Chapter 38: Angry Zhu Houzhao

Three hundred and one heavily armored cavalry suddenly appeared in front of the two armies, and with a momentum of death, they launched a charge against the Japanese slaves resting on the opposite mountain pass.

The Japanese slaves on the mountain were surprised, and the Sansho fish drinking tea in the wooden house squirted out with a mouthful of tea. He ran out without putting on his shoes and stood on the top of the hill to watch.

After seeing the sound of the Ming army's horse hooves like thunder, and the invincible spirit, Sanshoyu Hanzo almost stared out his eyes.

How can there be such a war, and in the face of the enemy's superior forces, shouldn't they shrink into a ball of stones and honestly stay where to defend? What does it mean to rush over blatantly with a few people like this, and it shouldn't be like this if you dislike the life chief!

"What are they doing?" Sanshoyu Hanzo held up half of his chin and asked the people around him.

"Lord Sanshoyu Hanzo, I thought that this group of Ming troops was really unable to resist, and planned to give up those soldiers who did not have war horses to break out!" Kameda Jiro said that this sycophant is not just a belly of straw bales, and occasionally he will burst out with a little insight.

Sanshoyu Hanzo immediately shouted: "No matter what, you can't let them rush out and block them!" ”

With the order of the big leader, the warriors at the foot of the mountain immediately appeared in a phalanx of 1,000 people in front of the three hundred soldiers led by Zhao Dezhu, according to the experience of so many days, the Japanese slaves have reason to believe that the Ming army has been overwhelmed, and the three hundred tired men are just a sharp arrow in front of their 1,000 strong warriors, but it is already the end of the strong crossbow.

Zhao Dezhu dragged the big knife, and the back of the knife rubbed a spark of smoke on the ground. It was as if a fiery snake was following behind him.

Sneering at the thin layer of Japanese slaves in front of him, Zhao Dezhu just wanted to laugh three times to show his appreciation. The Japanese slaves are so funny, and it is a pipe dream to try to block three hundred Liaodong soldiers who are like thunder with a thousand Japanese slaves.

Zhao Dezhu rushed to the front of the Japanese slaves, laughed, and ignored those worn-out Japanese knives and bamboo spears at all, and the sixty or seventy pounds of big knives in his hands were rounded up to sweep thousands of troops, and the knives were everywhere, no matter what kind of messy weapons the fuck were still alive, they would become a pile of tattered garbage in the blink of an eye.

The movements of the three hundred iron horsemen and Zhao Dezhu are almost the same, although the knife in his hand is not as exaggerated as sixty or seventy catties, and there is no way to solve so many messy garbage with one knife, but the classification can still be barely done.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic formation formed by a thousand Japanese slaves was rushed by the three hundred Ming troops, and more than 600 people were taken away. What stunned the leader of the Japanese slaves on the mountain was that none of the three hundred Ming troops had fallen off their horses, even if they had two or three bamboo arrows stuck in their bodies, they were still sitting upright on their horses.

The blood on the bodies of the soldiers of the Ming army flowed down the armor, and the blood that flowed on the war horse and the blood that flowed out of the war horse's injuries were mixed together, and a shallow pool of shallow pools gathered in the dirt hoof prints that ran through, which was shocking.

"It's over, they're going to escape!" Sanshoyu Hanzo shouted, pointing at a thousand samurai and scolding.

Immediately, more Japanese slaves appeared in front of the Ming army, blocking their escape from the ascension to heaven.

But Zhao Dezhu simply ignored those heavily assembled Japanese slaves, and it was okay to attack a thousand with 300 people, but if he wanted to break through 5,000 people, it would be a bit of a fool's dream.

Turn your horse back and re-accelerate. Facing the three or four hundred would-be slaves who had already broken their guts, they rushed over again.

The Japanese slaves obviously saw that a few soldiers of the Ming army who had been stabbed in their eyes appeared in front of them again with bamboo arrows, and the joy on the faces of the three hundred Ming soldiers mixed with blood became very hideous, and in the eyes of the Japanese slaves became even more terrifying.

It was simply wheat harvesting, and the heads of the four hundred people were quickly harvested, leaving the corpses in a scattered area.

The corpses of a thousand Japanese slaves were miserably placed on the ground in all sorts of strange poses, trampled by horses' hooves.

Zhao Dezhu laughed, none of the three hundred people fell off the horse, even if they were seriously injured and dying, they all sat straight on the horse's back.

"Brothers, rejoice, rejoice!" Zhao Dezhu glanced at the leader of the Japanese slaves on the hillside, and suddenly saw that he was in spirit. He led 300 wounded soldiers to rush up the hillside, as if he was planning to wipe out the leader of the Japanese slaves.

Seeing that the Ming army wanted to bombard the headquarters, Sanshoyu Hanzo immediately jumped up, it was just a naked slap in the face, almost don't use him to call, all kinds of strange daimyo around him immediately let his subordinates kill all this group of arrogant Ming troops in front of him.

Up and down the mountain, all the Japanese slaves were moving closer here, and a huge encirclement was formed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Dezhu shook a shot, and he had no intention of continuing to rush at all. Seeing the scattered formation of the Japanese slaves at the foot of the mountain, they rushed down without hesitation.

This time, with 300 against 10,000, there are downhill tigers roaring!

Zhu Houzhao led the army to build bridges along the way, but all the Japanese slaves they encountered were wiped out in the mountains and rivers, and the corpses were hung on the trees on both sides of the road one by one, like insects.

Seven days, seven days have passed. The territory of the Tojo family was already close at hand, and the camp where Zhao Dezhu led the army was still there, but it was already an empty camp, and only a few Japanese slaves roamed in it.

The cavalry quickly cut over, directly inserted into the opposite rear row, and cut the opposite rear road. None of the Japanese slaves in the camp had a chance to escape, and all of them were trapped there.

Zhu Houzhao didn't look at the despair in the eyes of those Japanese slaves, and the rows of snowy knife light went down, and the heads were rolling and bleeding. Only a few tongues were left, and they were scared under the terrible situation of their former companions.

There is no need for Zhu Houzhao to ask, he said everything he knew like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

After that, of course, they did not escape the fate of being beheaded with a knife, and it was Zhu Houzhao's own knife.

The information he got made Zhu Houzhao very angry, and he was uncontrollable angry.

The death battle of Zhao Dezhu and other 300 people was vividly described, and the death of 300 people was also told. How did the remaining less than 1,000 soldiers hold their positions, and how do they fight to the death to resist wave after wave of Japanese slave attacks.

A very tragic picture appeared in front of Zhu Houzhao, like a silent black-and-white movie, dripping and even more tragic.

"Damn, it's the wrong kill!" Zhu Houzhao almost gritted his teeth: "Immediately go around searching for the Japanese slaves who can be caught, and tell the special combat team that as long as it is the elite of the Japanese slaves, don't kill them for the time being, let's take them and replace them." The lives of our Ming soldiers are expensive, and it is not a loss to exchange ten Japanese slaves for one! ”

"Come on, prepare the horse, Lao Tzu will talk in person!" (To be continued.) )