Why is it so brittle? buried in the snow, frozen in the ice, dry in the wind? It's like the beautiful big radish in my heart, and like the crispy croissants that are ripe in the sand!

Syllable...... With a crisp sound, the heavy sapper shovel cut directly into the skull, how could it be so inch, just cut into the bone crack, and the last half of the skull was pried open. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The crazy Cossack's eyes were black, but the head hammer had already been used, and the inertia had already formed, and his hard skull still hit Shimazu Asuka's head.

This time the power of the head hammer is far less than the previous three times, but this time the lethality is greater, because the back of the head was lifted by the Oroqen young man, the forehead hit, the inertia rushed and rebounded together, and the whole ** was sprayed out.

Poof...... It's like a bucket of tofu brain being splashed in the air, which is mixed with countless red and bright spicy oil!

This spray was all sprayed on the soldiers in the trenches, and the little Oroqen brother was directly sprayed in the face! He didn't like to bury it, and directly wiped it with his hands.

"Oh fuck! fuck...... Salty!"

Wow, the whole shooting trench was vomited, and all the food that had been eaten last week was vomited.

Shimazu Asuka doesn't know how long the time has passed, he should have been hit with a slight concussion, drowsy, headache, and annoyed and wanted to vomit, but he is a real samurai of the Shimazu family, what kind of ability is it to vomit on the battlefield, and he must not let the waste of the Maori family laugh to death!

"I can't vomit, I must not vomit...... his eyes finally focused on the focal length, and he reached out to wipe the blood on his eyelids.

The dead body of the Rakshasa ghost was lying on his stomach in front of him, the back of his head was completely hollow, and all the ** was sprayed on the brothers' bodies, and the little Cossack soldier who saved his life was completely at a loss with an innocent look "Salty! I really didn't lie to you......"

Wow, Shimazu Asuka couldn't hold back anymore, and he spit it out.

The real war is not a drama on the stage, there are no clean costumes for you to wear, there is no tea and snacks for you to prepare backstage, all you hear is fighting and explosions, all you see with your eyes are stumps and broken arms, and all you smell with your nose is a fishy stench.

After spitting three times in a row, Shimazu Asuka suddenly realized in his mind that this was a battlefield, a place of life and death, where could he have the opportunity to think wildly, and he yelled viciously, "Get up! Where is ......the enemy?

At this time, the battlefield was already empty and in disarray, the positions blown up by the enemy were smoking, and the corpses of men and horses were laid out on the empty snow.

Badly wounded Cossacks rolled and wailed in pools of blood, and helpless horses circled around the corpse of their master. Further east, a group of Cossack backs was converging with the enemy farther afield, and the battle ended in less than forty minutes, with the Cossack cavalry regiment slaughtering through the line.

"...... Hastily!" Shimazu Asuka desperately slashed sandbags with a knife in his hand, "I still let the enemy escape!" Why did I get knocked over? Why didn't I kill a few more enemies......

The trumpets sounded in the distance, and the order to clean up the battlefield and continue to hold on was conveyed, and countless soldiers suddenly jumped out of the entire defensive position.

The volunteers gathered the ownerless horses on the battlefield and concentrated them in the rear, and the Cossacks in the pool of blood were killed with a bayonet, regardless of whether they were slightly or seriously wounded.

"Count the number of kills and wounded! Leave no one alive, Lao Tzu has no food to feed them...... All slaughtered!All slaughtered!" Mori Ichigen was holding a sword on the side to direct the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and when he turned his head, he saw the old man Shimazu Asuka.

"Brother, how many did you kill?"

Shimazu Asuka shook his head, "I forgot everything, I forgot everything, I met a madman who almost died with a head hammer...... These Cossacks are really not people, they are all beasts!"

Recalling the short battle just now, a look of horror appeared on Maori Kazumoto's face: "Yes! When I came from Japan, I thought I was the bravest warrior in the world, and our bushido was invincible, at least mentally!"

"I've thought more than once that our bushido is nothing more than a weapon as sharp as the Westerners, and if we also have the magical memory of the Westerners called technology, plus our bushido to arm our minds, how powerful do you think we will be?"

Shimazu Asuka sighed, "Yes, at that time I naively thought that as long as we armed our minds with bushido and our hands with the latest Western technology, we would be invincible!"

"The reunification of Japan is not a dream, and it can be easily achieved by respecting the king, and even the dream of Toyotomi Hideyoshi in Sekihaku to unify Korea can be easily done, and even we can taste whether the apples in the Central Plains are sweet and ......delicious."

"And now I understand, everything is just my delusion, there are not many strong armies in that nation in this world, and their strength is completely beyond what we can imagine!"

"Tsarist Russia is not the world's No. 1 army, but its combat effectiveness is already so strong! What should the elite troops of France, the world's No. 1 army, look like? How strong will the main fleet of the British Royal Navy be?"

"There is also Prussia that has just risen, and even the new Chinese army that can fight side by side with Prussia! God knows how strong those pure Chinese veterans must be on the main island of the Ryukyus......

The battle of the rise of the Far East, the impact on these Fuso warriors was very great, when they came out of the self-styled island country, the first battle encountered the world's strongest army, the Russian Cossack Cavalry Regiment.

This shock was directly seared into their bone marrow, and the number of times the Fuso warriors bragged significantly after this battle, and their proud and arrogant hearts finally settled.

"Report to the chief, the preliminary statistics of the battlefield are out...... The enemy left three hundred and eighty corpses, and we lost one hundred and twenty!"

Hiss...... The two of them gasped and said in unison, "Is it just a little left? It can't be so little, right?" The soldier said with a bitter face, "I've counted it twice, it's so much......"

At this moment, in the northeast of the battlefield, there was a faint cheer, and when I raised my binoculars, I saw that the two groups of Cossacks had converged.

There were still more than 150 people left in the first battalion, and more than 620 people were added in the follow-up, and the enemy had nearly 800 troops pierced into the soft belly of the volunteers.

Eight hundred against forty thousand seems to have a huge disparity in strength, but due to the special situation of the Volunteer Army, the entire 40,000 army is now all infantry, and only the cavalry led by Ye Qiu is considered a mobile force, and two legs against four legs are inherently weak.

"How can this be fought? This is just the vanguard, and there are 20,000 Cossacks behind, so how can we resist it!" At that moment, even the samurai of Fuso were terrified.