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The waist of the gourd-shaped valley came out a little, and Huang Chunxi's rearguard troops were stepping up to make various preparations before moving to the defense. On both sides of the "gourd waist", it was barely possible to climb the slopes of the mountain, and the few vigilant people who had rushed up just in case also began to descend the mountain.

An army that has taken advantage of the opponent will naturally be smooth whether it will continue to attack or retreat immediately. As far as an army that has just suffered a heavy setback, and whose spiritual contagion is constantly spreading, if it is reluctant to continue the offensive, it may be better to say something, but if it is not a very tenacious whole, it will generally be difficult to extricate itself from the tragic fate of having no fighting spirit, no fighting spirit, and the army will immediately become scattered.

However, at the moment, Huang Chunxi's men seem to be an exception.

Perhaps it was because the officers and men felt that they would be able to get out of the cruel battlefield immediately, and they had received a little comfort from the strong psychological pressure, or perhaps they were afraid that the Taiping Red Army, which was dozens of feet away, would suddenly pull their hind legs when they heard their voices here. Except for the mixed footsteps, there was no more shouting. Despite the shortness of breath and the occasional garlic under their feet, each of them seemed to be doing their best to restrain themselves. In order to "run" more smoothly, in the rapid assembly, many of the officers and soldiers who began to take on avant-garde tasks at this time, although they were accustomed to the life of the "uncle", would silently and consciously help the panicked and helpless husbands and servants in the baggage team to lead the donkeys and horses, and they seemed to be honest and orderly.

On Huang Chunxi's distorted face, there was finally some satisfied smile.

The avant-garde team that gathered into a stream of people was already moving towards the wide "gourd bottom" chrysalis, and soon, they were still trotting. The long and orderly queue began to pass through the positions of the artillery team that were still preparing for the last fierce fire, and passed through the group of people who were in charge of the artillery escort task that had been pressed at the end and now seemed destined to be pressed again with their chins propped up with their muzzles propped up and their eyes full of envy.

As soon as they heard that they could immediately follow the second battalion to withdraw from this fateful place, they were like "addicts" who had eaten opium, and they suddenly didn't know where such a force came from, and some simply got up and drilled directly into the ranks of the second battalion. This round of attacks really chilled them. If it weren't for the mercy of the standard commanders, there were the "cannons", guns and bayonets of the Taiping Red Army in front, and there were the overseers in the back who didn't recognize their own mothers and sons, I was afraid that they would all have to become people from another world like the cavalry team that rushed out.

The defeat of the 3rd Battalion, which was in a disorderly manner, immediately disrupted the rear of the 2nd Battalion. The front was still a good two-way column, but when it came to the back, it became a big lump of black pressure. With the surge of this large lump of porridge, the formation of the cannon queue was impulsive. All of a sudden, in the valley, which had only calmed down for a while, people shouted, horses neighed, and donkeys chirped.

Half of his face was covered with blood, and he was lying in a corner, receiving the bands of the camp doctor to treat the wound on his forehead, obviously not expecting his subordinates to be so uncompetitive. He understood the temper of Lord Biaotong, and immediately regardless of whether the wound was properly wrapped or not, he jumped to his feet, and was about to run to stop the audacity of his men. Unexpectedly, after only running a few steps, before he could shout a word out of his wide open mouth, he received a heavy slap on the blood-stained half of his face. This slap hit him so that the white cloth belt that had not yet been wrapped on his head floated up, and a stream of blood gushed out of the torn wound, which immediately covered one of his eyes.

"Raised by a son of a bitch, Lao Tzu is telling you to retreat, not to flee!" Huang Chunxi raised his palm stained with blood, looked at the pain that almost fainted and almost fell, spat at the stars, and cursed viciously without mercy, "Call those dog mongrels of yours to get out of the way immediately, or Lao Tzu will dispose of them on the spot!" ”

"Boom, boom, boom......" seemed to answer Huang Chunxi, and suddenly, pieces of fire flickered, followed by bursts of thunder.

The hysterical Hwang Chun-hee had just had time to look at Taniguchi, who had now become the only way for him to return to his hometown, and what he heard was the kind of shrill horn sound that was already familiar to his opponent and made him feel piercing and unbearable, and a tsunami-like cry that seemed to be more shocking than thunder.

Huang Chunxi must be reluctant at this time, but he has to face the tragic scene of the avant-garde who has trotted out of the valley mouth, and now the wolf bèi who is like a tiger jumping and a dog is scurrying back.

After two hours, as soon as the regiment of the Red 90th Division, which had marched forcibly for more than 30 miles in the dark night, appeared on the battlefield, it firmly planted the "bottom of the gourd." The officers and soldiers of the regiment first stopped head-on, and then closely pursued the defeated Zhongyi Rescue, slaughtered into the valley, fought hand-to-hand, and did not give the opponent's foreign guns a chance to fire.

The wide valley mouth was open to greet more and more Red Army troops of the Celestial Empire in the roar of "For the sake of advancing the Celestial Empire".

Like the waves in the sea, the white miserable and miserable knife waves, the front waves did not fall, and the back waves rose again, and the loyal and righteous rescue ** artillery array that lost the shelter has also become a smooth road for the Red Army of the Ren Tian Dynasty to gallop......

Just after cleaning up the two hundred horse team that Huang Chunxi was proud of, looking at the valley mouth position that was originally crazy and swooping down three times regardless of life or death, but suddenly disappeared in the valley like a hula and a retreat, Xi Bingxun and Jiang Yunxiang, who were ready to avoid the opponent's artillery fire and frenzied revenge again, completely forgot about their fatigue at this moment.

"For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward!" They rushed out of position, shouted again, and stretched out their strong legs again. Rows of shining spears, overwhelming swords and shadows, like a strong wind rushing into the belly of the "gourd"......

In the belly of Nuoda's "gourd", the soldiers on both sides were entangled together. There is no market for the well-behaved gun array. Regardless of the side, any soldier who can shoot the bullet in his own chamber will not have the time and opportunity to reload the next bullet, and only the most primitive hand-to-hand combat is the only key to the life and death of both sides.

The most primitive hand-to-hand combat is also the most brutal. Seeing that the stone ramparts defense line that had not yet been constructed by the battalion behind him was torn apart in an instant by the sharp Celestial Empire Red Army. Seeing the second battalion that ran out and fled back from the front with its tail between its legs, the fragile nerves of the third battalion in the middle were immediately broken. Since there is no way to enter the earth, then you have to go to heaven.

The three battalions, which were scattered in a crumbling manner, would not listen to anyone's shouts and obstructions, and used their hands and feet together to climb along the hillside of the "gourd waist".

Huang Chunxi, who thought he had been shrewd for decades since he left his mother's womb, is now dumbfounded. I really couldn't get out of it, and suddenly I looked back, and I was in the dim light.

Many of his subordinates who had seen Huang Chunxi's image at that time, in their later days, were full of praise for their former Lord Biaotong. Because, they have all seen with their own eyes, in the face of the Taiping Red Army pressed up on both sides, they did not move, and they could be called the standard adults whose faces did not change color when Mount Tai was pressed. They saw that under the "hijacking" of the guards, although they had to join the ranks of climbing the mountain, Lord Biaotong had struggled so much at first, shouting and scolding. Of course, it is forgivable that they are not roundworms in Huang Chunxi's stomach, and they don't know that their standard lord is actually the same as them, who was stupid and stunned by the strange tactics and fierce momentum of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire. They wouldn't even know that if no one paid attention to him when he joined the guard, he would continue to stand in such a demented state until he became a ghost under the Red Army of the Celestial Empire. The struggle and angry scolding of the so-called "hijacking" of the guards are actually fake, but they are just for their own face. Of course, those who praise their standard lords have another purpose that they dare not say publicly, that is, how many years after them, there are still people who still hate the Red Army of the Celestial Empire, in their hearts, if Huang Chunxi is not tall, can it be called the Red Army of the Celestial Empire? Of course, all those who praise their standard lord still have one thing in common, that is, no one says the truth about the death of their standard lord, only that their standard lord is self-judged.

What about the truth?

It cannot be said that Huang Chunxi's guards are not tenacious. However, in the face of the large number of Red Army troops of the Celestial Empire that came from front to back like stormy waves, since they had lost the meaning of continuing to fight, it was better to go out first. If they stay in the green mountains, they will not be afraid of running out of firewood, which is their obligation.

As a result, the sound of killing in the valley below the mountain shook the sky, and the sharp sound of uninterrupted steel intersecting pierced people's nerves, which made people can't help but tighten their strands. On the hillside, the loyal rescuers who are struggling to climb, including Huang Chunxi, are like a large area of geckos, even if they have felt their hands and feet sore, they are still gritting their teeth and persevering, and they are not willing to lag behind, and they keep going up and up all the time......

Huang Chunxi is sober, and after sobering up, Huang Chunxi no longer cares about the face just now, but has to consider his current demeanor. In the "event" of rock climbing, it is natural that you can't compete with other people. He was one of the few who quickly climbed to the front. When he was about to approach the top of the hill, Huang Chunxi, whose chest was hot and almost bursting, eased his hands and feet, pouted his buttocks, put his head on a small tree, twisted a miserable white face like a ghost, and gasped for breath. Inadvertently, he saw a familiar face behind his ass. Gou Pipe Belt!

It's not half of his face, but it's already a blood-stained pipe belt, and it's definitely exhausting to be able to persist in climbing to this point. He suddenly crawled under Huang Chunxi's feet like mud, his mouth wide open like a dog, and he breathed a lot and breathed in pitifully.

Huang Chunxi gritted his teeth, hugged the small tree in front of him with both hands, and encouraged the pipe belt under his feet, "...... again Hold on a little longer, since ancient times...... Since ancient times, there is nothing difficult, as long as you are willing to climb. As he spoke, he screamed with his arms, and finally climbed the last rock.

With an almost victorious attitude, he looked back at the bottom of the hot valley that was still fighting, damn, Lao Tzu will be ...... sooner or later

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