Chapter 3: The Morning Star (6 below)

Guerrilla fighter Lao Yang. Nickname: Yang Laosan. Scientific name: None. Ethnicity unknown. Origin unknown. Date of birth unknown. June 17, 1939 during a battle with the Japanese invaders. Take the initiative to stay for the robe after the break. Martyrdom. Eight years of anti-Japanese war. There are countless Yang Laosan, Zhang Laosan, and Zhao Laosan who have stepped onto the battlefield one after another. They don't have any fixed political beliefs. There are no lofty goals in life; They didn't have any impressive results. He did not utter any impassioned words; They didn't even have a relatively formal name. He fell silently in a pool of blood. However. but they put their humble lives with them; For the family. For neighbors. For the fathers and old folks behind him. It has held up a vast sky for the entire Chinese nation. You don't have to fall to your knees anymore and endure the slavery of the foreigners. Never.

With the help of Lao Yang, he exchanged his life for more than ten seconds. Zheng Xiaobao drove the war horse and Zhao Tianlong and others to converge together. Everyone ran a few steps. Fly and jump on horseback. Clamp your legs firmly towards the horse's belly. The man and the horse flew into the air. Step directly on top of the little devil's head.

Even the thinnest horses. The stature is also much taller than the average Mongolian horse. Together with the owner on horseback. The total weight is almost half a ton. More than two dozen horses spontaneously formed a wedge-shaped dense queue in the gallop and rushed down the hillside. The momentum is no less than that of the Type 94 tank. The devil soldiers who were in front of the war horse saw it. Instinctively, he grabbed his rifle and flashed to the side. I'm afraid I'll be slower to hide. He was trampled alive by the war horse into a pulp (Note 1, Note 2)

"Stupid. Coward. Stop them. Stop them." A famous devil captain pulls out a southern pistol. While shooting frantically at the horses. While ordering the devil soldiers around him to form a team to intercept the war horse with bayonets. Several bullets in a row hit the shoulders of the same saddled horse. But it didn't slow down the speed of the war horse in the slightest. Stimulated by severe pain. The poor warhorse gave his limbs completely to instinct. Spread out the four hooves. Rush with all your might. Captain Devil finds out that the situation is not good. Quickly turn around and dodge behind the sea buckthorn bushes. Where is it too late. Two bowl-sized horses' hooves kicked him directly in the back. Kicked him diagonally and flew out. Vomiting blood in large gulps. Forthwith. Successively trampled on the body by several other war horses. The whole person shattered into a puddle of dog shit (Note 3)

"Kill." Enraged, the partisans pulled their sabers out from under their saddles. Stretch out your arms diagonally downward. There is no need for any superfluous actions at all. The high-speed warhorse itself sharpens the blade tenfold. The two little devils were caught off guard. Slashed by a saber from the left shoulder to the right arm. Steaming blood immediately spurted out like a cascade down a foot-and-a-half-long wound. The grass around him was dyed red. The wounded Devil Soldier drops his rifle. Desperately rubbing his fingers on his chest. Left chest. Right chest. Right chest. Left chest. Then staggered around in a pool of blood. One pair of hands. Fall on your back to the sky.

"Get on the road. Walk from the main road. Don't fall in love. No one should look back." Know that the chaos of the enemy cannot last. Zhao Tianlong forcibly endured the yuang, who avenged his comrades, and opened his throat and greeted loudly.

The partisans who almost killed the red-eyed ones heard about it. Swing your saber to make a bloody path. Follow behind Zhao Tianlong. Fly generally disengages from the devil.

"Fire. Fire. Hit the enemy in the back. Don't fight war horses. The horses are too big. Bullets can't kill them right away.." Squadron leader Saburo Suzuki from the compartment of the first car. A head with most of its ears missing sticks out. Loud reminders.

The devil soldiers, who had been disrupted by the horse team, found their backbone again in an instant. They were half-kneeling on the ground. Pull the trigger at the backs of the guerrillas. Two team members were bleeding. But with the last of his strength, he hugged the neck of the war horse. Persist and refuse to fall to the ground. The other partisans quickly turned their bodies to the horse's belly. Covered by the smoke and dust of the horses and the hooves of the horses. Continue to evacuate into the distance.

Twelve or thirteen seconds of effort. Even the fastest devil soldiers. At most, only three rounds were fired. But the war horses had already run more than 200 meters with the guerrillas. Light with the naked eye. It's hard for the devil soldiers to get out of the pale green smoke anymore. Aim at a single target. Unwilling to catch up with the grassland dirt road. While scolding and running. while continuing to shoot indiscriminately.

Bullets dragged with a sharp whistling sound. Swept past the horses in a chaotic manner. But it's hard to work. Even if one or two stray bullets hit the horse's butt by chance. The injuries were not enough to be fatal immediately. The partisans on horseback threw off the stirrups. Fly. Jump cleanly on the empty mounts of your fallen comrades. The speed of the distance is not affected in the slightest. And the wounded horses are scared for the sake of it. He also refuses to break away from the herd. Gritted his teeth and followed at the back of the line. Instead, it forms a new flesh barrier with its body.

"Machine guns. with a machine gun." I don't know which devil soldier shouted. Remind your fellow party that there are more powerful weapons on their side. Immediately. Devils running on the side of the road scrambled to jump into the car. Stepping on the remains of the dead. Straighten the crooked handle heavy machine gun. Spewed out a series of fiery snakes.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ........ "The range of the heavy machine gun is long. It's seven or eight hundred meters away. It's also hard to hit a running target. It's just a futile effort to kick up trails of turquoise smoke and dust on the grassland. See this scene. The devil soldiers are getting more and more angry. Clench your fists. Knock the iron roof of the cab "knock knock." Rattle." Drive. Drive fast. Rubbish. Are you scared stupid? Or has the grenade shaken out of the brain."" Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock knock ........"

The devil driver, who had previously escaped with the protection of the cab, looked around. I don't know if I should follow orders. According to the rules of the army. Drivers belong to the technical arms. The lowest rank is also equivalent to the rank of Captain. Ordinary soldiers are not qualified to yell at him.

This sluggish action. The ghost soldiers around the car became more and more angry. Pull open the car door. I just want to tow the driver under the car. Squadron leader Saburo Suzuki, who was doing an emergency bandaging in the carriage, saw this. Hurry up and stop it loudly." Stop it. No one is allowed to mess around. Pull him down. Do you know how to drive?"

"Ugh." The ghost soldiers who were carried away by anger were stunned. Only then did I remember that I didn't have the ability to drive away the iron thing in front of me. But the anger in their hearts will not be quelled by the questioning of their superiors. Waving his arms. Loud protest." The Chinese immediately ran away . There are only a dozen or so of them left. Why don't you drive and chase it."

"They killed so many of our buddies. Why let them go.."

"Catch up. Kill them all. Kill all the Chinese." There are more and more devil soldiers gathered around the car. The roar grew more and more manic.

Saburo Suzuki himself was also very unwilling to let the Chinese cavalry escape from under his nose like this. Hesitate slightly. I immediately decided to push the boat down the river." Ono-kun. Drive to catch up. Don't let the Chinese run away . They're already hurt. Can't run far."

"Hi Yi." The devil driver did not dare to disobey the order of a squadron leader. Say yes loudly. Restart the car engine. Take advantage of the fact that the car has not yet started moving. Saburo Suzuki thought about it. Several more orders were quickly issued." The first and second squads of the second squad. Get on the first car. The third squad and the third squad first squad. on the second car. Lift the bodies of the warriors out of the car and place them on the side of the road. Leave it to the baggage team to deal with. Captain Yamaguchi. You quickly go back and report to Captain Kawada. Let's just say that the Chinese cavalry will not be wiped out today. I don't have the courage to see him again."

"Hi Yi."" Hi Yi."" Hi Yi." The sound of promise rang out. The vengeful devil soldiers split up to carry out the order. Dropping the bodies of the fallen from the car. Re-erect the machine gun rifle on the compartment board. Keep an eye on the direction in which the partisans are going. A string of hungry wolf howls." Yes.. Yes...... Yes... Oh...... Oh...... Wow......".

In the midst of the ghost crying wolf howl. Two cars smoked black by grenades. Begin to slowly accelerate. Marks left by running over horses' hooves. Flatten the verdant weeds. Drive faster and faster. Drive faster and faster. In the blink of an eye. He left the devil's brigade behind.

"Damn Suzuki Shosa. There is no basic officer quality at all. Raise soldiers out of anger. It's a big taboo." I saw two cars full of soldiers driving away. Jiro Shirakawa, the combat staff officer who had just arrived, frowned and scolded angrily. The last attack of the Chinese cavalry. It feels weird. According to common sense. They've taken advantage of it during the day today. It was not necessary to find out that the Great Japanese Kwantung Army already had a countermeasure. He rushed over to his death. Unless. Unless they are behind their sacrifices. There are other ulterior motives hidden.

"Kawada Shozo does this. It's also for the sake of the military. After all. Today's sacrificial personnel. The vast majority are from his first squadron." Captain Kuniaki Kawada understands Saburo Suzuki's behavior very well. Shook his head. Retort in a low voice.

"Yes. But. You don't think. Is the behavior of the Chinese abnormal?" Shirakawa Jiro glanced at his immediate boss in a daze. There was a bit of surprise in the question.

"I've seen it. Those Chinese cavalry. It is possible to try to lead Squadron Leader Suzuki into their trap." Kuniaki Kawada smiled. Nod slightly.

"Then you're going to pamper him.." Jiro Shirakawa, the combat staff officer, felt that his brain was a little insufficient. Tight frown. Asked again in a low voice.

"There are less than a dozen Chinese cavalry left. It is impossible to launch a new round of sneak attacks on Squadron Leader Suzuki." Kuniaki Kawada smiled again. The little triangular eyes are full of confidence." And the words of the ambush. Shirakawa-kun thought. How many men can the Chinese side mobilize... I'm not afraid that the Chinese have an ambush in front of me . Opposite. I'm just afraid they won't dare to ambush in front."

Note 1: It is a fact that Mongolian horses are generally short. But not all horses from Mongolia are short. After the collapse of Tsarist Russia. Many Don hippos brought by the White Russians entered the Mongolian steppe. Mixed with excellent breeds of local Mongolian horses. Formation of new tall horse breeds. And among the Mongolian horses, the Uzhumuqin horse and the Baicha iron-hoofed horse. Not a dwarf breed per se...

Note 2: Type 94 tank. A light tank widely used by the Japanese army during the invasion of China. The total weight is 3.2 tons. The maximum speed is forty kilometers per hour.

Note 3: Southern-style pistol. Commonly known as the King Eight Box. to poor performance. It is known for its short range, good penetration, and weak penetration. Kill unarmed ordinary people at close range. The effect is equivalent to that of a dummmy bullet. Officially in battle. Because of the distance effect. But it can't penetrate the door panel of the people's house. And there are often stuck problems. During the Anti-Japanese War. Even the local units of the Eighth Route Army were reluctant to use it.