Chapter 4 Reunion (Four Parts)

"Remember not to come to China in the next life." The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong murmured toward the body of Matsumura Daisuke, turned his mount and organized his brothers to clean up the battlefield.

"The elite of the Japanese are just like this." Dai Wangshan rode his horse to catch up with Shao Yong from behind, looking around, and browsing. Before he set off, he was ready for a fierce battle. However, when he really fought with the forward of the Shimura Brigade, he found that the opponent's combat effectiveness was not worthy of his name. From the charge to the present, it was only ten minutes in total. The Japanese squadron with a total of 180 people was cut off by only a limited number of Chinese cavalry than them. Whether it was initially in the war or the subsequent collapse speed, it was shocking.

"After running a hundred miles, they are almost exhausted no matter how good their physical strength is. How could they still perform at a normal level? On the other hand, we have just rested for half an hour, and the people and horses are full of energy." Shao Yong's understanding of the enemy's situation was obviously more careful than the company commander under his command. He thought about it and shook his head and explained in a low voice.

Dai Wangshan was slightly stunned, and then realized that he had been blinded by victory before, but in front of his boss, he didn't want to show his timidity. He grinned embarrassedly and whispered, "Then they should send more scouts to explore the way forward, otherwise, how could they be caught off guard by us?"

"This area has always been deserted. Who would have thought that it would happen to meet us? Besides, if you want to send scouts, the Japanese must have scouts familiar with the road. Otherwise, sending a few waves of people out to wander around is not going to give snacks to the wolves?" Deputy battalion commander Xu Diding also rode his horse to follow him, and when he heard Dai Wangshan's words, he interrupted with a smile.

"That's right, if we were not led by Yunlong, we wouldn't have taken a shortcut from this side. There was no people in a radius of dozens of miles, and it was too wasteland." Dai Wangshan raised his hand and scratched his scalp. The expression on his face became more and more awkward. "The Japanese are lucky, and Fatty Zhang's luck is really good. The whole team has just started to start on the hillside, and there are bright spots of flashlights on the other side of the hillside. Nowadays, except for the Japanese, who is willing to light so many flashlights when walking at night?"

"Good luck is also a kind of strength." Deputy Battalion Commander Xu Diding took over his words and whispered, "On the battlefield, sometimes it depends on who is lucky. If there was no such east wind back then, Sun Quan, Zhou Yu and others would have become prisoners of Cao Cao, and there would be no three-legged tripod later."

"That's right." Dai Wangshan didn't say anything at all. He turned his gaze to Zhang Songling, who was commanding his brothers to clean the battlefield not far away. He looked at his fat black man in his early twenties, and was one round younger than himself. But look at his ability, his calmness, his decisiveness, and his calmness and calmness after the victory, he could simply be described as "monster". Fortunately, this "monster" is a friendly army, not an enemy. Otherwise, if he meets him on the battlefield, his skills are not as good as his luck, and he will not be as good as his luck. Wouldn't he be delivered to the door?

"It's a pity that I couldn't pull Captain Zhang over." Xu Diding's thoughts were similar to Dai Wangshan. With a bit of admiration, the battle won was really neat and clean under Zhang Songling's command. The entire army of Japanese soldiers in a squadron was destroyed, and the losses of the guerrillas and cavalry battalions combined were only slightly injured eleven people, seriously injured four people, and nine people were killed, which looked less than one-fifth of the Japanese.

"That's not true, our regiment commander is almost kneeling down and begging him." Another cavalry company commander walked up and followed Xu Diding's words to make fun of it. Lao Qi's appreciation and appeal to Zhang Songling was obvious to all over the 93rd Regiment, so many people felt sour when they mentioned it, and their words were filled with a jealousy.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense here. If you have that skill, it's better to organize your brothers to pick up more flashlights. We have to walk a long way to the night." The cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong suddenly felt annoyed in his heart. He turned his head, glanced at several subordinates fiercely, and gave a deep command.

"Yes." Xu Diding and others quickly stuck out their tongues, pulled their mounts and ran away quickly. The battalion commander was a little moody recently. Everyone couldn't figure out his pulse, so it would be better to hide away to avoid unintentional disasters.

Looking at the backs of several confidants, the cavalry battalion commander Shao Yong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. He originally thought that the cavalry battalion had learned almost the skills of the Black Stone Guerrillas, but after experiencing tonight's battle, he suddenly realized that the distance between the two sides was still tens of thousands of miles away.

Indeed, in terms of total scale, the cavalry battalion is no less than the Blackstone guerrillas. In terms of equipment and horse quality, it is even better than the former. However, his performance during combat and his brothers' "spirit" are always separated by a glass plate. You can see the other party's back, but no matter how hard you try, you can't touch the corner of the other party's clothes. Especially at the moment when the charge was launched, the entire Blackstone guerrillas felt like a sheathed general, who would never look back without drinking the enemy's blood. However, his cavalry battalion was shot out randomly, which looked quite loud, but the final lethality was very doubtful.

What causes this difference? Is it just because the establishment of the cavalry battalion too short? In any case, Shao Yong, as the battalion commander, dare not accept this excuse. Among the Black Stone Guerrillas, there are also many new recruits brought by Fang Guoqiang from the south, and there are even many men from the martial arts world who have come to join in the recent period, but they are well integrated into one place. In the battle, it is difficult to see the similarities and differences between new recruits and veterans.

The behavior of those men from the world is really incomprehensible. Although the 93rd Regiment is more formal and the treatment is given higher, they would rather bring their own war horses than join the Black Stone Guerrillas, just to have the opportunity to fight side by side with Jiyunlong. It was Jiyunlong. Suddenly, a lightning flashed in Shao Yong's heart. Jiyunlong, he is the soul of the cavalry in front of him. As long as he is there, even if Fatty Zhang can't dig it up, the combat effectiveness of the cavalry battalion can instantly rise to a higher level.

"What's wrong? Why did Captain Shao sigh here alone?" A familiar greeting suddenly came from his ears, which scared Shao Yong and quickly cut off the random thoughts in his mind.

"I, I'm a little tired. The first time I ran so far, no, I'm not very adaptable." As if a thief was caught, he blushed and turned his head over, facing the concerned gaze of Fang Guoqiang.

"It's almost here. According to Captain Zhao's introduction, there is only fifteen or sixteen miles away from the Qijin River Bridge." After a big victory, Fang Guoqiang looked very good. He didn't notice that Shao Yong's face was unnatural. He thought about it and comforted him with a smile.

"Well, I should be able to hold on." Shao Yong responded with guilt, dodging his eyes to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the cleaning work has entered the final stage. The cadres and soldiers of the Blackstone Guerrillas and the 93rd Regiment Cavalry Battalion all jumped off their mounts and carried out their last patrol with knives in a pool of blood. When they saw their brothers who were killed or seriously injured, they carried them out and put them in a clean place, waiting for the health officer to confirm their identity or emergency rescue. During this trip, everyone brought double the war horses, enough to free up some to carry the wounded, and provided all-round treatment after arriving at a safe place.

"Kill the skull to death, kill the skull to death" A slightly injured Japanese soldier cried and crawled out from under the corpse, stretching out his right hand at the cavalry closest to him. The cavalry who was patrolling was startled and then raised his sabre high. "Puff." The blood light splashed on Lao Gao in an instant. The Japanese soldier's arm and neck were cut off, and he died immediately so much that he could not die again. (Note 1)

"Brothers, uh, as long as the brothers who fell into the hands of the Japanese in the past would definitely not be able to come back alive." Shao Yong quickly moved his eyes away from the battlefield, feeling more and more guilty.

Wanderingly slaughtering enemy wounded soldiers seemed to be an act that violated the Geneva Convention. Fang Guoqiang, who has always been rigid, will definitely criticize the cruelty and easy-to-kill cavalry battalion in person, and is unorganized and undisciplined. Unexpectedly, Fang Guoqiang seemed to have never seen the actions of the soldiers of the 93rd Regiment this time. He turned his head and looked at the dark hills nearby and said, "Although the next task is very heavy, when he sets off later, Battalion Commander Shao still ordered the brothers who died on our side to be tied to the horse's back and take them away. The neighborhood is so desolate, let's leave, and the wolves will come over when they smell the smell of blood."

"Yes, yes, I will try my best to arrange it." The commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, nodded repeatedly, and the other party's favorable feelings increased greatly. The hints in the other party's words were already very clear. The vanguard squadron of the Xiacun Brigade just now were the vanguard squadron of the Xiacun Brigade. Next, the brothers had to continue rushing to seize the Qijin River Bridge fifteen miles away, and stay there for at least one morning until the main force of the 93rd Regiment arrived. The task was very heavy and there could not be any accidents. Therefore, they had absolutely no energy to accommodate the wounded soldiers of the Japanese. Once the guerrillas and cavalry camp left, the wolves wandering nearby would come over with the smell of blood. Instead of leaving the wounded soldiers of the Japanese, let the wild wolf bite to death, it would be better to give them a pleasure directly.

"Then you are busy first. I'll go to Fatty Zhang's side and ask if he needs something I do." Fang Guoqiang smiled friendly and instigated his mount to Zhang Songling. The most comfortable thing about partnering with Zhang Songling is that he always gets surprises. Although Fatty's defensive attitude is a little worse, his political stance is sometimes a mess.

Zhang Songling seemed to be infected by Shao Yong at this moment, and looked a little unconscious. Fang Guoqiang greeted him several times, but he didn't get his response. He couldn't help but feel anxious and stretched out his hand and directly reached out to the other party's forehead.

"Bang." "Ah." His arm was hit by the reins on the horse halfway through, and he couldn't help but exclaim. Zhang Songling was also instantly awakened by the screams, blushed, and quickly apologized, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, didn't hurt you, hurry up and roll up my sleeves to take a look."

"Fortunately, hiss, fortunately the one you were holding was not a knife just now." Fang Guoqiang took the air conditioner in pain and asked with a bitter face, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly become treacherous? I just came from Shao Yong's side, and his performance was similar to yours."

"He?" Zhang Songling raised his eyes and looked at Shao Yong, then lowered his voice to respond, "I guess he is wondering now, how could the Japanese have mastered the position of the Ninety-Third Regiment so clearly?"

"The Japanese know the specific location of the Ninety-third Regiment." Fang Guoqiang was shocked, and the pain in his arm disappeared in an instant. "Where did you get the news? Are there Chinese people in the prisoners? I haven't seen you catch the prisoners."

"Brothers, find a map from the battlefield." Zhang Songling looked around again, took out a blood-stained map from his arms, and quietly unfolded it in front of Fang Guoqiang's eyes. "The Japanese drew marks on it. This is our current location. This is the bridge on the Qijin River. Here, see if it is the place we camped last night. These places, in recent days, the Japanese drew know all the way to where we are stationed every day."

"Hiss." Fang Guoqiang took another breath, and the expression on his face became very serious in an instant. He finally knew the reason why Zhang Songling was worried before. No matter who it was, he could never keep his mood relaxed when he saw the mark on this map.

The Japanese actually knew the marching route and camping location of the 93rd Regiment very clearly. Apart from the 93rd Regiment itself, only the senior management of the Northern Route Army should have known this information so clearly. After setting off the temporary camp every night, the communication battalion of the 93rd Regiment would use telegrams to contact the Northern Route Army headquarters to report the situation on that day and the next marching plan.

Fu Zuoyi had Japanese spies around him, or in other words, the relevant information about the 93rd Regiment stolen by someone around Fu Zuoyi was sent to another group of people, and then was sold to the Japanese devils by another group of people at the first time. Thinking that the basis of the success of this action plan was the Japanese invaders, and the three parties of the Jin army and the bandits fought each other, rather than the three parties colluding closely with each other, the hairs on Fang Guoqiang's body stood upside down, and the back of his back was cold in an instant.

"What should you do? What are you going to do? Just use the radio station to warn the 93rd Regiment, and then suggest that Lao Qi change the marching route? Is it still too late?"
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