Chapter 3: The Morning Star (Yagai)

Zhang Songling on the back of the big white horse didn't even look at it. The blade slashed straight at the next opponent. That's a devil scout. The legs are short, the shoulders are wide, and the neck is thin. Runs like a wild duck in the middle of laying eggs. Follow the skills of Zhao Tianlong's ordinary instructions. Zhang Songling was in contact with the devil's back at the moment when the saber came. The wrist quickly retracted backwards. The sharp blade is against the devil's shoulder blade. From the right shoulder to the right arm. Less than half an inch into the meat. The edge of the knife is more than two feet long. The devil captain screamed miserably. Blood splattered half a foot high like a fountain. Then immediately it wilted and fell to the ground like a crop smashed by hail. The breath is dying.

The second one he caught up with from behind was a communications soldier. Carrying a boxy marching bag. Dodge left and dodge. Zhang Songling shook the reins impatiently. The big white horse receives the order. The front hooves quickly kicked the devil soldier in the back. The boxy marching bag was kicked out with two huge horseshoe prints. A mouthful of blood erupted from the mouth of the devil's communications soldier. Staggering. Zhang Songling waved his knife and ran past him. Cleanly wiped his neck artery and trachea in two.

The third place in front of the big white horse's hooves is a devil Cao Chang. I found that two legs couldn't outrun four legs anyway. The man took a few steps diagonally forward. He raised his rifle with his back against the cart. Didn't wait for him to pull the bolt. Zhang Songling has already caught up. First slap the muzzle of the gun with a forehand knife. Then pull back with a backhand. A transparent opening was made on the left side of the little devil's face. Directly expose the teeth and tongue inside.

"Woooooooooo Cao Chang, the devil who escaped the killing blow because he was too short, let out a muffled cry. Holding a rifle. Left and right. Zhang Songling slashed twice. All were cut on the barrel of the Type 38 rifle. I was in a hurry. The left hand releases the reins of the warhorse. Directly took out the box cannon. The moment of twisting. Caught fire in the little devil's head.

"Ping Pong." Three bullets in a row hit the head of the devil soldier Cao. Directly smashed this person's head. The big white horse also couldn't figure out what the owner meant. Raise your front hooves. A flurry of hisses." Grieve.. Shhhh Grieve.. Shhh

"Phew. Sigh... Just relax. Relax." Zhang Songling had to lean down to appease the war horse. At the same time, the opportunity to hunt down the enemy is completely lost. There were only seventy devil soldiers left at the foot of the hill to guard the carriage. And the guerrillas who rushed down the hill with him were more than a hundred. Because of the evacuation formation adopted. The charge time is very short. Only four or five people were shot off their horses by the devils. The rest were slightly injured. He also insisted on not falling off the horse. Rushing with the brigade to the vicinity of the baggage. With the help of the high speed of the war horse when running. They slashed the Cossack saber diagonally from their hands. Cut down the devil soldiers who tried to resist in rows like crops.

"Kill." Xiao Zou led the cavalry of the guerrillas and ran over the heads of several devils. Cossack saber flips wrist and extends diagonally downward. It's like a row of ploughshares moving at high speed. This is Professor Zhao Tianlong's unique secret. The least effortless. It is also best suited for light cavalry platoon charges. The devil soldiers who were wiped by the blades fell one after another. A huge wound appeared on everyone's body. The strength of the whole body is together with the blood plasma. It was quickly removed along the wound. But the devil soldiers can't die immediately. Tumbling back and forth in a pool of blood in agony.

A few ghost soldiers who didn't have time to escape were organized by a military officer. With his back against a carriage. Fight with a bayonet. The Type 38 rifle is one meter three in length. Plus almost forty centimeters of bayonet . Enough to be used as a spear. Just against a war horse with a height of one meter and five meters on the upper shoulder. The one-meter-seven spear still looks a little shorter. The partisans just slashed a few times. He crushed the spear array of the devil soldiers. Then the knife chops the horse and tramples. Quickly kill these stubborn guys.

A devil officer jumped into the cart. Wielding an officer's sword, he sent a heads-up invitation to Xiao Zou. This move. There was a lot of laughter. Guerrillas are not an ancient army. Not interested in showing any personal bravery. Several partisans rode past the cart one after another. The devil officer was whipped like a spinning top and spun a few times. Bleeding all over his body. Screaming and falling headlong.

"Ulla. The Russian international battalion led by Ula ---" Leon Jr. also killed in front of the convoy . then take the traditional Russian military methods. The saber is raised high and slashed. The advantage of the Russian's height and arm length was brought into full play. They catch up with the devil or cut off half of their head diagonally. Either from the shoulder to the lower back. Asunder. Died a brutal death.

It only took a few seconds to work on before and after. There were no heavy soldiers standing near the wagon. A couple of self-proclaimed clever little devils got under the carriage. Lie on the ground and shoot outward. But they soon discover just how stupid their ideas were. The carriage was flanked by a jumble of horses' hooves. Bullets are fired from under the carriage against the ground. It is impossible to hurt the cavalry in the slightest. It attracted the attention of the partisans. Raise the Cossack saber . Directly cut off the harness that was put on the horse's body. The cart full of munitions lost its balance in an instant." Boom" snapped backwards. The devils hiding under the carriage were either crushed alive into meatloaf by the back half of the carriage. Either because of the rapid cocking of the front half of the car, it was exposed to the guerrillas. was slashed by seven or eight sabers at the same time. Screaming and turning into piles of minced meat.

"Bah, Bah, Bah-----" Three or two devil deserters who had run out more than 50 meters away were unwilling to fail. Turn around. In a standard half-kneeling position. Shoot cold shots at the partisans. A yellow-bearded and gray-eyed soldier of the International Battalion was shot and killed. More than two dozen soldiers of the international battalion rushed at the same time on horseback and shot the devil.

"Phew.." The little devil pulled the bolt again. Knock down a soldier from the International Battalion who has rushed through the mount. But. They will never get a chance to fire a third shot. Fifty meters away. Warhorse only takes three seconds. Horse's hooves with a large bowl mouth. stepped directly on the little devil's chest. Trampled them straight into a mass of pulp.

The rest of the devils don't dare to resist anymore. Spread your legs. Scattered and fled. Several international battalions of White Russian fighters were about to ride their horses in pursuit. Suddenly there were two sharp whistling sounds. Immediately after. Two shells landed on the hillside where everyone had just rushed down. Billowing smoke and dust.

"Boom. Boom."" Rumble. Boom." The devil's cannonballs are like demonstrations. Keep bombarding indiscriminately. Blow up ugly craters halfway up the hill.