At the moment when the one-eyed man angrily questioned the Eagle Master who did not obey the military order and went back to report the news, once the water ran into four Qingpi descendants who were running wildly in the direction of Qinglong Mountain.

After a short inquiry, Zeng Shui didn't have time to mourn, so he shouted his name and quickly dropped two sentences, and ran frantically to the top of the mountain, which was already close to the battlefield.

It is said that it is a mountain, but in fact it is just a hill with an altitude of only seventy or eighty meters, but the snow and shrubs have become the biggest obstacle to people's progress, and it took a full four minutes to almost exhaust all the physical strength to rush to the top of the mountain, and the water did not have time to breathe, so he picked up his gun and looked at the four-fold scope that had already been installed on the gun.

The only good news for him is that there is still a fight in the col three hundred meters below. As long as there are people fighting, it means that there are still people alive.

When Zeng Shui saw the battlefield clearly, his hand trembled violently, and he almost didn't hold his gun.

Although it had been expected to be so miserable, the water had never thought it would be so tragic.

In the col battlefield below, almost all of them were in yellow military uniforms, belonging to the cavalry company wearing sheepskin jackets, and there were almost none.

The reason why I say almost, that is, the man in the sheepskin jacket, there is one, the only one, the only one who is still holding a weapon in battle.

The rest, all on the ground.

The warrior with his back to the former water did not ride a horse, did not have a saber, but had a rifle in his hand. However, the way it is held is a little different, holding the barrel in one hand with the thick hardwood butt facing outward.

Apparently, he had mistaken the somewhat broken rifle for a mace. Judging from the performance of the Japanese troops who were riding horses around him and kept circling around him, but were a little afraid and did not attack immediately, the power of this mace should not be small.

The presence of at least five Japanese soldiers still lying on the ground confirms all this.

I couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and I trembled and moved the scope up, and at this moment, the face of the Chinese soldier holding the Type 38 horse pistol also turned sideways. The tears that had been in the water almost came down.

Although a big hole was opened on that face, like a wound the size of a baby's mouth, the skin and flesh rolled hideously, making people's scalp tingle, but that familiar face is not a carving master, which one can it be?

I'm afraid that only the second male eagle master with excellent fighting skills can carry a "mace" in his hand so domineeringly, knock over a few Japanese, and let more than a dozen Japanese cavalrymen circle around him without daring to venture at will!

Once the water thought it was not wrong at all.

If he turned the minute hand of the clock back four minutes, he could see it.

Although the four Chinese cavalrymen rushed towards the enemy like moths to the flames, they were all determined to die, but the gap in strength could not be made up by courage. Almost at the moment of contact between the two sides, each of them was faced with more than five or six sabers.

Unblocked, straight split, the three cavalry led by Lao Zhou coincidentally chose the move of dying with the enemy, and while hacking an enemy to death, they were also hit by several sabers at the same time, and they were killed on the spot.

Only the second-hand man who was not from the orthodox cavalry survived.

It's not that he's timid and scared, but that his own fighting skills are different from those of cavalry. In the face of the slashing knife light, the second cargo man subconsciously threw the saber in his hand without any "discipline", and directly pierced a Japanese soldier who was caught off guard.

War horses and sabers, for a cavalryman, are like their right and left hands, unless it is a last resort, no one wants to discard them. This is especially true for the extremely face-heavy Japanese cavalry. With a knife, slicing open the chest of the enemy, only to prove the glory of the imperial cavalry.

They would have thought that this Chinese cavalry who rushed forward with great bravery was so undisciplined, and before the battle began, he first used the precious saber as a hidden weapon.

The Japanese didn't know at all that what the second cargo man, who had outstanding fighting skills, learned under Liu Tuanzao of the Independent Regiment was that on the battlefield, you have to use all tools and means to kill your enemy, as long as you can kill people, it's good.

Since you can kill people by splitting it out, and you can kill people by throwing it out, what difference does it make? The moment he threw out the saber, the second male eagle turned over, and directly hid the whole person under the horse's belly, several knife lights swept over his saddle, he only needed to slow down for a second, and a few sabers carrying the power of the horse that had already raised the speed could easily split his skin, muscles and bones.

Before the Japanese army could react, the eagle master hidden under the horse's belly pounced again, knocking off a Japanese cavalryman who swept past him, while he himself grabbed the saddle of the galloping horse and galloped a few steps on the horse's back, and easily pulled out the Japanese army's 38-style horse pistol that was obliquely inserted in the saddle, held the barrel with his backhand, and used the butt as a hammer to sweep the Japanese soldiers around him.

The Japanese soldier was obviously not a mediocre hand, and he was a block with his saber in shock, but obviously, he underestimated the strength of the second cargo man. In the special brigade, the reason why this recruit was able to overturn the veteran who had persevered under the ravages of Liu Tuanzuo for more than a year with his bare hands was because of his brute strength, which was almost not inferior to Chen's big man.

The jujube wood butt, which carried huge strength and was as strong as steel, not only directly broke the saber that the Japanese army was resisting in vain, but also smashed the butt of the rifle in his face. The muffled sound of "bang" made the corners of Murakami Run's eyes, who were more than ten meters away, couldn't help twitching.

Hardly looking, he knew what the consequences of being smashed with a rifle butt like this were, and there would be no second outcome except death.

The fact is also the same as Murakami Run's thoughts, although the cavalry soldier Cao who was hit by the blow on the butt of the gun was killed on the spot, but the scene of his eyeballs bursting out of his eye sockets by the sudden huge pressure was too terrifying, so that a group of Japanese cavalrymen who were also considered to have been in battle for a long time turned their horses to move away from this fierce-looking Chinese, God knows who his next target will be?

Although the second cargo man was fierce enough to kill, he was weak, and the Japanese invaders on the periphery surrounded him. The inner and outer three layers surrounded him to death. At the beginning, the Japanese invaders relied on the strength of the crowd and wanted to divide the corpses of the two men who were surrounded in the center, but suddenly there was no speed, but it was in the hands of the eagle master.

His fighting ability is to get off the horse rather than on the horse, and the eagle who jumped off the horse was far more difficult and terrifying than the Japanese army thought, with the help of the cover of the horse's body, the eagle master escaped between the horse's belly like an ape.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is that the "mace" that the Japanese army feared did not know when it would appear, and whenever it appeared, it meant that someone was going to be unlucky.

The five Japanese soldiers lying on the ground are the masterpieces of the "mace", even if they don't smash their heads, but it is also a terrifying thing to smash their calves directly into a ninety-degree bend with a stick. In addition, being stepped on by a horse like this, it is difficult not to die.

Finally, the Japanese army found that the large number of people had created conditions for the Chinese to escape, so they divided a dozen horses to surround the Chinese, and the rest of the cavalry lined up on the side, waiting for him to exhaust his strength and then be chopped to death by random knives.

In fact, this trick worked very well, at the moment when the water finally climbed to the top of the mountain and set his eyes on the carving master who was holding the 38 horse pistol that was about to fall apart, the hands and legs of the second cargo man were trembling.

Not scared, but tired. In just four minutes of fighting, almost all the physical energy of the carving master has been exhausted. The second cargo man could barely control the muscle spasms on his legs and arms, if it weren't for the training in the special brigade for more than half a year to make his will strong enough, the second cargo man knew that he didn't even have the strength to carry a 3-kilogram carbine.

The horse pistol, which was originally as light as a feather for him, is now like a thousand jun, the second cargo man's angry eyes are full of sorrow, Boss Zhou is dead, Feng Lianshan is dead, Huang Da Niu is also dead, the first company of the cavalry is dead, and now it is finally his turn.

It's just that he was unwilling, he only killed six devils in total, and he hadn't completely recovered the roots for the brothers who died in the battle, if it wasn't for his negligence, they would not have died.

Seeing that his subordinates hesitated, Murakami roared angrily, "Kill him." ”

The two Japanese soldiers raised their sabers, rode their horses and rushed towards the carving master standing in the center of the field, one left and one right, and slashed at the carving master.

"Kill." The second cargo man's forehead was bruised, and he reluctantly lifted the horse pistol in his hand and threw it at a cavalryman.

Only this time, his "mace" no longer has the previous thunderous gang, and even looks weak.

Although, that was already the maximum force he could use.

A sinister smile appeared on Murakami Jun Shaoza's face, this damned Chinese is finally the end of the crossbow. The next moment, his head should have been chopped off.

He is looking forward to the next sky-high blood.

At this moment, only one gunshot was heard.