The choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the violent explosions continued to sweep into the bloody rain of death in the horse team, and the whistling of bullets from the sound of the wind swept around like a summer rainstorm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ma Yukun, who led the Yi Army horse team to take the lead and launched an attack on the garrison army, had already killed his eyes at this time, to be precise, he was angered by the tragic situation of the brothers around him who kept dying, after so many years of fighting, he had not encountered such a helpless moment, this was not a war, it was completely a massacre.

"Kill ......"

Waving the saber in his hand, looking at the enemy who was still a hundred feet away, Ma Yukun's voice burst out with a hoarse howl, his voice was already hoarse, and even in order to make the war horse under his crotch run faster, the spurs at the root of his boots stabbed the horse's abdomen, and the wild run of hundreds of meters had made the war horse breathe heavily, and even the horse's neck was covered with beads of sweat.

"Hurry up, hurry up and ......"

Just when Ma Yukun stared at the front line of the rebel army, the black ocean horse under his crotch continued to impact forward under the whip of his master, and suddenly a somewhat dull whistling sound fell from high and low in the air, this whistling sound is different from the sharpness of the camp cannon and a little dull, although it is dull but extremely deadly.

Just when the whistle came, Ma Yukun couldn't help but raise his head, he only saw a black dot slowly falling, at this moment, he even had an illusion - the black dot could be grabbed by reaching out, but this was definitely an illusion, if he reached out to grab him, he would definitely be smashed.

Finally, the black dot almost landed close to the horse's body, and at the moment of landing, the war horse leaped over violently...... The soil behind the horse's body suddenly rose.

"Boom ......"

The shock wave raised by the violent explosion knocked the galloping war horse down. The horse's belly was torn to pieces in an instant. The inertia of the impact sent the horse several feet forward. At the same time as the war horse fell, the horse's intestines and internal organs flowed out of the abdominal cavity and dragged away in the direction of its fall.

The fallen war horse neighed in pain, and it didn't even have the strength to struggle, it just neighed in pain, and Ma Yukun, who fell with the war horse, shook his head and struggled to get up from under the fallen war horse after a moment of drowsiness.

The violent ringing in his ears shook his head. Everything he saw was blurry, and even everything he saw was ghosted, blood flowed from his nostrils and ears, and the nearby cavalry stopped their horses when they saw that their commander had been blown off their horses.

"Adult, adult......"

The soldiers roared and tried to drag the adults out from under the horse's corpse, but Ma Yukun's red eyes were still staring ahead, and his voice was still roaring.

"Kill, kill, kill all these rebels......"

At the moment when Ma Yukun was dragged out of the horse corpse by his own soldiers, a cannonball fell beside him. In the smoke and dust, several pro-soldiers fell, and Ma Yukun, who was covered in blood, supported his body with a knife. When the smoke cleared, he didn't even fall, he tried to get himself up with a knife in his right hand,

He tried hard to support his body with the knife, and when he forced himself to stand up, the crimson blood continued to gush out of his abdomen, and even the intestines of Bai Huahua flowed out of the wound, but he slowly stood up as if he was completely unconscious, he stared ahead with wide eyes, dragging heavy and somewhat shaky steps, walking in the direction of the enemy's position.

"Kill...... Thief! ”

Finally, when he walked out of the infantry, when the hoarse roar burst out of his throat, he fell to his knees weakly, the saber supported his body, so that he did not fall completely, and the bull's eyes on the blood-covered face were still glaring angrily ahead, the eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and the look in that eyes was slowly dissipating, and finally, kneeling in the pile of corpses, he hung his head, kneeling there, and his right hand was still holding the saber until death.

No one knew that this was an era when the cavalry was coming to an end, and although for the new troops stationed in Korea they had always dreamed of creating their own modern cavalry corps, but now they used the simplest training to prove the fact that the infantry could defeat the cavalry!

As their enemies, the training horse team outside the pass still fights in the way that has been inherited from their ancestors, although they have suffered a painful lesson under the guns of foreigners, but they still adhere to the way of fighting that has been passed down since ancient times, at most the bows and arrows in their hands have become foreign guns, and only when they approach, they shoot the enemy infantry with six-round guns.

Over the past few decades, this tried and tested style of play has run into trouble today. In the face of the dense rain of bullets formed by thousands of rifles, thousands of cavalry outside the pass desperately rushed forward, trying to rush through the "tripping rope" formed by the rain of bullets, cutting off the heads of the rebels with sabers, and using the enemy's heads to earn a future and a reward for themselves. As their enemies, the infantry in the trenches loaded and shot as fast as they could in their lives, and used bullets to stop the enemy's attack.

"Kill ......"

These cavalrymen who have been tempered in the white mountains and black waters of the eastern part of the country are stubborn, they stubbornly believe that they will use their own flesh and blood to break through a bloody road, and they believe that they only need to rush one more to break through the defense line of the rebels. Just like in the old days.

As he rode forward, Nagayama forgot the wind whistling in his ears, the brothers around him who were constantly blown away, and the horses that kept falling, and his red eyes only left the face behind the trench and under the black military hat, and he longed to cut off those heads, just like the last time, and use their heads to achieve his own fame.

For Yongshan, who was born in a family of Jiangmen, he longed to gain credit on the battlefield and prove to those people that the Yuan family did not rely on the remnants of their ancestors and the gifts of the imperial court, but on their own merits cut by knife.

Beside him, there were only more than 100 horsemen left in the horse team of three or four hundred horses, but he still desperately whipped the war horse under his crotch, howling wildly, and even his official hat did not know where it fell, and even the braid at the back of his head may have been cut by shrapnel, or perhaps broken by a stray bullet, and the braid that spread out was scattered at the back of his head.

Near, near, at this time. He could even see the swarthy face under the black military hat. They looked the same as those of the Jindan Sect when the horse team was impacting. There is no difference between the thieves who are on their knees and begging in fright, but why are they not afraid?

Why don't they turn around and run away?

Now, Nagayama didn't have time to think about so many questions, and when he was close enough to even make out the swarthy faces, he finally saw a fleeting hint of fear on the faces of some of them, and that familiar look finally brought a grim smile to Nagayama's face.

Yes, yes, they will be scared too. This North Korean soldier will also be afraid! Just a few breaths ago, he even thought that these North Korean soldiers didn't know what to fear, but now, after seeing that they would be equally afraid, courage once again filled Yongsan's chest.

"Kill ......"

The three-foot-long saber was held high into the air by Yongshan, like a clarion call for attack, and around him, dozens of cavalrymen who accompanied him from Jilin to Fengtian and tore apart more than half a year in Mukden, Rehe and other places, all howled with excitement at this moment, they were about to break through the enemy formation.

After paying a heavy price. They are about to win the battle, and they seem to have seen the red cap fall. And the silver that can be spent in vain, all the rewards will fall on them, all the sacrifices will be rewarded, and most importantly the living will be rewarded.

"Martial arts are as brave as eternal mountains! Brave but eternal mountain! ”

Nie Guilin, who has always been watching the battlefield with binoculars, looked at the moment when Yongshan Prancing Horse rushed into the enemy formation, and the whole person couldn't help but raise his toes excitedly, once, in the face of thousands of fallen horses on the battlefield, looking at the horse team that was getting thinner and thinner, he once thought that this battle was going to be lost, but now Yongshan rushed into the enemy formation, how could he not be excited.

"It's really worthy of being a tiger of the gate!"

Nie Guilin couldn't help but sigh, Yongshan is and its ancestor is Yuan Chonghuan, a famous general in the late Ming Dynasty, who has been deeply trusted by the imperial court for many years, and his father is a former Jilin general, especially this shows the imperial court's trust in the Yuan family, and today's performance of this Jiangmen Huzi makes Nie Guilin feel surprised.

"Quick, order the infantry team to attack, pass it on, and whoever rushes into the enemy formation will be rewarded with ten taels of silver......"

For Nie Guilin, he seemed to see the hope of victory, and as the infantry team charged, the shout of "ten taels of silver" echoed on the battlefield.

When the Qing army's horse team was getting closer and closer, Tanaka Yu's face changed and he immediately shouted an order.

"Hold, hold, those who retreat, kill!"

This was the discipline of the new army, and the discipline on the battlefield did not allow for the slightest slackness, and when the faces of the soldiers showed a mixture of despair and fear, the cavalry with their sabers was already close at this time.

The moment the war horse flew over the trench, Yongshan waved his arm, and the saber in his hand slashed a silver chain in mid-air, and under the drag of the impact of the war horse, the tip of the knife quickly slashed towards the head of a soldier in the trench, and the sharp blade instantly crossed the soldier's neck, and in the blood splash, the head was dragged into the air by the blade and separated from the body.

When the enemy cavalry rushed, a warrior helplessly raised his rifle and tried to block the incoming cavalry with his rifle, but at that moment, the warrior's arm was cut off, and at the moment when the warrior fell to the ground, the horse's hooves stomped into his abdomen, instantly trampling the warrior to death.

At this time, everything on the battlefield seemed to become slower and slower in Tanaka Yu's eyes, and he could see how the soldiers had become lambs to the slaughter after those cavalry rushed into the position, and how the sabers slashed across the soldiers' bodies, dragging up splashes of blood red, and how the blood red took away the lives of the soldiers.

Although in Tanaka's eyes, all this is slow, like a coherent diorama, in reality it is only in a moment, just a short moment.

At this moment, after the defense line was broken through by the cavalry, some of the soldiers lost the courage to fight, and some of them dropped their weapons and tried to flee to the rear, but they completely lost their sense of direction under the slashing of the cavalry who broke through the defense line, and just ran blindly, which made them the target of slaughter. And many more deserters have become ghosts at the guns of the gendarmes in the rear - for the cowards, of course, there is the guns of the gendarmerie to deal with.

"If you don't triumph, you swear to die!"

Knowing that there was no way out, Tanaka Yu glared angrily ahead, and a roar burst out from his throat, now as the battalion commander, he must take his responsibility, how the defense line collapsed, his soldiers died, and he was still alive, what was waiting for him was still the severe punishment of military law, rather than being sent to a military court, it was better to fight, even if he died, he would be a hero!

"Hold on! Follow Lao Tzu! ”

Tanaka Yu, who jumped out of the second trench, shouted and killed several deserters with his pistol, and then rushed towards the approaching cavalry with his rifle, trying to block the breakthrough of the cavalry with a bayonet, and at this time he saw a platoon commander, after the defense line was broken, lost the courage to fight, he knelt on the ground and cried for mercy, but the enemy did not let him go because of his plea, and when a cavalryman rode past him, he cut off half of his head with a sword.

On the battlefield, there have always been cowardice, and naturally there are also heroic, and when the position was torn apart in an instant, a platoon commander led his platoon and roared forward.

"Kill ......"

An unprecedented roar sounded on the battlefield, a shocking roar, almost blocking out all the sounds on the battlefield, dozens of soldiers used this heartfelt roar to vent their inner anger and that trace of fear, while the fear was roared, they did not hesitate to wave their rifles with bayonets, and rushed towards the cavalry close at hand, at this time, for them, there was no way back.

"Goodbye ...... Martyrs' Shrine"

The howling squad leader rushed towards the rushing war horse with his gun, this soldier whose face was dyed black by the smoke of gunpowder, even shed tears when he shouted this sentence, and it seemed to be with fear in his determination, but his footsteps did not stop, he didn't even know why he shouted this sentence, maybe it was because he had had too many feelings in the martyrs' shrine in Seoul, maybe, knowing that he was going to die, he hoped that he could also be buried in the martyrs' shrine, so as to enjoy the respect and sacrifice of the world, perhaps, That is the last and highest glory of the soldiers.

At the moment when he knew that he was going to die, the human soul seemed to have been sublimated in a certain way, and when this desperate and resolute roar burst out of his voice, everything seemed to be no longer important, and there was only one hope left - to promise the country with his body and return his soul to the shrine.

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