Boss Wei hoped that after this war, he would be able to carve a few more marks on the butt of his gun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every time Boss Wei killed a Tartar, or three shengfan, he carved a mark on the butt of the gun. At the end of last year, he killed three people in Taiwan, and he finally increased the number of marks on the butts to two. But after returning to Tianjin with the ship in April, the number of this mark has not increased.

There is a saying among the Tiger Masters that as long as you can kill ten enemies, you can be promoted to squad leader. Boss Wei's desire to be an officer has never been extinguished, and he hopes to kill more enemies and become a squad leader as soon as possible. Because of this, he even applied to stay in Taiwan at one point. Taiwan's 1,000 soldiers are now called the Zhenhai Regiment, and the situation there is complicated, with far more fighting opportunities than in the mainland.

However, his application was not approved, and he returned to Tianjin. He got married according to the plan and took out a loan to buy a house.

After waiting in Fanjiazhuang for more than half a year, Boss Wei waited for the opportunity to go on the expedition. This time it was a thief, and Boss Wei felt that the current thief was not a good stubble, and a thief could also be worth a mark. Boss Wei hoped that he could kill more than five thieves in this battle, and strive to engrave five marks.

However, a shot flew away just now, which made Boss Wei very distressed. You must know that after a battle in the Tiger Division, the soldiers will have a few shooting opportunities, and if they fly once, they will have one less mark.

Fortunately, there are still old thieves and pond horses. The morale of these thieves was high, and they collectively rushed towards the front where Boss Wei was. The more than 20,000 thieves on horseback did not attack other sides, but desperately attacked the front side of the Tiger Division, trying to rely on the tactics of crowds to crush the 3,500 soldiers in front of them.

Boss Wei didn't believe that the thieves could break down the front where he was. Seeing the thieves rushing towards him, Boss Wei was a little excited—these dense thieves could make him shoot several times.

"Shoot!"

Behind Boss Wei, 1,200 soldiers in the third platoon opened fire. The bullets were like a storm, striking the rogue cavalry one hundred and forty meters away. The thieves in the front row seemed to be named, screaming and falling off their horses.

One of the cavalrymen in cotton armor that Boss Wei had taken a fancy to was also shot, fell on the snow-covered ground, and twitched on the ground. The cavalry that rushed up from behind did not dodge him, and the heavy hooves of the horses stepped directly over him. In just one breath, three horses stepped on this rogue, and Boss Wei seemed to hear the sound of the rogue's bones shattering.

The third platoon of infantry crouched down to reload, and the platoon commander shouted: "The first platoon stands up!" ”

Boss Wei stood up, holding his rifle and aiming at the group of rogue cavalry that rushed to a hundred meters away. This time, he took aim at a rogue in scale armor. This thief doesn't know if it's the leader of the thieves, wearing a white lacquered scale armor and a red tasseled helmet, which is very eye-catching.

But the platoon commander had not yet given the order to shoot, and a hundred field guns on the front opened fire again.

A hundred cannons roared in unison, and Boss Wei felt the ground tremble under his feet. Ten thousand shotguns erupted and shot at the rogue cavalry rushing forward. The dense cavalry was hit hard, and at least a few hundred horses and hundreds of horsemen were hit by shotguns at the same time and fell to the snow. Red blood sprayed on the white snow, which was extremely vivid.

The scaly cavalryman that Boss Wei was aiming at was not shot, but his horse was shot. The horse fell to the right, crushing the scaly cavalryman under his horse. One of the war horses behind didn't have time to dodge, and stepped on the body of the scaly warrior, and the scaly knight was trampled on the spot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The galloping horse behind also lost its balance, and the horse stumbled and fell to the ground.

The fallen horses caused a chain reaction, causing more horses to fall behind. In the end, more than 20,000 cavalrymen all stopped their horses and bypassed the obstacles in front of them on both sides before they could continue to charge towards the front of the Tiger Division.

Boss Wei gave up the scaly cavalry lying on the ground and groaned, and aimed at another ordinary pond horse wearing cotton armor. The pond horse bypassed the obstacle on the ground and was about to speed up towards the Tiger Master.

"Shoot!"

Boss Wei finally heard the platoon commander's order, held his breath, and pressed the trigger fiercely.

Boss Wei shot almost at the same time as several GIs around him, and the "pop" sound from several rifles converged into a loud sound. Boss Wei was flashed by the sparks that erupted from the fire door and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the cavalryman in cotton armor had fallen to the ground.

Boss Wei was excited in his heart, and hurriedly squatted down to give up the shooting position and let the soldiers in the second row in the back row shoot.

At this time when Boss Wei was loading, the cavalry of the thieves was still charging towards the tiger division one after another. The two rows of soldiers in the back completed two volleys, and the rogue cavalry in front of Boss Wei had already rushed twenty meters away.

By this time, the cavalry of the thieves had already killed several thousand people, and their morale was already shaky.

Dozens of rogue horses did not notice the trap on the ground, rushed into the thistle, and fell to the ground by the spikes of the thistle. The thieves fell off their horses too fast, and as a result, they were stabbed to death by thistles. Only then did the thieves be surprised to find that the ground was full of thistles twenty meters in front of the Tiger Warrior's formation, and the horses stopped one by one.

Just when the thieves didn't know what to do, the 100 cannons in front opened fire again.

The bombing at a distance of twenty meters, the shotgun projectile can no longer be described as deadly, it should be said to be devastating. Boss Wei saw a thief soldier on a horse hit more than a dozen bullets, and his body was blasted into several pieces of minced flesh in an instant. A thief hunched down on his horse was hit by several projectiles in the head, his entire head was destroyed, and a column of blood several feet high erupted from his neck. Boss Wei also saw that the front chest of a war horse was pierced by more than a dozen shotguns, and it was pushed backwards by the momentum of the shotguns, and flew directly backwards before falling on the snow with blood spraying all over.

After a hundred shotguns were fired, the thieves in front of them were turned on their backs, and I don't know how many thieves were killed by the shotguns.

The morale of the thieves is on the verge of collapse. At the shouting of the leader of the thieves, the thieves in the front row jumped off their horses with pale faces and began to clean up the thistles. But the thistles on the ground are densely packed, where can they all be cleaned up in a while and a half? Before the thieves had cleared out the five-meter iron thistle, Boss Wei heard the order to shoot.

Boss Wei aimed at a thief who was desperately cleaning up thistles, and pressed the trigger. More than twenty meters away, the bullet shot into the chest of the thief without any suspense. The thief was still clutching a string of thistles in his hand, but the wound on his body was spurting blood-red blood. He threw away the thistle, covered his wounds, and fell into the snow screaming.

After killing the second thief, Boss Wei quickly squatted down and gave up the shooting position to the fighters in the back row. But the moment Boss Wei squatted down, there was no more fighting on the battlefield.

The thieves collapsed.

More than 4,000 of the 23,000 cavalry had died, and all the soldiers who cleaned up the thistles had been killed. The cavalrymen in the front row no longer dared to dismount to clean up the thistles, nor did they dare to face the tiger division again, so they turned around and fled to both sides. The casualties were already beyond the capacity of the thieves, and the collapse of the front row immediately led to a great rout in the back row, and it didn't take long for the thieves' more than 10,000 cavalry to all disperse, turning into more than 10,000 deserters, desperately fleeing in the snow. (To be continued.) )