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With the advance of the Red Fourth Regiment coming from the back road, like a sharp steel knife, fiercely cut through the Cossack queue, this battle worthy of a big battle in the eastern suburbs of the county began.

The three-way fierce red cavalry that entered the Tsarist Russian army group circled back and forth in the enemy group, like a huge mixer, which disrupted the formation of the Tsarist Russian soldiers, stirred up the will of the Tsarist soldiers, and rolled up a wave of blood. On the avenues, on the trails, on the mounds, as long as the soldiers of Tsarist Russia, there will be red cavalry rushing up.

The sound of the cannons gradually became scarce, and the sound of gunfire was also messy, only the incessant trumpets on Wenshan Mountain and the top of the city walls, only the piercing sound of iron weapons colliding on the battlefield, and the screams of killing in different languages, shaking the earth. At this time, a lofty word will look pale, in fact, the most affordable thing is that no matter who is on both sides, they are fighting for their own survival, in order to prove that they are more fierce than their opponents. Only the more fierce will there be more hope for survival.

Minev and his famously fierce group of Cossacks were cowardly after only a confrontation with the Red Army knights who came in like a stream of iron. In just one encounter, the unstoppable opponent not only cut down his standard-bearer, but a cold knife also grazed his scalp, and if he hadn't escaped quickly, the next knife would have killed him. These jackals, who are accustomed to killing ordinary people and seeing cowards with big pigtails, are best at turning their legs and stomachs and numbing their hands and feet when facing opponents who are more fierce than them in momentum.

Run! The Cossacks knew, and so did Minev. It's messy, it's all messy, the opponent didn't give him a chance to organize a "gun array" to resist, just with the knife in his hand, it can't kill the army that is far higher than his own in number and momentum, and now, only to run. Minev has not learned thirty-six tricks, and if he still has the opportunity to see it, he will definitely scoff at Sun Wuzi's last plan, "What about running, hmph, you still need to teach this too?" Fools don't know. ”

Around the three queyi, Liang Chengfu left a way for the Tsars in advance, which naturally inspired the Tsarists to have a strong desire to survive.

The frightened Cossacks wrapped up Minev and fled south, the artillerymen who had long been cut and killed also fled south, and the Russian infantrymen at the front, as long as they had a chance to run, had their eyes aimed in the same direction to the south.

On the battlefield, a handful of Tsarist Russia, which was still stubbornly resisting, continued to be ruthlessly hacked by the rampaging Red Army soldiers. Tsarist Russia, fleeing for their lives, had to race with the four hooves of the Red Army with their two feet, and also had to compete with the knights on the horses to see who could lift their guns and chopping knives faster.

Liang Chengfu doesn't have the kind of kindness that the poor don't chase, and he knows what the Tsarist ghosts at his feet will encounter soon. He put down the binoculars in his hand, kicked his foot on a mountain rock and crushed it a few times like an ant, and then looked at the guards behind him, "Go down the mountain." ”

None of Minev and his men did not know that there was a river ahead. For a few months, they have been running all over the mountains and rivers in this area, and there are still places they don't know. But running away is running away, there is not so much room for negotiation, and it is better to run in the river than to run with bullets and sabers.

However, they are familiar with the terrain, and they are ignorant of anything else. The horse corps always ran faster than the infantry, and Minev and the Cossacks rushed to the river like a strong wind, and a few brave Cossacks jumped into the river without hesitation. Behind them, among the rolling hills, a human head flashed, it was the fast infantrymen.

"Smack!" A crisp gunshot rang out, followed by a burst of gunfire, swept across the river. The Cossacks who jumped into the river fell into the river one after another, and the blood polluted the clear river. The Cossacks on the shore were beaten in all directions.

"For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward!" In the midst of the sudden gunfire, along the north bank of the river from west to east, the terrified roar and the roar of the trumpets sounded again.

Under the red flag of hunting, Xu Fang took the lead in killing.

For the sake of the more than 700 Tsarist ghosts of Minev, Liang Cheng used more than 2,000 horses from the Red Fourth Regiment and the Red Fifth Regiment to run? How can there be such a cheap thing.

The Tsarist Russians were on a dead end. In the south, the remnants of the Russian soldiers near the shore were about to flee, while in the north, the Russians, who had finally escaped under the "cover" of the other brothers, arrived again, and the two collided, and they became a mess. These guys, in front of the Red Army, which shouted loudly and shouted one after another on all sides, were like a big nest of ants scalded by boiling water, and dispersed in an uproar.

Xu Fang, who pounced on the enemy group, waved the saber up and down, left and right, there was blood on the knife, blood on the body, and blood left behind. is like a lion, going straight to the Russian officer who has been stared at by him from afar.

Minev, who was just subconsciously running away, turned his horse's head at this time, opened a pair of blood-red eyes, and stared at the opponent who was chasing after him. On the mound, which was not high, he could see clearly, and on the battlefield, everywhere was a pair of fire-breathing eyes, sabers flying up and down, and the Red Army soldiers on all sides of the war horses, chasing and cutting down his officers and soldiers who had grazed sheep all over the mountains, and all he heard at any time was the same kind of screams and desperate wails that he was familiar with.

With no way out, Minev understood that what he had encountered was not the bandits in the mountains that he had imagined before he went out, but the Red Army of the Southern Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which had already terrified the Tsarist Navy at sea. Damn, those two damn Barushka and Dasamov, didn't you say that negotiations began, didn't you say that the southern government army would not come? He was filled with an indescribable sourness at this moment.

Facing a desperate situation, Minev has no more scruples and ideas, and his previous courage seems to have recovered. He mustered all his strength, suddenly screamed, and condescendingly slashed at his opponent, and now, the only thing he had to maintain was the nobility of the tsar's soldiers, and he must not become a coward to be slaughtered like his subordinates.

Facing the desperate and vicious opponent's saber that was carrying the bleak wind and splitting his head, Xu Fang did not parry, but turned his head to give way to the edge, and the saber in his hand waved backhand, slashing at Minev's arm like lightning.

The two horses were staggered, and Minev, who had exhausted all his strength, missed with a knife, but there was a sharp pain like a tear on his right arm. Half of Minev's body shook, and the saber fell to the ground.

Xu Fang quickly swung back the war horse, and with a contemptuous smile on his face, he chased after Minev again. From the other party's clothing, he already knew that the guy in front of him was a bigger and more valuable Tsarist ghost than the dead ghost of Bakutsky, and he had to catch a live mouth.

More than a dozen Russian soldiers rolled and crawled up a small hill, and only a few remaining muskets were just raised towards the Red Army cavalry chasing below, but a group of men and horses suddenly rushed up from behind, and with the flash of swords, gunshots and screams rang out at the same time.

Chopping melons and vegetables to clean up the dozen or so Tsarist ghosts, Cheng Ming didn't look back, and rushed down the hill with a horse, and behind him, a small team of followers hurriedly chased after him. The group of men and horses, slashing and killing, rushed up to a mound near the riverbank, which happened to be the place where Minev had just passed.

As the battle came to an end, Cheng Ming reined in his mount, wiped the back of his hand holding the saber on his forehead, and the guards scattered around him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, okay," Cheng Ming's saber suddenly pointed, "Look, look, let's see how Xu Fang, this kid, took down that old ghost." ”

In Cheng Ming's direction, in the eyes of more than a dozen guards, dozens of steps away, Xu Fang's war horse rushed to Minev's side like a wind, and Minev, who had run for a short distance with his right arm, was already lying on the horse's back at this time, with his body on one side, and his left hand raised the short spear that he had just touched.

Don't allow Minev to pull the trigger, "Smack!" Xu Fang's knife slapped the back of Minev's hand fiercely. With a cry of pain from Minev, he let go of his right hand, threw away his saber, followed his body and leaned forward, grabbed Minev's belt, raised his foot and kicked at the opponent's mount, and yelled, "Come here!" The tall and stout Minev obediently left his saddle and landed on Xu Fang's horse.

"Good!"

"How's that, awesome?" In the applause of the guards in unison, Cheng Ming waved his saber at Xu Fang, who came from Pegasus, and praised with satisfaction, "Don't look at a small, authentic raw calf, you should ......"

"Not good!" Cheng Ming's tone suddenly changed, he screamed, and the mount also swooped out. He saw Xu Fang's originally smiling face suddenly distorted, obviously in extreme pain......

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