Chapter 2: Cross Currents (13b)

"Cavalry. How could the cavalry run up the hill.." Miji Murata, who graduated from the Army University, has the least combat experience. The reaction was also the most panicked. Stood there stunned. I couldn't make any movement for more than ten seconds.

Before fighting the best in the game. He and Kodama were secondary-rank officers. The cavalry might of the Blackstone guerrillas has been fully taken into account. After the setback on the first day, the reason why I chose to pull the team up this nameless mountain at my feet. It was also to protect against cavalry raids. As they envisioned. More than twenty degrees on a hillside. Even a person who climbs up with his bare hands will be exhausted. It is impossible for a war horse to charge with a load. However, who would have expected that. The cavalry of the Dirt Eight Road only used a diagonal cutting strategy. It simply solved all the difficulties.

The slope of the front is more than 20 degrees. The slope of the ramp tangent. But it's much smaller than that. As long as the distance of the diagonal line is long enough. Even the elevation angle that the horse needs to overcome to rush forward is less than five. What a simple math question. He, a high-achieving student who graduated from the Army University, didn't even think about it. And the dirt road under the mountain. I'm afraid I don't even have a concept of slope in my mind. It turned the steep hillside into a "flat land" for horses to run.

"Yaga." A veteran of the fifth squad suddenly jumped to the ground from the trench behind Miji Murata. Pick up the crooked light machine gun. The big black man on the right side of the jawcloth pulled the trigger." Da da da. Da da da. Da ......" The bullet dragged a terrible scream through the smoke. But because the two sides are too far apart. The target is moving too fast. It's all in the air. And yet this barrage of gunshots. But it made Captain Miji Murata instantly regain his senses. Take a few quick steps. A jumper jumps to the ground. Wave your arms and shout." Concentrate fire. Concentrate fire to intercept them. Machine gun. All machine guns were concentrated . Kill them in the middle of the way."

"Machine guns. All machine guns concentrated fire. Concentrated fire interception." Kodama, who was staggering forward, also woke up like a dream. Stop. Tear your throat open and shout.

"Heavy . Heavy . Quickly. Quickly. Idiot. Yaga. Don't run anymore. Right here. Rack up the machine gun for me right now." I heard the instructions of my squadron leader. A few devil squad leaders who are trying to race against war horses with two little short legs. Immediately stopped. Pick up their respective machine gunners. Push straight to the edge of the trench.

Machine guns are the nemesis of cavalry. No matter how fast the horses run. It's not as fast as a bullet. The next instant. All the headless devil soldiers have regained their senses one after another. They rushed to the edge of the nearest trench. Hurriedly set up light and heavy machine guns. Shooting a string of vicious bullets at the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army in the morning light...

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da Da Da ....... "Burst bean-like gunshots. Near the side of the devil's position, there are more than a dozen war horses, all of which are full of eye-catching. Blood spurting from mouth and nose. Crash down. The rest of the horses, which were lucky enough not to be shot, continued to spread their hooves and gallop wildly. Follow behind the leading yellow fat horse. As long as there is a breath left, it will never stop.

"Boom. Rumble. Rumble. Boom." Four mortar shells came in tandem. Fell on both sides of a heavy machine gun . Sent the main and secondary marksmen and heavy machine guns into the air at the same time.

"Boom. Rumble. Rumble. Boom." Immediately after. Four more side by side. The guerrillas' Type 97 infantry curved guns were in full swing. At a distance of less than three hundred meters. Accurately hit a flurry of sharp shots. The little devils in the trenches were blown up. The ghost cries wolf.

Elevation angles from forty-five to eighty-five degrees. The maximum firing range is more than 2,800 meters. The maximum firing frequency can reach thirty rounds per minute. And there are hardly any shooting dead spots. An ultra-lightweight mortar crafted by the little devils. Finally let them taste the rain of bullets themselves. In the trench facing the side of the herd. Cannonball after shell. Falling in bunches. Don't give the little devils room to re-set up the machine guns at all . Not to mention letting them calm down and aim calmly.

Unable to take aim calmly in close proximity to the horse team. The devil soldiers had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. Through the smoke of gunpowder. Chase the horses from farther away and strafe. Rows of bullets are shot out. Beat one horse after another with an empty saddle to the point of bleeding. But. The speed of the whole horse team. But it wasn't affected in the slightest. The mount was injured by the dirt eight road. At the first moment, he jumped to another horse with an empty saddle beside him. And as long as the gunshot wound on the body is not immediately fatal. Survival instincts have been formed over tens of thousands of years of evolution. It also made the war horse choose to continue to follow the brigade. It will never stop and become a drag on the whole race.

"Aim. Aim for the big black guy at the front. Kill him. Kill him to stop the team." Miji Murata stands tallest. The knowledge of the battlefield situation is also the most comprehensive. Waving his arms. Again, I used all my strength to send out the reminder.

No one responded to his calls. Tense battlefield rhythm. Most of the devil soldiers can't hear a sound anymore. Two eyes fixed on the trenches getting closer and closer. But the herd of horses is getting farther and farther away from them. Pull the trigger like crazy.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da da da. "Bullet......s rained down. Smashed in the second half of the horse team. Place the second half closer to the side of the trench. Cut off a whole row. More than twenty horses fell with a cry of sorrow. Four or five of them were carrying soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. Blood instantly became a river. Rolling down the hillside. The riders on the other horses leaned over. Submit. The legs kept pounding the horse's belly. Squeeze the speed of the mount to the limit. Straight to the southeast corner of the thinly armed position.

"Killed. Kill that big black man." Miji Murata's voice has completely changed its tone. Snatched the crooked handle from the veteran beside him. Straighten up and sweep towards the yellow horse." Da da da. Da da da. "The bullet hit another pink steed on the side of the yellow horse........ Splashed with countless blood flowers. Zhao Tianlong didn't even look at it. Continue to hold the steel knife aloft. Guiding the way for the whole army.

"Wooh. Boom." A cannonball the size of a cannon slashes down in the air. Exploded next to Miji Murata. Place an object within a circle of more than ten meters above the ground. It's all fried into powder.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom." The Soviet-made mountain cannon finally adjusted the angle. Begin to expose the point of fire to the little devils. Carry out a one-by-one clearing. Because the distance is farther. It's hard for a shell to land right over the target's head. However, Soviet-made weapons have the characteristics of sufficient explosives. But it was played to the fullest. As long as it is within the reach of shrapnel. Even if it's just an inch of scalp peeking out from the edge of the trench. After a torrent of steel and flames swept by. The devil soldiers lying on the edge of the trench can only have half of their heads left. The rest of the little half of the head is connected to the machine gun. It's been swept up in the middle of nowhere.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom." Smoke fills the air. The entire front of the position has become a world of blood and fire. Clouds of dark red smoke rolled. From west to east. and from east to west. On the edge of this cloud of death mist. The Blackstone guerrilla cavalry continued to gallop forward. Steel knife in hand. Brightly illuminated by the rising sun.

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters. Although greatly affected by the terrain. But the sprint speed of the war horse. It's still unexpectedly fast. Little devils who haven't had any specific training. Noticeably unable to adapt to the rhythm of the cavalry's attack. Although they all run the risk of being blown to shreds. Constantly poking out of the gap in the place where the shell landed. Chase the horse team with the muzzle for fire interception. But the effectiveness of the shooting is getting worse and worse. Even the horses with empty saddles on the inside of the team most of the time missed. Bullets rubbed string after string of sparks on the ground in vain.

Three hundred meters. Twenty or fifty meters. Two hundred meters. A few hundred meters away. It's so long. It's so short again. I watched the horse's hooves get closer and closer to the top of my head. The devil squad that was originally stationed in the southeast corner of their position. Finally, it is no longer possible to hide in the anti-artillery hole and sit still. Jumping up one after another. With rifles, machine guns. Shoot wildly at the foremost warhorse.

A bead of blood floated up from Zhao Tianlong's left shoulder. His body shook. Then continue to sit upright on horseback. Steady as Mount Tai. Guerrilla fighter Bari holding a military flag with his arms. Immediately followed. Angular faces on them. Sprinkled with spring sunshine.

"Da ......." another string of bullets came head-on. Leaves several bloody holes in Barge's chest. The young warrior looked down in confusion. The last of his strength was then exhausted. Raise the sickle axe banner high." Come on. Kill the little devils.."

"Kill the little devils. Send them back to their hometown..."Zhang Songling instigated the white horse to rush up from the third row. Take the sickle and axe banner from Barri. Raised high above your head.

"Send them back to their hometown. Send them back to their hometown...", amid the cries of a landslide and tsunami. Guerrilla fighter Bari slowly falls from his horse. Horse after horse galloped past his body. All cavalry leaning behind the neck of their mounts. They all straightened up quickly. Shake the reins with your left hand. The right hand sticks out diagonally downward. Wrist reversal. The blade of the knife moves forward sharply.

"Boom. Rumble. Rumble. Boom."" Rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Boom." The ninety-seven type turning muzzle in the hands of the Blackstone guerrillas. Start the final fixed-point cleanup. Throw two strings of shells over the heads of the cavalry. Fell into a trench in the southeast corner of the position. Blow up the little devils inside and hide in Tibet.

"Don't hide. Give back to the firing position.. Come on. Don't hide." The leader of the devil squad, Akimoto, was so anxious that his eyes were red. Hold up the 38 big lids. while firing at the madness. While shouting hello.

After the explosion. In total, there was still half a squad of soldiers left around him. On the other side, seventy or eighty horses were collectively crushed. Nearly half of the horses were filled with partisan cavalry. The blade in his hand was as bright as snow in the sun.

One hundred meters. Fifty meters. Thirty meters. The sound of horses' hooves is like thunder. Beating makes a person's heart unable to maintain a normal rhythm. A ghost soldier who had just come out of the anti-artillery hole was stunned. A scream of despair suddenly came out of his mouth. Drop the rifle. Betake oneself to one's heels.

The effect of this action on others is quickly amplified by the sound of horses' hooves. Pocket-sized body relative to little devils. Mixed horses weighing more than half a ton. Definitely a behemoth. Especially when they rush towards the trenches in groups. caused by the momentum. No less than a bean-type tank.

The ghost soldiers beside the squad leader Akimoto Tsunashi threw down their rifles one after another. Flee along the trenches to the left and right. He was so anxious that his eyes erupted with fire. Keep your feet beating. Disgrace. This is an absolute disgrace to the military . Warriors of the Great Japanese Empire. How could you be frightened by the cavalry of the sixteenth century. They must be pulled. Pull them together for the imperial jade shatter. Otherwise......

The next instant. He was completely liberated. Zhao Tianlong rode his horse and rushed past him. Blade Sweep. Chop off half of the filthy head.

Zhang Songling, Zheng Xiaobao, Xiao Zou, Batu........ The cavalry of the partisans rode over the trenches in turn. There is no time to chase and kill those devils who are fleeing for their lives. Guys who have already scared out the guts. It's not worth their time to waste. Under the leadership of Zhao Tianlong. The entire cavalry team continued to rush forward for several tens of meters. Draw a perfect arc against the second trench. Adjust the direction. Rush down the hillside. Blade refers to. It was Kodama on top of her head for the last time.

It's still a slash. Cut from the inner ring of the trench to the outer ring. The terrain is from high to low. The speed of the war horse instantly increased by two times. It's like a torrent. Desperately organizing soldiers to move to the southeast corner. Kodama was stunned for the last time when she tried to replug the gap. A chill rushed from the door of the head to the soles of the feet.

"Turn the muzzle. Turn the muzzle. Block it for me. Block them for me." He heard a voice out of tune. But I don't know if it's coming from my own throat. He pulled out the king's box and fired at the horse team non-stop. I don't know where the bullet landed. He saw the yellow horse getting closer and closer to him. The command shouted out of his mouth became more and more incoherent." Kobayashi-kun. Okura-kun. Hurry up and get it on me. Hurry up and pull all the first and second squadrons over. Don't worry about the front anymore. Cavalry. The Chinese cavalry came from behind....."

Only three or two black-eyed devil soldiers came out from behind the thick smoke of gunpowder. Holding the 38 big gayer. Fired in a panic at the cavalry. The rest of the little devils in the trenches seemed to have evaporated. Do not respond at all. Seeing the horse team getting closer and closer to him. Kodama's last time he didn't care about maintaining his image as an officer. Drop the box of the king. Turning his head and shouting behind him.". Kobayashi. Okura. Akita. You fucking idiots......."

Suddenly. His voice was stuck in his throat. The whole person is like a stake. Stand still. It's not that a few squad leaders won't respond to his orders. but in front of the trenches due east. Countless soldiers of the Ninety-Third Regiment have poured in. Everyone carries a shiny Chinese-style broadsword. See the enemy. It doesn't matter if the other side surrenders or resists. Hand up knife down....

Dagger. Previously hiding behind bushes. was killed by the team that he used as the striker of the ** team. When all of his attention at the end of Kodama was attracted by the cavalry. Rushed straight into the first line of trenches. The leader is a man in his forties. Covered in blood. Blade over. There is no one who will be together.

"Onboard." Kodama let out a desperate cry from her mouth for the last time. Draw the command knife. Rushed towards the man on foot. This battle has been lost without any suspense. The total annihilation of the Kodama squadron is a foregone conclusion. But. But he can't insult his glorious bloodline. The Kodama family became famous for its white-knuckle fighting. His man will also fight to the end of his life with a white-knuckle battle.

"Fuck the bullshit." Zhao Tianlong rushed over. Arm slanted pocket. Strive for the impossible or the unachievable. Flying Kodama's last head with a knife from behind.