"Kill Jiji!"

"Kill Jiji!"

Miyamoto Naoki swung his knife again.

All the Japanese cavalry rushed forward again.

Sun Desheng also shouted, and rushed up without fear with the Xuefeng sword.

The two sides intertwined again.

Click!

Puff!

A dull and messy voice came.

Someone was hit.

Someone fell to the ground.

Yang Yue was surprised to see Sun Desheng's figure successfully jumped out of the middle of the Japanese cavalry.

He is not dead!

He is not dead!

good!

Very good!

However, his joy was less than three seconds.

With his eyes so sharp that he soon discovered that Sun Desheng was injured. He was stabbed in the waist.

This is completely normal. The Japanese cavalry are not weak either.

Fighting alone, maybe they are not Sun Desheng's opponents.

However, when they rushed up in an organization, Sun Desheng suffered a loss. Moreover, his physical strength was already seriously consumed.

Not only was Sun Desheng's own physical strength consumed, but the physical strength of the war horse under his crotch was also severely consumed.

I don’t know which Japanese slaughtered this sword. However, it was equivalent to killing Sun Desheng. There is no doubt that Sun Desheng has lost his combat effectiveness.

If he continues to kill with the Japanese cavalry at close range, he will be the next one lying in the grass.

Really, there will be no accidents again. There will be no miracles again.

This is a complete battle of strength. There is no need to spend any money.

"How are you?" hurried over.

"I was bitten by the Japanese." Sun Desheng gritted his teeth.

"Let's retreat first."

"good!"

This time, Sun Desheng did not force himself.

After all, he also knew that he was injured. If he continued to fight, he would be a dead end.

He was not willing to accept it before he drove the Japanese out of China.

"You go first, I'll cover!"

"good!"

Sun Desheng took the lead in leaving.

However, Peng Hu's subordinates firmly blocked their way.

They also found that Sun Desheng was injured. How could Sun Desheng leave at this time? Now is the best opportunity to kill Sun Desheng! How could they miss it?

At the same time, the Japanese cavalry behind them also pressed up step by step. The speed was not fast, but the surrounding was not airtight.

"Fight with the Japanese!" Sun Desheng cheered up and waved the Xuefeng sword.

"No!" Yang Yue refused.

"We are surrounded..."

"See my orders!"

Yang Yue had to take a stern face.

Only then did Sun Desheng put away Xue Feng's knife in disappointment.

"Listen to my orders and use a gun!" Yang Yue said in a deep voice, "Let's turn our horses and attack the Japanese cavalry!"

"Why?"

"You can't let the Japanese cavalry shoot behind your back!"

"oh!"

Sun Desheng nodded.

He understood this.

Facing a head-on rush, the possibility of being hit by a bullet is not high.

Because both sides rush to each other, no matter who shoots, they will be under tremendous psychological pressure and their skills are often inaccurate.

You know, it only takes a few seconds at most to rush to you.

Once the speed of the war horse is pulled up, the 100-meter sprint will be in a few seconds.

If you shoot, if you hit, the other party will also collide with you under the influence of inertia.

If you fail to hit, it will be even more miserable. The opponent's saber will pass by your body the next moment.

Or cut off your head.

Or it hits your body.

Therefore, cavalry hedging and bullets really don't have much effect.

Relatively speaking, if you shoot from behind and chase the enemy, your hit rate will be much higher because there is no psychological pressure.

You cannot give your back to the enemy.

This is an iron rule.

Unless you want to die.

"Get ready!" Yang Yue said calmly.

Sun Desheng took out his wrench gun.

This is the only way to use it at close range.

The firing rate of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is still slow.

Yang Yue handed him a flower mechanism.

Sun Desheng reached out to take it.

Place the magazine at the same time.

It is related to your wealth, life, so of course I dare not take it lightly.

Yang Yue took a deep breath himself. This time, he might really be stubborn. He was indeed not sure at all.

Haven't trained seriously before.

It's too late to cram the moment now.

But don't regret it.

If you die, you will die.

Before dying, you must kill a few Japanese.

"How about it?"

"Well enough!"

"attack!"

Yang Yue grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards the Japanese cavalry first.

Miyamoto Naoki pointed his sabre, and the Japanese cavalry rushed over with shouts.

They still use knives.

The bolt-action rifle fires too slowly.

You don't have the chance to fire a second shot. It's not as practical as a saber.

Yang Yue firmly pressed against the horse's back.

The eyes are looking at the enemy from the side of the horse's head.
To be continued...