It seems that the artillery fire is intensive, but in fact it is not intensive, Ma Guoliang on horseback whips the war horse and constantly rushes forward, after rushing through the hell of iron and fire, in front of him is an open area, compared to the previous hell, although the bullets are fired from all sides from time to time, but here is still as calm as heaven.

The flat, unploughed cultivated land, no matter how you look at it, did not seem to pose any threat, and more and more cavalry crossed that fire blockade.

"Brothers, kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing echoed in the night sky, and the sound of horses' hooves boiled again, at this time Ma Guoliang, who was riding on a horse, seemed to see the moment when he smashed the yellow dragon, and saw the scene where the eldest brother said, "If you smash the hard walnuts, you can gnaw the incense", in the sound of the horse's hooves, he seems to have an illusion, these rebels who shrank their heads like turtles, will soon flee in all directions under his saber, he will be like the eldest and uncle of the year, riding horses, chasing and cutting the Hunan army for dozens of miles, and all the trees along the way are full of corpses, Thousands of captives were sliced open and dragged behind horses with their intestines tied to them.

How long do people have intestines, and how many laps can they run? Maybe when they win, they should make a bet that they will delay longer than anyone else, this is a test of the rider's skill!

Just when this illusion appeared, the war horse that was originally galloping on the flat ground ran into a slope, and the next moment with the sudden neighing of the war horse, Ma Guoliang realized the trouble, and when he wanted to restrain the horse, the tamed war horse suddenly became irritable, roaring forward and running left and right, until then Ma Guoliang saw that the field in front of him was no longer flat, but ...... Trench.

Perhaps this is barely a trench, a trench that is only more than a meter deep but six or seven meters wide, this trench is actually made of river ditches, water channels and then entrenched trenches, unlike any trench, this trench is full of bamboo poles inserted into the ground, one end of the bamboo pole coated with mud is sharpened, and it is inserted diagonally into the ground.

At night, the mud-coated bamboo poles are inconspicuous and even overlooked, and this "bamboo forest" is also sloping, with the first row only one foot high, and then each row grows at a height of a few inches, until the pair of bamboo poles stuck straight into the ditch reaches about two meters long, and the bamboo poles are also sharpened.

A few minutes ago, there was still silence here, but now, this place is boiling, the outward side has been dug into a gentle slope, those war horses who desperately broke through the outer defense almost rushed into this trench in the dark night, the low sharp bamboo can not stop the footsteps of the war horse, but can stab the war horse, this only makes the original surname of the violent war horse more restless, the war horse neighed and jumped forward, and finally fell heavily on the sharp bamboo, the bamboo tip pierced the horse's body, stabbed the cavalry.

For a time, although the slope was full of the miserable roar of the war horse, the subsequent war horse was unable to restrain the cavalry for a while, rushed into the trench, and was pierced by the bamboo pole from low to high, and at the other end, the machine gunner was holding the machine gun, shooting methodically, and the machine gun that strictly controlled the rate of fire was constantly waving bullets and strafing the cavalry that followed.

The lines of tracer bullets in the night sky swept in front of the trench from the inside and outside, a trap that was lightly designed, a trap that made it impossible for the cavalry to advance and retreat.

Entering, the trench in front blocked their retreat with bamboo guns, retreated, and the Lu Yanjian in the rear was desperately pushed away and exploded by the infantry team, but it was blocked by bullets, and the Qing army infantry and cavalry in this open area where they could not advance or retreat were completely uncovered, and the scorching bullets swept towards them from all sides, arbitrarily harvesting their lives.

The artillery fired air-burst shells, almost blasting the enemy into a pulp in the open area where the ruler had been calibrated and could not hide. And the bombardment of 82-mm mortar shells did not stop for a moment. The soldiers in the front-line bunkers used their rifles and heavy machine guns to eliminate the enemy who were not killed by the shells.

The fierce battle lasted only ten minutes, and in the moonlight, except for the mournful roar of the war horses and the neighing of the wounded, it seemed that in an instant, all other sounds disappeared.

In the moonlight, when the sound of gunfire stopped, the swordsmen on their horses with big knives on their backs appeared in this open area, there were no cheers, no shouts, they rode on horses, with the moon, when they saw the wounded struggling on the ground, they would fly by, and the moment the big knife in their hands swept past the neck of the wounded, their heads were separated, and blood splattered out.

At this moment of counting the battlefield, there is no longer a gunshot, some are just the most primitive scene, the swordsmen in Guanzhong use their most skillful methods to solve these enemies, and the big knives tied with red ropes will be more useful than foreign guns, not to mention that compared to the guns, the most skilled guys of the swordsmen are still about eight catties and four taels of big knives made by blacksmiths.

Ma Guoliang, who was pierced with a few blood holes in his body in the bamboo spear, saw a knife man walking towards him, he wanted to raise the Hezhou knife in his hand, when the war horse fell, his arm was pierced by the bamboo spear, and it was not until the war horse fell that he reacted, the history of the bamboo gun forest, this ...... This is the bamboo spear forest of the black head Yong, and his memory seems to go back to the scene he saw when he was a teenager.

In front of a group of ragged and desperate old men with bamboo guns and black cloth on their heads, and in the rear were groups of women holding babies, the same desperate group of people, there was a distance of more than a hundred feet between the old man and the women, when they slashed and killed the old men with guns who were still trembling, when the cavalry screamed and rushed towards those women, in front of them were not these muddy bamboo spear arrays buried in the ditch?

The killing of grandpa and grandma made the children kneel behind and cry, watching their relatives finally be swept away by the torrent of war horses. Behind the bamboo spear array, there were thousands of "black-headed warriors" armed with red tassel spears, lined up in a dense phalanx and pounced on them.

Aren't these swordsmen the same black-headed warriors who rushed from all around with big knives and spears shouting "begging for work, begging for work"?

Finally, the swordsman walked in front of Ma Guoliang, under the moonlight, the Qinglong Daoyi, which was different from the Hezhou knife, was still dripping with blood, and the swordsman didn't say much, just said a word.

"Retribution!"

The next moment, Ma Guoliang only saw the silhouette of the knife falling, and at the moment when the knife fell, he seemed to see the words that the person said back then.

“……”

But before that sentence came out, Ma Guoliang felt a chill around his neck, and suddenly people were in two places.

The screams of the prisoners of war resounded in the silvery moonlight, and although this sound was harsh, the soldiers in the bunker were silently reloading their rifles, waiting for the next round of enemy attack, ignoring everything in front of them and behind them, after all, the only thing they had to do in the absence of further orders was to nail them to their positions.

"Kill them all!"

With a roar, there was a scream from the earthen fortress of the first battalion of soldiers, and the cavalry of the horse team, who could not escape back, were tied with their hands behind their backs, and the soldiers who were lying on the ground raised their swords without blinking, and hundreds of heads fell to the ground at once.

The left and right hands grabbed two bloody heads, tied the braids of the two, and put them directly on the horse, Li Shijie rode towards the Zhongying camp fort, and the sentry on the fort immediately let go of the gate when he saw that it was the commander of the forward battalion, and the human head hanging on the horse's waist only made the sentry's heart tight.

"Lu Shuai, the rout army has been cut down by me! It's their head! ”

When the sound fell, Lu Hongtao saw two bloody heads thrown in front of the case, and when he looked at it with the kerosene lamp, Lu Hongtao screamed in shock, this head turned out to be Ma Tingfu and Ma Tingyou.

"You...... You ......"

Staring at Li Shijie, Lu Hongtao was speechless.

"Lu Shuai, this name is here, it depends on whether Lu Shuai is willing to be a Han or not!"

As soon as he bowed, Li Shijie asked in a deep voice.

"It's hard to be honored! Nanxun, you ...... You're forcing me......"

Staring at the two heads in front of the case, Lu Hongtao sighed helplessly and shook his head.

"Lu Shuai, the matter has come to this, I'm afraid I can't help but turn it back, Ma Anliang has lost 10,000 foot horses, and now the whole army is panicking, take advantage of the chaos to do the opposite, only then can there be a way to live, otherwise it will ......"

Glancing at Li Shijie, Cao Dajun admired in his heart that this person was bold, and he actually beheaded Ma Anliang's two sons with the help of the rout, and said in a low voice.

"That's the case, Lu Shuai has no way out!"

It's life, it's death, it's all a thought! Staring at the head of the bloody man in front of the case, Lu Hongtao waved his hand.

"That's it! Whoever makes you and I are both Han Chinese! Inform the commanders of the battalions to discuss the big tent! ”

"Lu Shuai, there is no need to discuss matters, as long as the adult gives an order, the 32nd Battalion of the Right Wing Army will obey all orders!"

Li Shijie clenched his fists and said, these people are not less affected by the anger of that group of mongrels, and the big guys are all holding their stomachs with a stomach. Everyone has already made up their minds, or Ma An wins, just endure it first, if it is defeated, it will be against his mother!

"You ......"

"Please Lu Shuai, don't blame us for doing loyal things!"

When Li Shijie came out of the tent with his fists, Cao Dajun smiled and saluted Lu Hongtao with his fists.

"Congratulations to Lu Shuai!"

"What a joy!"

Lu Hongtao, who was originally expressionless, squeezed out a smile, and his face did not see the previous embarrassment, and even a little smug flashed between his eyebrows.

"If it happens, Lu Shuai will be the first hero of the Northwest Recovery, and he will be able to enter the dynasty for politics when the time comes, get the joy of governance, and win the call of the people, Lu Shuai, there is ...... better than this"

"Master Cao!"

Elongated the voice, but Lu Hongtao squinted his eyes, from the beginning when Li Shijie was in the army, he got the news, but he just pretended not to see it, and even acquiesced, waiting for this opportunity, the Gan army is far less than the Beiyang Army, Yuan Shikai has surrendered, he will not be a loyal minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he is not a banner man, how can he be loyal to death.

Rebel ...... He really didn't have the guts, so he was waiting for the others to do it.

"It's hard to be honored...... Hard! Order of the Great Calamity...... He's the first to do it! ”

"Lu Shuai, how can there be an immortal reason in a war, it is difficult to honor, it is a great difficulty, if it is ......"

Before Cao Dajun finished speaking, Lu Hongtao waved his hand to interrupt his words.

"Cao Dajun, look at his creation! If it happens, let's keep a Gengchen for the country! ”

(To be continued)