Chapter 4 Reunion (Nine Part 1)

"Heaven, the First Cavalry Division, Commander Yan sent out the First Cavalry Division." Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion standing beside Lao Qi, kept gasping for air, and the soldiers of the Jin army chasing behind Zhao Tianlong were overwhelming. It was roughly estimated that the total number may exceed 5,000. Such a large-scale cavalry could not be found in the entire sequence of the National Revolutionary Army. In the Jinsui clique, only by following Yan Xishan's old qualifications to start a family can the new Seventh Army of the National Revolutionary Army be able to produce it.

"The First Cavalry Division, the First Cavalry Division, the First Cavalry Division is here to pick us up. No, the First Cavalry Division's goal is us." On the Najin River Bridge, the first cavalry soldiers who arrived first to open the way for the brothers of the regiment were in chaos. The First Cavalry Division is one of the top elites in the Jinsui Division. However, this elite team was not here to kill the Japanese. In front of everyone, they raised the butcher knives to Zhao Tianlong and others. The famous guard squad had a little riding skill and was caught by a small group of Jin troops who rushed to the front. In a blink of an eye, they cut into meat sauce. The other two guards heard the screams behind them and turned around to fight. They lifted the sabers and were submerged in a steel jungle. The blood shone more than half a foot high in the sunlight.

"I'm fighting with you." Zhao Tianlong was so angry that his eyes were about to break, he turned his head and pulled the trigger at the pursuers. "Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping bullets, pointing the six Jin cavalry closest to him one by one.

Unexpectedly, his gunshot technique was so accurate, and the pursuers behind him immediately stopped. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Tianlong quickly turned the gun and shouted to other surviving brothers while shooting, "Don't be in love with the battle, get closer to me, get closer to me, let's rush out together."

Four more Shanxi Sui army cavalry were pushed off the horse by bullets. The surviving guard squad soldiers took the opportunity to adjust their direction and quickly approached Zhao Tianlong. However, before they could meet with Zhao Tianlong, the Jin army behind them had recovered their morale from the attack, raised their saber high, and rushed forward.

"Pingpong, Pingpong, Pingpong" Zhao Tianlong's two box cannons in his hand opened their own bows, shooting the cavalry chasing one by one. However, there were too many pursuers, and the two box cannons could play very limited roles. Soon, a clear sound of a striker hitting the air came from his ears. The box cannon's magazine was empty, and the enemy's sabre was already close.

"Good come." Zhao Tianlong inserted the box cannon into his waist and pulled out a wide-back machete. The Najin River Bridge was filled with cavalry of the 93rd Regiment. Even if he could rush over, he would not have the chance to cross the river safely, not to mention that at this moment, there were half a squad of brothers behind him.

The other guerrilla warriors who came closer quickly drew out their sabers and turned their mounts. They were all cavalrymen, and the cavalry could not leave their backs to their opponents. Even if the number of opponents was one thousand times theirs, the only one who met them was the sharp blade.

"Enough seeds." The dozens of Jin soldiers chasing the front were stunned again, and immediately slowed down, adjusted their formation, and prepared to wipe out Zhao Tianlong and others in one fell swoop. At this critical moment, a violent sound of machine guns suddenly sounded on the bridge. "Dada, dada, dadada" two crooked handles spit out angry fire snakes, and threw all the war horses surrounding Zhao Tianlong and others to the ground.

"Don't love to fight, cross the bridge quickly." Zhang Songling stood on the bridge with a crooked hand, his eyes were covered in blood. In the Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade, the one who was closest to him was the little soldiers of the police squad. He could call out the nickname of each of them, knowing where each person was, and there were a few people in his family. However, these young and enthusiastic little guys were chopped into meat sauce under his nose. They did not die under the sword of the Japanese, but at the hands of his own compatriots, the first cavalry division of the Seventh Group of the Jinsui Army.

"Captain Zhao crosses the bridge first, everyone survives first before they can find an opportunity to pay off the blood debt." Next to another crooked hand, the commander of the cavalry battalion, Shao Yong, hoarsely, his face full of tears. He is from Shanxi, and his natural Jin system, and in his bloodline, he has an inseparable sense of intimacy with the First Cavalry Division. However, when he saw his partners fighting side by side die one by one under the sword of the First Cavalry Division, he could no longer suppress his anger and followed Zhang Songling and raised a machine gun.

The other cadres and soldiers of the 93rd Regiment were also full of righteous indignation. Just two hours ago, these little guys from the guerrillas were squatting behind the same sandbag with everyone and killed the Japanese side by side. Now, the First Cavalry Division raised the butcher knife toward them. Could it be that the guys from the First Cavalry Division were not Chinese? Or did everyone kill the Japanese wrongly before, so they deserved to be enforced by the Second War Zone.

"Get out of the way and take Captain Zhao and the others over." The voice of Qi Wei, the commander of the 93rd Regiment, rang out on the bridge, and every word was crying. "The machine gun company was deployed along the coast, and the artillery company was deployed on the spot. All light machine guns filled me with bullets and aimed at the first cavalry division. If they dared to chase forward, they would rattle them."

"Turn them, urn them." The brothers of the 93rd Regiment near the bridge raised their weapons and aimed at the opposite side of Zhao Tianlong and others. The heavy machine gun was quickly mounted on the east bank of the river. Su Zhi Zero's Type 9 mountain cannon took off his cannon suit, aimed at the bridgehead, and dozens of crooked handles and grenade launchers. They pointed at the first cavalry without hesitation, ready to spit out the rage of revenge at any time.

A sense of grief and anger suddenly rose from both sides of the Najin River and rushed straight to the bullfighting. The Jin cavalry, who had been chasing Zhao Tianlong and others, who had been chasing like a child, were afraid of losing. They turned their mounts and retreated. Further away, thousands of cavalry rushed up and formed a formation with the retreaters, slowly unfolding along the river beach. The sharp blades were densely packed, like the teeth of the devil's lips stretched out.

Facing thousands of enemy troops, Zhao Tianlong still did not retreat, sitting upright on the back of the yellow horse, holding up the steel knife in his hand. He was Zhao Tianlong, the captain of the second squadron of the Black Stone Guerrillas. His brothers were still lying under the enemy's horse's hooves. He had to find the brothers back and return to the team, even if they were torn to pieces with them.

However, the cavalry on the opposite side did not launch an attack immediately. After arranging the formation, they quickly divided a passage. A white guy came out on a tall horse. He didn't even look at Zhao Tianlong, who was standing with a sword, and shouted straight to the crowd on the bridge, "The 93rd Regiment is coming from the opposite side. Please speak. I am Zhao Rui. I have been waiting for your troops here for a long time under the orders of Commander Yan."

"The 93rd Regiment is coming from the opposite side. I am Zhao Rui. I have been waiting here for a long time under the orders of Commander Yan." Dozens of Jin soldiers opened their voices together and repeated Zhao Rui's voice over and over again.

"Zhao Rui." The regiment commander Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, and a familiar face flashed quickly in front of him. He was a professional and one of the young and strong officers who was optimistic about Commander Yan. He served as a regiment-level staff officer. He had no military achievements that could be remembered, nor had any experience in fighting independently commanding the battle. However, he had climbed to the position of the division commander and left him far behind.

After all, the regiment commander Lao Qi was hesitant and started a war with the First Cavalry Division. He had no chance of winning. However, the guerrilla brothers were killed by the First Cavalry Division without any concern. After getting a step, he immediately went to Zhao Rui to reminisce about the past.

While hesitating, a reminder from the communication battalion commander Wang Zhi suddenly came to his ears, "Team Commander, Morikawa United are behind us, less than half a day away."

"Ah, I know." Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, his expression on his face became hesitant. With the help of the traitor, the Morikawa United kept biting behind the 93rd Regiment. The distance between the two sides was not more than a hundred miles. If the 93rd Regiment did not seize the time to cross the river, even if the cavalry division on the opposite side did not take action, it would end up with annihilation.

"Cluster, should we negotiate with the people on the other side first? What happened just now may be a misunderstanding. As far as I know, Commander Zhao is not the kind of person who is unkind." A famous staff officer took the opportunity to come forward and tentatively suggested to Lao Qi. Although his voice was not high, he said: "It happened that Zhang Songling and Fang Guoqiang could hear it."

"Yes, the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman is profitable. Now he fights with the first cavalry division, which will only make the Japanese aids cheaper!"

"Yes, no matter how you say it, our Jinsui is also a family. Commander Zhao may not be willing to offend you and Commander Fu too harshly." Other staff members spoke one after another, and persuaded Lao Qi to take a step back from various angles to broaden the sky.\

"You guys!" Zhang Songling turned around and glared at everyone fiercely. The reprimanding words were stuck in his throat and could not yell loudly. It is not a big mistake for the staff of the 93rd Regiment to have fantasies. After running on the grassland for so long, both the Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade and the 93rd Regiment had already become the last of their strength. The cavalry division on the opposite side was waiting for their labor, and its troops were three times higher than that on this side. Before the war began, we could clearly see the ending.

"Captain Zhao, come back first, let's start the team first, and then slowly calculate with the cavalry division in the future." Fang Guoqiang was also so angry that he was so angry that he knew that this moment was definitely not the time to have a dispute with the 93rd Regiment. Without the latter's cooperation, the Black Stone Guerrillas had no strength to resist the crazy attack of the cavalry division. Even if they were fighting with the opponent, there was no possibility of any chance.

Hearing the order from behind, Zhao Tianlong was stunned and quickly turned around. He saw the hesitation on Captain Qi's face and the anxiety on Fang Guoqiang's face. However, what he could see more clearly was the anger in the eyes of his brothers. Most of the cavalry in the guerrillas were taught step by step. It was his robes and his disciples. The disciples were cut into meat sauce by others. How could he, as a master, remain indifferent? How could he ignore the bright red blood stains?

"Brother Long, come back, we will figure out the accounts with the First Cavalry Division sooner or later." Zhang Songling quickly weighed the importance of this, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted word by word, "Revenge must be avenged, but it should never be avenged at this moment. If he fights with the First Cavalry Division at this moment, it will only give up the Kawata United team that is chasing him. Therefore, as the head of the Black Stone Guerrillas, he must endure it, even if he can endure it so much that his heart is cut.

Hearing Zhang Songling's helplessness, the regiment commander Lao Qi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly cleared his throat and added loudly, "Captain Zhao, please withdraw first, let me ask me about the purpose of the first cavalry division. Don't worry, I will give an explanation to the dead brothers, I swear."

"Call me," Zhao Tianlong turned a deaf ear to his words, just stared at Zhang Songling blankly, his eyes gradually became colder, "Call you call me back, Captain Zhang, you really called me back, do you see what they did just now? Have you really seen clearly?"

In the last two sentences, he almost yelled. Zhang Songling's heart was bleeding from the question, but he had to grit his teeth and hold on. "Captain Zhao, join the ranks. Your investigation mission has been completed. I order you to join the ranks immediately."

"You!" Zhao Tianlong was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief. His eyes dimmed in his eyes and instantly became as if dead.

"Captain Zhao." Fang Guoqiang quickly walked out of the crowd and reached out to hold Zhao Tianlong's horse's head. He knew what the other party felt, but he had to pull the Huangpiao horse back and create a possibility of "eliminating misunderstandings" for Lao Qi and the confrontational parties.

"You?" Zhao Tianlong was stunned again, lowered his head, and blood slowly oozed out of his eyes.

"Captain Zhao, when you go back, we will take revenge, and we will all go together." Fang Guoqiang pulled the reins of the war horse hard and whispered. He was afraid that Zhao Tianlong would be stubborn at the critical moment and delay the opportunity to "eliminate misunderstandings". However, this time, Zhao Tianlong did not resist at all. He put away the knife and let him pull himself in any direction.

"Captain Zhao, don't worry, Mr. Qi swears to the sky that if you have a chance in the future, you will definitely pull out the guy who ordered you to chase you and dispose of it." The regiment commander Lao Qi, who was slowly walking forward surrounded by guards, felt uncomfortable in his heart. When he passed by Zhao Tianlong, he turned his head and whispered a promise.
Chapter completed!