Chapter 3 Vertical and Horizontal (3 Below)

Knives like walls. People are like tigers. Zhao Tianlong with a platoon of fighters. Rampage through the ranks of the Mongol puppet army.

The Mongol puppet soldiers under the command of Zhenguo Gong have been riding horses since they began to learn to walk. Almost everyone is a first-class rider. However, in the face of such a wall of knives moving at high speed. Most of them chose to back down. No way. No one was born with three heads and six arms. Can't cope with so many steel knives at the same time. Even if you can get away with your excellent riding skills, you can get away with fighting each other. It will also be cut into meat pieces by steel knives on the left and right sides. There is no hope of disengaging the enemy alive again.

There are also a few who are not intimidated by the momentum of the knife wall. Bao Yin, the chief of the palace guards, is one of them. Pulled the mount a little bit away. He slammed the horse's lower abdomen. Holding a Japanese-made cavalry sword. Straight to the left edge of the knife wall.

"Irumo Dragon. If you have the ability, you can go head-to-head with Lao Tzu. Single-handedly." He shouted loudly as he desperately urged his crotch mount to pick up speed, but his eyes remained fixed on the guerrilla fighter at the far edge of the left side of the knife wall, ready to find a breakthrough from the side.

"Irumo Dragon. Irumo Dragon." The other four palace guards were alerted by Bao Yin. While shouting Zhao Tianlong's nickname. While urging the mount to follow behind Bao Yin. It is not easy to break through the knife wall from the very center. From the end, it may not be impossible to find a place to put it down. After all, the number of guerrillas who rushed over was limited. The wall of knives consists of only a thin layer.

"Turn right. It's like we train normally." Zhao Tianlong didn't care about the other party's provocation at all. Calmly gave the order to turn." Yes." The brethren responded loudly. Centered on Zhao Tianlong. The horse on the right slows down slightly. The speed of the war horse on the left steadily increases. The movements are a little stiff. But never mud and water. The whole team made a minus 30-degree spin at high speed. Like a file, he greeted Baoyin, who came to die.

"Irumo Dragon. Irumo Ryu ....... "Baoyin, who is used to fighting alone, has never seen this tactic. The clamor has changed its tone. But the man and the horse didn't have time to change direction. By inertia, he plunged headlong into the left flank of the knife wall. The sixth-to-last warrior on the left flank raised his hand and gave a knife. The fifth-to-last warrior on the left flank raised his hand and gave him a knife. The fourth-to-last warrior on the left flank raised his hand and gave him a knife. The third-to-last fighter on the left flank raised his hand. But the knife fell into the void. The chief of the palace guard, Baoyin, screamed and planted under the horse. Anterior chest from low to high. Three half-foot-long cuts appeared in turn. Blood gushes out like a spring.

"Ahh While waving a steel knife indiscriminately to block it. While desperately pulling the reins of the war horse. They don't want to follow in the footsteps of Baoyin. And yet this stupid move. But it made their fate even more miserable. The war horse under the crotch was strangled and raised its front hooves. Overwhelmed. The knife wall on the opposite side was pushed flat without pause. Push them off the horse one by one. Chop into a ball of pureed meat.

"The wounded retreated to the second row. Stay in formation. Keep crushing." Zhao Tianlong took a deep breath. A deep roar.

"Stay in formation. Keep crushing."" Stay in formation. Keep crushing." The guerrilla fighters loudly repeated the orders of the squadron leader. Adjust mount speed. Make up for the gaps that have just appeared in the team. Continue to push forward at high speed.

The two guerrilla fighters who had been wounded in the previous fight with Bao Yin and others took the initiative to slow down their horses. Hides his body behind the wall of knives. Because of the combined force against the enemy. The wounds on their bodies are not too big. There is also enough stamina to advance and retreat with the whole team.

The time for split-attack tactics and wall formation training is a bit short. Among all the fighters of the guerrillas. Only the thirty or so people around him barely met the minimum requirements. But it is more than enough to use these novices who barely meet the standard to deal with the puppet army under the command of Zhenguo Gong. After all, the latter has just experienced a fiasco. Many of the people in the team were herdsmen who had just been forcibly conscripted.

There is no external interference. The guerrilla offensive paused for only a second or two. It's going to start again. The warriors shoulder to shoulder. Horse's head next to horse's head. Steel knife held high. Go hand in hand. There are only about thirty people. The momentum is like a thousand troops.

No puppet army dared to come forward to provoke. All those who stand in the way of the wall of knives. They can't wait to get their mounts off the way. Retreat to both sides of the knife wall. It's too late to retreat. Then turn the horse's head as fast as possible. Give your back to the partisans. Running for your life. Don't try to run the fastest. I just want to be able to run past my companions.

The partisans chased after them from behind. Calmly harvest the heads of those who have no time to flee with a steel knife. The usual life-for-life cavalry duel suddenly became extremely simple. The unfortunate Mongol puppet army did not even have the courage to resist. Hold your head. Stick your head to the saddle. Slaughtered. And the puppet soldiers on both sides of the sword wall did not hesitate to continue to hide in the distance. I'm afraid to hide a little slower. He became the next target to be slaughtered.

"Turn left. Goal Bolig. Pay attention to the formation." Zhao Tianlong didn't have the heart to waste time on the little miscellaneous fish who had lost their fighting spirit. Blade pointed at Zhenguo Gong Bao Lige. The order to change the formation is issued again.

The knife wall in high-speed movement changes direction again. Left flank protrusion. The right wing dragged behind. Under the terrified gaze of the puppet army. I made an adjustment close to a positive 90 degree angle.

This move is much more difficult than the previous one. So much so that there was a noticeable break on the right half of the knife wall. But the partisans soon realized the problem. Remind each other. Makes up for the shortcomings. And the surrounding Mongolian puppet army didn't even have the courage to stop it. The opportunity for a counteroffensive was missed in vain.

"Keep up." Zhao Tianlong said hello loudly again. Instigation of mounts. Slowly pressed towards the town of the country Gong Bao Lige. The whole wall of knives is under his command. At the same speed, it is crushed forward without hurrying. Previously on the left side of the knife wall. The puppet soldiers who were secretly glad that they didn't become a chopping block only then found out that a catastrophe was coming. Screamed. Betake oneself to one's heels.

The partisans pushed the rout. Continue to approach Bollig. Encounter any obstacles. Whether it's a man or a war horse. Unified knife chopping. In the process of moving forward. They slowly became familiar with the tactics they had just practiced for a short time. In the process of moving forward. Their faith grew stronger and stronger. Higher and higher. Slowly reach the apex.

The herders, who had just been forcibly conscripted for just over a month, were completely devastated. Scramble to flee the battlefield. The leaders of the puppet army, who are relatively well-trained, try to avoid the front of the knife wall. Don't dare to run too fast. Don't dare to run too far. so as not to be severely punished by military law after the war. The Mongol positions suddenly became fragmented. Everywhere there are routs trying to escape. Everywhere there are war horses that can't find their owners. Whoever accidentally falls off the mount. will quickly be trampled into a pile of meat puree.

Chaotic scenes. It has caused great disturbance to both the enemy and the enemy. Many puppet armies don't want to use the mantis arm as a car at all. But because it was too late to escape. In a daze, he became a ghost under the knife. More puppet soldiers and ownerless mounts became the "pioneers" of the guerrillas, who were pushed by the wall of knives and flocked to the Zhenguo Gong Bao Lige and his cronies. Squeezed the cronies to the back.

"Top up. Climb on top of me." Zhenguo Gong Bao Lige even had red eyes. Not just because of fear. More because of shame. This group of Mongol cavalry in hand. It was an important basis for him to bargain with the Japanese. Although the combat effectiveness is not satisfactory . But at least it's worth mentioning quantitatively. Who would have thought that he would always talk about the superiority of troops. Under guerrilla strikes . It turned into a big joke completely. Four times the number of enemies. But he couldn't hold on for even ten minutes. It was completely washed away. Whatever means he wields. They can no longer be organized.

"Top. I can't stand it. Hurry up and retreat to Taijun's side." The relatively experienced old Merlin Tengger came to Baolige's side. Loudly suggested." Taijun. There are a lot of guns on Taijun's side. OK. You can stop them with a gun."

"Gun .." Paulig was stunned. Then let out a wild roar." Machine gun. Let Fujita Taijun quickly sweep with a machine gun. Kill them all with a machine gun. Go. You hurry up and talk to Fujita Taikun. Let him have no scruples."

"He. . . He ........ "Old Merlin looked at his master dumbfounded. The legs didn't move in the slightest. Both sides have been stirred up like this. How can you use a machine gun casually .. A shuttle of bullets swept down. I'm afraid that nine and a half of the ten who fell were their own.

"Go. What are you doing in a daze. Hurry up." Bao Lige didn't care how many puppet soldiers would die when the machine gun hit. The vast majority of those fellows were his shepherd slaves. It's not worth as much as a good horse. And lost the support of the Japanese. I'm afraid he will even give away his ranch and the state mansion to others.

Old Merlin is loyal to Bao Lige, the prince of Zhenguo. But he was not loyal enough to invite the Japanese devils to slaughter his own compatriots on his behalf. One last glance at the frenzied Paulig. Resolutely shouted at the guards. I'm going to stop the Irumo Dragon. You escort Grandpa Guo to the Japanese. If the Japanese can't stop it. Just leave quickly. We have a chance for revenge in the future."

Say it. Dial the mount. Rushing forward against the flow of people fleeing for their lives. Gray hair blown up by the wind. It was as if there were countless white silk threads flying in the air.

"Where are you going. Stop." Paulig was enraged by Old Merlin's last glance before he turned around. Pick up the king eight box. Gesturing at the man's back. The personal guards rushed up and grabbed his gun. Carry him back towards the Japanese. Retreat on the side. While constantly looking back at the back of old Merlin. I can't tell whether it's admiration or regret in my eyes.

"I. I'm going to shoot you. Shoot you." Zhenguo Gong Bao Lige struggled. Loud threats. But it doesn't work. Carried by the guards. Forcibly carried into the positions of the Japanese devils. The devil soldiers, who had all dismounted and were on standby, immediately separated into a passage. Let them in. The passage was then re-blocked with a rifle. The muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the puppet army that was following the rout.

"Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Those who dare to storm the position. Kill." Several little devils who are proficient in Chinese threaten loudly in Northeast dialect. Do not allow the rout to lead the chaos to their own positions. Where are the puppet soldiers who have been frightened to listen. There was a pause. Crowd each other and continue to push forward. The devil lieutenant in charge of "answering friendly forces" immediately became angry. Without hesitation, he pressed down the command knife." The long-lost gunshot rang out on the battlefield again. The panicked Mongol puppet army bowed their heads in disagreement. Look at the blood stains that slowly bloom on your chest. Fall on your back to the sky.