese left at the edge of the cavalry's attack range.

"Change the formation, the two dragons swing their tails." Zhang Songling's voice sounded again, and was then repeated by the officers and soldiers around him.

"Change the formation, change the formation, and the two dragons swing their tails." "Change the formation, change the formation, change the formation, and the two dragons swing their tails." Shao Yong and Zheng Xiaobao repeated, swinging the military flags in their hands in the air. The guerrillas and cavalry battalions turned one after another. One continued to follow Zhao Tianlong and Zheng Xiaobao, and the other followed Zhang Songling and Shao Yong, flipped over from the tail of the enemy team that had been chiseled, and each rushed towards the enemy closest to them.

I saw with my own eyes that my accomplices turned into incomplete corpses within ten seconds. The Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield suffered a mental blow that was unimaginable. No one tried to make an ineffective struggle, either throwing down his weapons, fleeing to the grass on both sides of the battlefield, or kneeling in the pool of blood of his companions, waiting for death. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were even scared to pee on the spot, and their legs were used to force themselves to move their feet.

The Chinese cavalry who returned to the battlefield quickly swept across the battlefield like two dragons. Wherever they passed, whether they were escaping from their lives, waiting to die or being scared to death, they were cut off with one knife. In just a few more seconds, the entire battlefield was swept away by the cavalry. Apart from the few lucky people, the Chinese cavalry could no longer find more alive Japanese wherever they looked.

As one of the lucky few Japanese devils who had caused several casualties to the guerrillas, Matsumura Daisuke half-kneeled behind a stone and rushed to press bullets into the machine gun magazine, but he could not press into the first magazine. His body was trembling, and his hands and feet were shaking like epilepsy. In his mouth, he kept sending out **s like trapped beasts, "No, not, not, not, not!"

"It's over, go home." The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong ran forward with compassion, first slapped the machine gun in the man's hand with the flagpole, then rode his horse and dodged a few meters away, and stopped drinking from a high place.

Xu Diding and Dai Wangshan ran over one after another, one by one, one by one, one by one, and the other one by one, a Japanese samurai sword that was cut in half.
Chapter completed!