Glancing at the less than thirty brothers around him who were almost uninjured, the bald and one-eyed old Zhou twitched the corners of his eyes, and his heart was painful to death.

Since 1931, these brothers have been together, and although there are those who died in battle and those who have joined the new group, at least 30 or so of them are brothers who have eaten and slept together, killed devils together, and even bled together with knives for more than four years.

Nearly 1,500 days and nights of getting along! In this life, except for their parents, they may never have such a close relationship, even if they are brothers and sisters.

However, with only one charge today, these brothers of his are less than half. Xiong Laosan is gone, Diao's beard is gone, and Xiaoqingpi is dead. Lao Zhou saw with his own eyes that he was poked in half by the devil's saber, but the kid who had followed the cavalry brigade since he was seventeen years old and is now only twenty-one years old was good, even if he was poked with a big hole in his chest, he still grabbed the arm of the Japanese who had no time to let go, and forcibly dragged the little devil who cut off all his life with a knife.

Falling off his horse in two teams of cavalry, the only ending is death. Xiao Qingpi avenged himself.

However, his old Zhou's cavalry company was gone, and his brother was gone. Old Zhou Yao looked at the motionless gray-white figures who fell on the black soil from afar, and there were tears in his eyes.

However, he quickly forcibly suppressed his sorrow, raised the saber in his hand again, and hoarsely voiced: "Brothers, they have already gone first, and now it will be our turn, you tell me, are you afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid, Lao Tzu has already chopped one to death to return to the capital, and another one will be earned." A burly man urged the horses to stand side by side with Lao Zhou.

"I'm afraid that no one can be afraid of the little devil, boss, let's kill the son of a bitch." Another cavalryman urged his horses forward.

"yes, fuck the son of a bitch." However, the twenty-eight or nineteen cavalrymen did not keep two rows this time, and all urged their horses to step forward and form a row with their company commanders.

This time, there is no sharp arrow array, everyone is a sharp arrow, all arrows, brothers and sisters go to the Hades Palace together, not alone.

"Brothers, go slowly, I'm here to accompany you." Lao Zhou looked around, looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar, and waved the saber forward: "Rush"

The Japanese Shao Zuo may not have thought that he would suffer such a heavy loss under such a superior force on his side, seeing that the number of Chinese cavalry has become more and more scarce, the Chinese cavalry has reorganized the queue and issued a charge signal, his face is frosty, and he pointed forward with his sword shining with cold light, and shouted: "Loaded."

The remaining 200 Japanese soldiers on board all shouted frantically, and at the same time loosened the reins and clamped their legs violently.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence for only a few minutes.

At this time, Zengshui, who was only five miles away from the mountain pass, could clearly hear the thunderous sound of horses' hooves from there, and his face changed even more.

Such a large movement would not have been possible without hundreds of horses. And that cavalry company was only 60 people and nearly 100 horses. That can only show that the number of Japanese troops is far above them.

A cavalry battalion of more than 300 people supported by Deng Wenbu could not win in such a cavalry duel! Shui once didn't expect that the Japanese invaders would be so willing to sacrifice their blood in order to ambush the Qinglong Mountain Volunteers.

You must know that in order to deal with the thousands of cavalry of the Deng Wen Cavalry Brigade hidden in Qinglong Mountain, the Kwantung Army stationed in Rehe had an additional cavalry wing with four cavalry squadrons, plus two cavalry squadrons of a mixed brigade stationed in Rehe, and the total cavalry strength reached nearly 2,000 people. This time, a quarter of the troops were sent out to ambush Deng Wenbu's cavalry.

And that so-called convoy is naturally the bait released by the Japanese.

I hope that Eagle Ye and Lao Zhou will not fight hard with the devils who occupy the superior forces, and fight a bloody way to rush out, as long as they can rush out, the cavalry battalion that is only more than ten miles away from here can make these devils steal chickens and rice.

Zeng Shui continued to run wildly and prayed that the eagle master would not be stupid, while desperately thinking about how to recruit these devils, otherwise, he would not be able to swallow this evil breath from top to bottom of Deng Wen's department, including himself. In the past two years in Qinglong Mountain, they have never been the only ones who have attacked the Japanese, so there are Japanese tricks to sneak attack them?

The battlefield in the col has been a few minutes and rounds of life-and-death battles, and Lao Zhou and his cavalry brothers once again pierced the thick devil cavalry queue and galloped more than a hundred meters away to turn the horse's head.

But this time, there were only two people who could accompany him to rush out.

One, without an arm, and the other, had a trembling and shaking snow saber in his chest, and on that saber, there was even a gloved hand firmly holding the handle of the knife.

It was before the Japanese invaders had time to let go, and Wu Dahai beside him personally chopped off and left on it, but because of this knife, one of Wu Dahai's arms was cut off by the Japanese soldier Shaozuo.

And Lao Zhou himself is also not embarrassed, his left hand can no longer hold the reins. That's because all that's left left is a bare palm with a thumb. In order to save his companions around him, Lao Zhou was in a hurry and grabbed the blade of the Japanese Kou who was slashing at his companions, and the Japanese Kou pulled violently, and the sharp blade directly cut off his four fingers.

Now, he can no longer control the war horse with his hands, he can only rely on his skillful riding skills to control the direction of the war horse with his legs.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to kill devils anymore. You can only let the sea accompany you. The cavalryman with a saber in his chest kept spurting blood from his mouth and nose, and said weakly.

The saber completely pierced the lobes of his lungs, and every breath stimulated a large amount of blood to pour into his nose and mouth.

"I'm sorry 。。。。。" The sound of the cavalry on the horse was finally so low that it was inaudible, and it lay motionless on its warhorse.

"Ma Laoqi, don't die on your dog day, you watch Lao Tzu avenge you!" Lao Zhou's roar was filled with endless sorrow.

How could he not be sad?

How could Ma Laoqi, who was already dead, know that Wu Dahai, whose arm was chopped off alive, had died long before him, dying of excessive bleeding, and in the few minutes of fighting on the battlefield, the massive blood loss had already made his life as small as a candle. Holding on to just now is already his biggest limit.

The cavalryman who had lost his arm did not even have time to say a word, so he lowered his head with a pale face and died silently. However, his hand was still holding the knife, and his leg was still tightly clamping the horse's belly.

Until the moment of his death, he was still waiting for the order to charge.

Waiting for them to even the elder said, "Brothers, rush with me." ”

"Ma Laoqi, the sea, you are all good, you go first, Lao Tzu will come later, and wait for Lao Tzu to kill one more Japanese." In the muttering to himself, Lao Zhou used the only remaining thumb of his left hand to tear off the blindfold, and a tear rolled down his cheek from the eye socket that only had one deep eye socket left, which looked extremely hideous.

The north wind is like a knife, and tears instantly turn into frost.

The face is covered with wind and frost.

With a bloody wind and frost.

The last cavalryman of the Chinese cavalry, between the brothers who had died in battle on the left and the right but still did not fall, hooked the reins with his only thumb and raised his saber high again.

The voice that was already extremely hoarse roared again, "Brothers, follow me. ”

On the hill behind him, suddenly, the sound of hooves was like thunder.