On the battlefield, the wails of the felled horses and the screams of the soldiers under the hooves are mixed with the sound of sabers clashing with gold and iron, forming a magnificent picture in the setting sun. Under the fierce impact of the cavalry company of the Guards Brigade, dozens of horsemen in the front line were cut off from their horses, while the rest of the bandit army looked at the wind and moved out of the way.

Wang Wensheng fought his way out of the encirclement, returned to the original point, counted the number of people, and seven people failed to come back, and there were only ninety-eight people left in the team of one hundred and ten people! He raised the blood-dripping saber in his hand and said imposingly, "How is it?" Do you dare to come back as a team? ”

"Hahaha, why don't you dare? Again! It was Song Mingmin, the leader of the fourth platoon, who spoke. He gasped slightly, after all, the fight just now was quite strenuous. But it's really red, but it makes his blood come up. Wang Wensheng, who knew a few platoon commanders under him, knew that the Song platoon commander was born to kill pigs before joining the army, and he was not afraid of blood, and he also had the strength of two arms.

Wang Wensheng rode his horse and flew out, raised his sword and shouted: "Before the enemy has turned around, the cavalry company, attack!" ”

His thousands of soldiers and horses allowed a team of more than 100 people to calmly kill, which made Babu Zabu, who was praised by the Japanese as "Genghis Khan's return", a great loss of face. But what made him even more angry was that this group of people actually dared to ride their horses and kill them again!

If it is allowed to succeed again, the blow to morale will be fatal. Therefore, Babu Zabu summoned his loyal arm, Chahan Buhua, who was also the commander of the advance army of the "Qinwang Restoration Army": "Chahan Buhua, you are the pride of the Mongols, it is time to show those damned Han people that you are strong to annihilate this enemy on the other side!" ”

Chahan Buhua, which means "white bullock" in Mongolian, is indeed as powerful as an ox.

This Mongol warrior, who was loyal to Babu Zab, quickly organized hundreds of men. He relied on his brute strength and slammed the saber with Wang Wensheng, who was galloping by.

This is a real showdown in the era of hard weapons! This kind of horse battle tests the superb horseback skills of both sides, the size of their arm strength and the use of strength. At the moment when the fast horses are staggered, with strong inertia, the heavy hilt can cut people in two, and there is no need for how sharp the weapon is. Therefore, many ancient wars describe a head-to-head fight as a round, and by the second round, both sides have to turn their horses' heads, sprint again, and then repeat the first fight. It's a mere contest of power, far from the beauty of literary descriptions.

Fast horses intersected, and the two strong collided, and the swords that collided made a piercing sound of metal rubbing. It wasn't until a hundred steps away that Wang Wensheng realized that the saber in his hand had opened a large gap. When he plunged the saber into the stomach of an unlucky bandit in front of him, the saber finally became stiff enough and broke "Crash".

The two sides passed by, followed by their companions. No matter if you hit or not, whether you cut someone or are cut, there is no chance of turning back.

Platoon Commander Song died in this round of fighting. When the two sides were entangled, he was violently knocked off the saber by the fierce Chahan Buhua, and then at the moment when the horse's speed slowed down, his head was cut off by a fierce bandit army next to him, and he didn't make a sound when he died.

As the enemy eased up and lost the effect of the surprise attack, the second round was the most brutal battle fought by the cavalry company: a platoon leader, including Song Platoon Commander, a squad leader, and thirty-three warriors were laid to rest on this grass.

Wang Wensheng was also slightly wounded, and many other officers and soldiers were also wounded, but in this situation, they could only do a simple bandage, and the main enemy at present was fatigue. Wang Wensheng looked at his comrades-in-arms who were not familiar with him a few days ago, and grinned: "How is it?" Rush again?! ”

Li Debiao said: "Anyway, I'm alone, and I'm not afraid of death, as long as the living brothers burn some incense paper for us at the end of the year." ”

Senior Private Liu Da threw out a handful of sweat and blood, and said slowly: "There are so many brothers here, are you still afraid that it will not be lively?" ”

The best way to face a powerful enemy is to flee! If they can't escape, they can only bravely rush to the branch, disrupt their establishment, and curry favor in the chaos. Otherwise, the end of being surrounded will definitely be worse than taking the initiative to charge! Wang Wensheng understands this truth.

Retreat is possible. In the face of the superior enemy, he has already made two suicidal charges, destroying no less than his own number of people, without merit. No one can say anything, they have proven that they are not cowards, and their task is not to go head-to-head with the enemy on the opposite side!

But this battle still has to be fought! What are the consequences of being fled by this bandit army, the Political Department has made it very clear. As a witness who witnessed the arrogance of the Japanese at Mukden Station and heard the unyielding cry of the young marshal with his own ears, Wang Wensheng had a heartfelt hatred for this group of rebels. To beat the scum of these nations is to slap the Japanese who are the masters behind them. At the same time, Wang Wensheng secretly made a difference in his heart: Even if he is all here today, he will drag them down!

Turn the horse's head, line up the formation, and raise the saber high. Wang Wensheng picked up a saber that had lost its owner from the grass, and still took the lead in rushing towards the enemy formation. His eyes were on Chahan Buhua's position, and his heart was shouting: "Avenge the dead Song platoon leader!" ”

Babu Zab will never understand why this cavalry on the opposite side has a chance to escape, but just gives up the chance to survive? Judging from their fierce performance just now, if the other party retreats, those ruffians on their own side will definitely not dare to chase hard.

They just chose to attack without hesitation!

For a moment, even Babu Zabu, who killed people without blinking, was a little moved, even if it was a devil, he respected the devil.

The hand rises, and the knife falls. Wang Wensheng didn't know how many knives he had chopped out, nor how many people he had killed, anyway, at the moment when he pulled the knife, no bandit army dared to take the edge. His eyes could no longer see the road ahead, for the blood of his enemies, his own, and his comrades was splattered all over his face; Because of the fatigue of continuous combat, his hands were gradually unable to lift, and his waist was gradually unable to straighten. He killed too many people.

Wang Wensheng doesn't know how many times he has dodged black hands, how many sabers have been flying, and how many people's heads have been chopped off. When he rushed out of the enemy line and lay down on the back of his horse and gasped for breath, he did not count at all, and there were still a few people who followed him.

Fourteen, nine out of ten!

There was no time to dismount, and the comrades-in-arms would gather together again. After a short meeting, they decided that they would be loyal to their country and die! No last words, no regrets.