Leaning on the mountain, surrounded by mountains, only a small flat land in the middle, a mountain stream just flows from the edge of the tunzi, if spring comes, it is definitely a very beautiful place.

The cavalry company happened to pass by, because the people were sleepy and the weather was too cold, and a few brothers who had been wounded in the pursuit were almost unable to support themselves, so they could only come down to the villagers and ask for a few bowls of hot noodle soup for them to drink.

Although the villagers are far away in the mountains, they have also heard of the name of the volunteers of Qinglong Mountain on the Great Wall, and know that they specialize in fighting the Japanese. They did not hesitate to contribute their own reserves of hay and soybeans to supply the horses of the cavalry company to replenish their horsepower, and a few sixteen or seventeen-year-old stick boys had to join the cavalry. The cavalrymen also needed to absorb fresh blood, so they agreed.

Seeing that the villagers were so enthusiastic and so supportive of fighting the Japanese devils, the second cargo man was so enthusiastic that he gave a bag of flour that he was carrying behind his horse's buttocks from the Japanese army's baggage team to a villager.

But the second man didn't expect that it was this bag of flour printed with Japanese on the pocket that brought ruin to this beautiful tunzi and the cavalry.

Within an hour of rest, the cavalry in charge of the guard at Yamaguchi came galloping and saying that the Japanese were coming.

The cavalrymen withdrew into the mountains with four young men who wanted to join the cavalry brigade. It stands to reason that the Japanese invaders who were chasing after saw the horseshoe prints would continue to pursue and ignore this small village with only a dozen households.

However, the Japanese were far more cunning than they thought, and they found a large amount of excrement from the cavalrymen's horses, so they judged that the Chinese cavalry had stayed here, and when they entered the village, they searched the village, and the bag of flour given to the villagers by the second man before they could hide it became the reason for their violence.

In the binoculars of the two men a mile away, they not only set fire to the entire village, but also held the thirty or forty villagers who had not had time to escape on the flat ground at the bottom of the mountain, and began to practice chopping with their knives in front of the cavalrymen who had hid in the mountains and forests.

With a single sword, the head of the white-haired old man who served the cavalry hot noodle soup was split, and bright red blood spurted out of Lao Gao, staining the surrounding snow into a blood-red color.

The frightened cries of the villagers resounded through the valley, and the cruel laughter of the Japanese soldiers made the cavalry on the mountain almost crush their back molars with hatred.

Can you see this? With a wild roar, he dropped the telescope and was about to go out to find the Japanese devils who wantonly slaughtered the villagers.

However, he was thrown to the ground by several cavalrymen, unable to move.

I just wanted to scold these cowards, but I was stunned by the words of the cavalry company elder Zhou who wore an eyepatch and only had one eye more like a bandit than him.

"Brothers, are they all with handles? It's a handle, so I'll go with Lao Tzu to kill the Japanese devils. ”

"Kill!" All the horsemen roared and mounted their horses, drawing their sabers.

At this time, the guns, on the contrary, were less effective than their swords.

Because, the Japanese, knowing that they had not gone far yet, knew that they were still there, and they used this cruelty of killing the villagers one by one to provoke and lure the Chinese cavalry out of the mountains to duel them.

With guns, you can't save those villagers, you can only make them die faster.

"Abandon the gun." The commander of the cavalry company, Zhou Company, led the cavalry out of the mountains and forests, looking at the Japanese soldiers who were still chopping the people on horseback 400 meters below the mountain, gritted his teeth and roared.

The cavalrymen drew their pistols from their saddles and threw them on the ground, and at the same time raised their sabers in their hands.

The war book, this is the white-knuckle war book issued by the Chinese cavalry to the Japanese invaders. Based on their experience, the arrogant Japanese cavalry would have taken the letter.

Sure enough, watching dozens of Chinese cavalry line up, spewing white gas out of the mountains and forests, watching them drop their cavalry guns one after another, the Japanese commander smiled proudly.

Without ordering his soldiers to continue chopping down the howling villagers, they began to line up on the flat ground to prepare for a fight with the Chinese cavalry, who were gradually preparing to charge with the help of the mountain.

They did not draw their pistols, nor did they draw their sabers at their waists.

It's not that the Japanese cavalry are stupid and don't know how to use their 38 cavalry guns to deal with the Chinese cavalry that is gradually rushing over, but for the Japanese cavalry with a strong sense of superiority, since the opponent has already issued a traditional cavalry battle book, they will use the sabers in their hands to show the strength of their so-called Imperial Japanese cavalry. Bullets may kill the enemy, but they can't show the pride of the Imperial cavalry, let alone smash the enemy's stubborn chop like a saber.

For the arrogant Japanese cavalry, China, an ancient country, they not only wanted to occupy, but also conquered spiritually. And cutting off the enemy's head with a saber is the best way to show the bravery of the imperial warriors.

So there is a scene that the second man is seeing now.

The 58 Chinese cavalry that had already descended the mountain began to slowly accelerate, moving slowly towards the Japanese army, which was already moving slowly, and at the same time spreading out in formation, watching the number of people in the front row be about the same as the Chinese cavalry in two rows, but the thickness was far out.

In a cavalry duel, the cavalry that charges first can obviously take advantage of the fact that it can increase its speed to the maximum, but the Chinese cavalry, which is far inferior to the opponent in terms of horses and numbers, obviously cannot win because of this cheapness.

In the eyes of the two cargo men painfully pulling their heads out of the snowdrifts with teary eyes, the people on the flat ground between the two armies scattered and fled.

Then, I saw Lao Zhou, who was at the forefront of the cavalry team, throwing his dogskin hat on the ground, revealing a big bald head, raising the saber in his hand, and shouting wildly: "Brothers, kill devils." ”

"Kill the devil!" The Chinese cavalry threw away their hats that easily blocked their vision, and at the same time lowered their bodies, holding their swords across their waists in their right hands, and fiercely grabbed their horses' bellies and roared.

The roar of 58 Chinese cavalrymen shook even the snow off the branches.

Immediately after, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and at a distance of 200 meters from the Japanese cavalry, the Chinese cavalry entered a full-speed sprint.

The sound of hooves resounded through the mountain col, as if the whole world was filled with the sound of horses' hooves.

The Japanese commander on the opposite side glanced at him contemptuously, but more than fifty Chinese cavalrymen who were charging towards him at full speed also raised their sabers.

As far as the three of them could see on the mountain, the number of gray-white Chinese cavalry was far inferior to that of the earthy yellow Japanese cavalry, but like moths desperately rushing towards the flames, the Chinese cavalry had no intention of slowing down.

The tears of the three big men, who had been frozen by the cold wind, were covered with new tears again.

They all know that this time, the parents who returned to their hometown can only be in a dream; This time, there was no one to accompany them to drink and kill the enemy; This time, the brothers will be indefinite from now on。。。。。。

But those brothers, they are still accelerating, accelerating.

The horse's hooves rumbled, the horse's hooves flew, and the snow was trampled to reveal the black soil. They want their own blood to be poured on this land belonging to the Chinese, so that the new generation can continue to thrive on the black soil!

The Japanese cavalry, which far outnumbered the Chinese cavalry, also began to accelerate, and in a short distance of only 200 meters, under the full speed charge of the horses of the two armies, it was actually only six or seven seconds to run.

Finally, the two teams of cavalry, which had already raised their speeds, collided violently.

In addition to the loud howls in Chinese and Japanese and the long roars of horses, the piercing sound of sabers colliding with each other is the main theme of the battlefield.