This time, once Shui and the second cargo man no longer had to walk, and the few horses still left in the forest became a means of transportation.

Although they are not as fast as they can crawl in the mountains and forests, they are still much faster than a man can walk the snow after running down the slopes through the jungle, which is not dense.

Having made up his mind to kill two of the Chinese who had greatly insulted the Imperial cavalry, Murakami Jun left two squads to clean up the battle dead and look for the wounded Imperial cavalry in the mountain pass, and the rest of the nearly 200 people all mounted their horses and chased in the direction of the two fleeing Chinese.

Chased out of the jungle, chased down the hillside, caught up with the mountain road, chased for five miles, and finally clearly saw the figures of two Chinese more than a mile away.

Through the binoculars, Murakami Jun clearly saw that because of the rush to escape, the Chinese's Mongolian horse slid to the ground, the horse's legs were probably broken, and the Chinese with the gun had to trek through the snow with difficulty, while the other Chinese did not even ride a horse, choosing to jump off the horse and walk with his companions.

"Stupid Chinese, unreasonable Chinese." Seeing that the prey was finally about to be caught, Murakami's excited eyes were mixed with a bit of disdain. Or rather, there is an emotion that he himself can't explain.

For this irrational behavior of accompanying his companions to find death, as a soldier of the Army University in the Imperial Capital of Japan, he instinctively felt that this was too stupid.

However, to have such a companion who accompanies him to live and die together, I'm afraid even he is still a little envious! This is really a very contradictory feeling.

However, this did not prevent Murakami from ordering his Imperial cavalry to catch up with them and kill them. Murakami had even figured out how to concoct them, tying them to the horse's tail and dragging them all the way to Chengde, 200 miles away, in front of all the Chinese he could see.

The Japanese cavalry, under the orders of their commander, continued to increase their speed and pursued the two enemies who were struggling on the mountain road more than a mile away. This time, even if that terrible enemy was right, the heroic cavalry of the Empire would not flinch and must rush to kill them.

Jun Murakami, who was attracted by the two prey, and the Imperial cavalry under his command did not notice that the snow on the road in front of them was trampled on too chaotically, and even the heavy snow that had been sprinkled for a while could not be completely covered, and the two prey alone could not make this movement.

In addition, the two prey that had previously inflicted great damage on them were unexpectedly unable to occupy the favorable terrain and stubbornly resist, and chose to continue to flee along the mountain road in the most stupid way.

What's more, there was a wide valley between the prey and the third group, if they could send a small detachment of soldiers to inspect it. A fifty-meter-wide valley and mountain road meet here, forming a fairly wide flat position.

However, the hatred of the two prey and the excitement of killing them soon made the eyes of the proud knights of the 3rd Cavalry Wing of the 3rd Cavalry Wing staring ahead. Just as they succeeded in ambushing the somewhat careless Chinese cavalry, they were also careless at this moment.

Here, it is not only the Rehe occupied by the Japanese army, but also the Rehe of the Chinese, and it is also a battlefield that has never stopped between China and Japan.

If you are careless on the battlefield, the only price to pay is your life.

When the hundreds of cavalry of the first squadron rushed forward, Murakami Jun Shaoza, who was in the middle of the cavalry team, perhaps because he was excited or because he was in a good mood, wanted to take a good look at the great rivers and mountains of Rehe in China under the occupation of the empire, and unconsciously glanced to his right side.

Then his eyes widened and his mouth opened suddenly, and he could no longer close them.

What kind of scene could surprise a junior officer who was qualified to lead more than 200 Imperial cavalry?

Naturally, it is not the magnificent mountains and rivers of China after the heavy snowfall in Rehe.

Murakami was greeted by rows of cavalry already lined up, wearing sheepskin jackets and thick dogskin hats.

In the valley that was more than fifty meters wide, rows of cavalry filled the entire valley with black pressure.

There is no bright sunshine, only cold wind and cold snow. However, the light of the sabre in the hands of the cavalry almost blinded Murakami Jun's eyes. The sword light reflected the wind and snow, as if the cold that instantly dropped by more than ten degrees froze Murakami's expression on his face.

"Enemy attack." 's shouts are still swirling in Murakami's throat.

Only to hear a loud shout: "Cavalry battalion, charge." ”

Rows of Chinese cavalry began to move like the waves of the sea. The muffled sound of "boom" suddenly resounded through the valley.

Murakami knew that it was a precursor to their imminent acceleration, and it would not take more than five seconds for them to speed up to more than five meters per second, no more than fifty meters away, and even though the snow in the valley could not allow the horses to reach full speed, it was completely devastating for their cavalry, who were not ready for a walk.

There was no need for Murakami Jun to remind him of anything, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves had stunned all the Japanese troops, and then there was panic, some wanted to move forward, some wanted to go backwards, all the purpose was to avoid this group of enemy troops rushing in a military formation as quickly as possible. Without a military formation, without speed, anyone who waits in place is a mortal situation.

As for the gun, at such a short distance, it is already useless. The Chinese who have lowered their bodies will rush to you in less than ten seconds and cut off your head with their sabers that carry the inertia and strength of military horses.

No matter how strict the military discipline is, the army will be cowardly in the face of death. Unless, that army has a commander who is not afraid of death, and may be able to lead his army to make a final resistance to death. In the thousands of years of Chinese history, there is no shortage of famous generals who can still lead their subordinates to fight to the death on the battlefield after being attacked.

But apparently, Murakami does not have such potential. At the moment when death was about to come ten seconds later, the best cadet of the cavalry department of the proud Imperial Capital Army University chose to escape.

The entire 3rd Cavalry Wing was located between the whole team, and forty or fifty people suddenly became a mess, which also caused the front and rear ranks to begin to be confused.

It was a sneak attack, and it was in chaos because of the uncalm of its companions, and such an ending was almost doomed.

The 30 cavalry of the first platoon of the roaring cavalry battalion only charged in the first round, and cut down all the Japanese troops in front of them who had no time to escape, and the cavalry in the second row, which was twenty meters away from them, did not even have a chance to wield their sabers.

So, at the sound of the trumpet of the commander's herald, they all reduced their speed and quickly changed their formation, with a row of three horses, divided into two directions, and killed the Japanese troops who were already in chaos on the mountain road at no speed.

The Japanese cavalry that was chased by Murakami Jun's order was less than 200, far inferior to the cavalry battalion that received the verbal military order to ambush the Japanese cavalry in this place by a few Qingpi descendants who had been ordered by Shui, and there were more than 30 fewer people in this first round of attacks.

As for the two so-called prey that lost their horses and could only measure the mountain road with their feet, they also showed their hideous faces at this time.

Once, the water lay on a big rock next to the mountain road, and with five consecutive shots, he killed the five horses that were urging the horses to run the most happily, blocking the mountain road and preventing the Japanese from escaping at full speed, and at the same time telling the Japanese that the road was impassable.

"Damn, didn't you say there were no bullets?" Unarmed, he dragged a big branch from the mountain to make a stick, and the second-hand man who was about to beat the water dog was dumbfounded.

"Why don't you say you can run so fast?" Zeng Shui disdainfully returned to the back of his head and also threw him two empty magazines and a bullet box, "Help Lao Tzu press the bullet, see if Lao Tzu doesn't blow up the eggs of the little devil today." ”

Indeed, although they knew that there was a killing god in front of them, behind them were sabers wielding more than 100 Chinese who had already picked up speed, and the Japanese cavalry had almost lost the courage to turn around and fight with them. Only, rushing at the muzzle of the Chinese.

Their only hope is not that the Chinese's marksmanship is not accurate enough, but that his bullets will be finished quickly! Or, in two minutes, you can run the 600-meter snow-covered mountain road.

Unfortunately, the desire of these more than 70 Japanese soldiers was squeezed back into the eyes of the constant gunfire.

Once Shui carried 100 rounds of bullets and 100 rounds of ordinary bullets, in addition to the more than 20 rounds fired in front, the remaining more than 100 rounds of bullets, not to mention that they couldn't finish in these two minutes, even if he could shoot at his fastest speed, it was enough to insist on killing all these more than 70 devils.

Facing a sniper with a distance of 600 meters, the only outcome is death.

If Murakami was given half an hour to regret it, he would definitely choose not to pursue the two prey who had led them into the trap, but if he was given a minute to regret it, he would definitely not choose to run forward.

Because if he ran backwards, although he would face more Chinese cavalry pursuit, at least he would not have to face the Chinese who had turned from prey to a terrible sniper.

In particular, his collar badge was too golden in the eyes of Zeng Shui, who finally had time to take a closer look at the scope.