The little devil said "ouch", one leg didn't matter, it could only be a good leg jumping back and forth to fight with Li Dazhong. This is easier to do, Li Dazhong saw an opportunity, shone on the neck of the little devil, and flew over with a knife.

I saw that the head of the little devil, like a rotten watermelon, was pulled out of the cavity at once, and then flew into the air, and it took a long time to fall. The eyes seemed to be churning, as if they were not convinced, and their mouths were muttering, as if to say, you real soldiers are not, our great cavalry, they all fight on horseback, and you specifically kick my legs, it's not fair, it's so unfair......

The danger around Han Xing has not yet been lifted.

Another group of devil cavalry rushed towards Han Xing. Zhang Xiaosan, Li Dazhong, and even Wu Xiaoming were forced to meet the enemy, and they had no hands to spare time to protect Han Xing.

At this time, Han Xing only had the last barrier, and that was the fifth sister Wang Xiu'e. Wu Xiu'e held a gun in her right hand, and held her short knife tightly in her left hand, pushing Han Xing behind her, as long as the devil was close, it would be a gun to fight, "Horn!" Trumpet! Horn Horn! ”

The devils who are close to Han Xing have fallen off their horses one after another.

Another devil waved a saber and pounced, Wang Xiu'e fired two shots in a row and missed, Han Xing didn't hit two shots, and the little devil rushed to him at once. With a flick of the saber, it was slashed down.

Wang Xiu'e hurriedly passed the short knife in her left hand to her right hand, which was really fast as lightning, and no one else could see what was going on, and her action was completed. Her short knife lifted upwards and blocked the devil's saber.

This knife only felt so powerful that it shook his shoulders and hurt.

The devil stopped his horse sharply, and then circled the war horse back. Wang Xiu'e and Han Xing fired a few more shots, but instead of hitting the devil, they knocked the war horse down. This little devil seemed to be a master, and before the war horse could all lie down, he jumped off the war horse, brandished a saber in his hand, and rushed towards Wang Xiu'e and Han Xing on foot.

Wang Xiu'e pounced and fought with the devil's saber with a short knife.

This little devil is skilled in knives, Wang Xiu'e is not a rookie, the two of them "Ge Chang" and "Ge Chang" fought for a while, Wang Xiu'e gave full play to her kung fu expertise, the knife was fighting on the top, the legs were prepared below, and she saw the opportunity and kicked the little ghost.

This little devil also owed hard work, and was kicked by Wang Xiu'e with one kick, and his body shook.

Wang Xiu'e tasted the sweetness at this moment, forced the little devil's saber with a short knife, and kicked him when he saw the opportunity.

After the little devil was kicked a few times, he really kicked out the problem, his legs limped, his lower body was not good, and his upper body was of course not flexible.

Wang Xiu'e thought that the opportunity was coming, and saw the opportunity for the little devil's body to be uncoordinated, and with a flick of the short knife, the little devil forced him over with a saber. Who would have thought that this knife was false, Wang Xiu'e pulled the knife back again, and slashed towards the little devil's neck with a single knife.

This knife was sharpened, and it directly cut the artery of the little devil, and a stream of blood spurted out. The little devil's body shook twice, and of course he couldn't fight anymore.

Wang Xiu'e thought, I won't make you uncomfortable, give you a sharp one, and gave him a knife, and the knife cut at his throat. The knife was fatal, and the little devil rolled backwards, glared at each other, kicked his legs, and was over in a few clicks.

After Wang Xiu'e solved this devil, Han Xing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the situation on the battlefield.

These two squadrons of devils have basically finished playing, and only the last few devils remain, riding tall Anglo-Norman horses, and are anxious to turn around our tanks, but there is no way to do it, and in the end there is really no way but to use the saber of hatred to slash the steel plate on the tank.

This devil chopped it, and that devil chopped it again, and some of them didn't understand their hatred even after chopping a knife, so they chopped a few times.

The ruthless saber chopping down can only cut strings of sparks on the armor, and nothing else will work.

A few strings of assault rifle bullets hit them, and these devils fell off their horses, and the jade shattered.

Looking into the distance, there are sparse and sparse corpses of devils and war horses everywhere, one after another, extending into the distance, like a river of dead devils and war horses. Some devils were hit by several bullets, and some of the horses were dead and hit a lot of bullets.

Han Xing looked at the casualties of his troops again, and they were not small, more than a dozen soldiers were killed, seven or eight soldiers were seriously injured, and more than 20 were lightly injured.

But these heroic soldiers, relying on their own flesh and blood, protected these tanks from the melee attacks of the Japanese army.

Zhang Xiaosan's guard company once again concentrated on Han Xing's side, Yin Zhaoli rode on a tall Anglo-Norman horse, and was also reorganizing the team of the special operations battalion, swam forward and jumped out of the tank, ran to Han Xing's side, and asked, "Next, what should we do?" ”

Han Xing calmly took the binoculars and observed the other half of Futian's cavalry team, and said to You Qianqian: "It's not what we do, but what to do with the devils?" What they do, and then what we do. ”

Fukuda Daisa, who was a few kilometers away, was watching the battle here in pain, his heart was trembling, his heart was aching violently, two elite cavalry squadrons, it was over, it was killed by Chinese tanks in this way, that is, in the blink of an eye. How many years of hard work, a piece of flesh on his body, was pulled down so bloodily.

After the lesson of blood, he finally understood a truth, that is, cavalry and tank fighting, that is self-destruction.

If four squadrons rush together, they will still perish, but a little slower. He wants to preserve the bloodline of this cavalry brigade, wait for the opportunity, and then fight again.

Fukuda Osa finally gave the order to retreat: "Let's retreat, we can keep as much as we can!" The last sentence is a bit lamenting the fate of bad fate, it is really the glory of the cavalry for a while, and there is no choice but to fall.

Han Xing had already seen through the telescope that the other half of the devil's cavalry was about to retreat, and said to You Qianqian: "Battalion Commander You, the devil is retreating, what are we waiting for?" Chase and fight. Battalion Commander Yin, Company Commander Zhang! ”

Yin Zhaoli and Zhang Xiaosan shouted: "Here!" "Hurry up and listen to orders.

"I'll get on the tank, and you'll follow up slowly behind the tank. But be careful, don't come into contact with the devil's army, understand? ”

"Understood." Yin Zhaoli and Zhang Xiaosan replied in unison. However, Zhang Xiaosan was still a little uneasy, and asked again: "Commander Han, but your safety is ......?"

It seems that Zhang Xiaosan is worried about the safety of Han Bank.

Han Xing said to Zhang Xiaosan: "I've entered the turtle shell, what are you worried about, just command your troops well." ”

Zhang Xiaosan was right to think about it, the inside of the tank was definitely better protected than his own guard troops with his bare hands, so he had to nod and agree.

Han Xing got into You Qianqian's command car, and shouted to You Qianqian: "Battalion Commander You, drive at full speed, against the cavalry troops of the little devils, pursue-"

You Qianqian immediately commanded his tank troops and launched a pursuit of the cavalry units of the little devils.

At a distance of several thousand meters, with the speed of a tank car of more than 50 kilometers per hour, it is there in the blink of an eye. No matter how fast the little devil's horse is, it can't be faster than the tank.

The tank battalion swimming forward quickly changed from a circular formation to a shock formation. More than 70 12.7 mm heavy machine guns, with barrels pointed towards the sky, fired a dense number of bullets one after another.

The 37-mm guns, firing high-explosive grenades, also hit the ranks of the little devils.

Fukuda really has no way at all, let's fight, the steel plate on the tank car can't be hit by bullets, run, no matter how much you run, you can't run the tracks on the tank. The most frightening thing was the heavy machine gun on the tank, which was really the god of death, and on the way forward, it spilled dense bullets and hit the ground with strings of dirt bubbles.

Some war horses were suddenly shot in high-speed running, and one of them grabbed the ground, and the one behind couldn't dodge, and they also smashed up at once, and one of the war horses fell, and a large group of war horses fell. The rider on the horse couldn't stand it even more, and he fell to the ground and was injured, one by one his head broke and he bled out, and he even broke his bones.

The roar of the tank's motor behind it was getting louder and louder, like a ghost, alarming the horses and the riders on the horses more and more shockingly.

It seems that the cavalry is really going to withdraw from the stage of history.

In order not to annihilate the whole brigade, Fukuda ordered the cavalry to disperse and retreat. The cavalry brigades were scattered, and the tanks of the Chinese army were scattered, scattering to chase these fleeing cavalrymen in all directions.

Countless horses fell, and countless excellent riders died under the heavy machine guns on tank cars and under the speeding steel tracks.

Fukuda didn't escape, a 12.7 mm bullet fell from the sky, hit his head right in the face without bias, and it opened all at once, and colorful things flowed all over Fukuda Daisa's body.

Until death, Fukuda Osa was still muttering in his mouth: "Cavalry, cavalry, my cavalry, born at the wrong time......"

Just farther away from the rout of the cavalry of the Fukuda brigade, Fujita Shigeichi silently watched all this with a telescope, his heart was really cold, he hated to die, he closed his eyes weakly, and could no longer bear to watch the scene of the cavalry being slaughtered by tanks.

Of course, Shio Shoichi also saw this ending. Sixiong Zhengyi was a little sad and a little angry in his heart, I said a long time ago, cavalry can't fight against tanks, you still don't believe it, suffer a loss! Who should bear this responsibility? But the official level crushed people to death, and he was still silently enduring all this.

Shigeichi Fujita said to Shio Shoichi almost in a mosquito humming voice, "Shiyu-kun, what should we do?" What exactly should we do? ”

Shixiong Shoichi said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Your Excellency, Honorable Commander, for such an incomparably powerful tank, our cavalry should try our best to avoid it. In my opinion, it is still covered by the infantry brigade, and the main force of our cavalry continues to advance northward, accomplishing the goal we should accomplish, and not entangled with this small tank force anymore. ”

Fujita Shigeru thought about it, but there was no other way, so he had to say: "Okay, let's continue to advance, and let the infantry brigade cover our northward advance." ”