Chapter 4: The Heroes (Five)

Don't run away, don't run away, wait for you to chop it up? Bao Lige, Duke of Zhenguo, doesn't care about face or face at this moment. He turns his mount and runs away. The black beard rides his horse closely behind. Whenever he encounters any obstacles along the way, he will be slashed with one knife without hesitation.

Two private soldiers came forward to protect the master, and he slashed one by one, and then four private soldiers rushed to the horse. Before they could come to him, the box cannon of Yunlong had already started. "Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping" The four private soldiers each had a ball of red smoke appeared on their chests. They were stunned and screamed and fell from the horse's back.

"Chasing,,." Blackbeard turned his head and looked at Jiyunlong, and suggested loudly.

"Chasing, follow the move Brother Zhang just said." Zuyunlong inserted the box cannon back to his waist and pulled out the saber.

The two of them were like tigers who had gone down the mountain, calling their brothers around them to chase Baolige, the private soldiers of Baolige of Zhenguo. Baolige of Zhenguo was like a flock of sheep. They usually trembled with their legs when they heard the tiger's roar. At this moment, they faced them head-on, and there was no courage to resist. What's more, behind the two tigers, there were hundreds of evil wolves with red eyes, roaring around, so that the total number of sheep with only about 130 can support them.

In less than a minute, at least more than 60 Mongolian private soldiers were chopped off their horses. The rest were so scared that they shouted, and they did not dare to dance their weapons, turned their horses' heads, and ran away desperately along the road they came.

If you can't win, run away. There is no such a cheap thing. The horse thieves are best at fighting a battle with the wind. They immediately stretch the steel knife in their hands diagonally back, with the blade outward and the spine inward, biting the horsetail of the Mongolian private soldiers' horsetails and chasing them reluctantly.

Chase one, skip, continue to move forward, chase the next one, skip, continue to move forward, horse thieves no longer need to use any force to chop. The high-speed horse makes the steel knife extremely sharp. As long as you run past the enemy, you can directly apply a deep and long hole on your body. The blood waterfall spews out from the knife's mouth, taking away people's body temperature and taking away all the marks of life.

Harvest is just a harvest. Horse thieves don’t have to worry about any losses. The Mongolian private soldiers who have completely lost their will to fight have no courage to turn back. They saw the latter kicking the horse’s belly desperately, not asking to run past the horse’s belly, but only asking to run a little faster than the others around them. Many war horses were running, and they fell to the ground and died in great strength. The private soldiers on the horse’s back were thrown into stars. Before they could gather enough strength to get up and continue to run, countless horse hooves that had hit the iron palm had already stepped on their bodies, bringing up strings of minced meat and plasma.

"God." The Heishi Village Royal Assistant Army, who were rushing to deal with the errands, were shocked by the sudden changes on the battlefield. The omnipotent God just flicked his fingers lightly, and the offensive and defensive momentum on the battlefield was completely reversed. In the blink of an eye, the horse thieves were fleeing. Baolige, Duke of Zhenguo, led his command to chase and die, and after a blink of an eye, Duke of Zhenguo, Baolige, fled with his command, and fled with his command. The horse thieves were like shadows and never left.

What's even more terrible is that Baolige and his remaining soldiers escaped, facing the attack direction of the Black Stone Village Royal Assistant Army and the Japanese devils. The most active team of the Black Stone Village Royal Assistant Army was hastily not had time to turn their horses. After a moment of silence, they collided with the Mongolian private soldiers without any tricks. "Boom", and another blood splattered. The Mongolian private soldiers who were only caring for horses to escape directly smashed the panicked team of the Imperial Assistant Army into two sections.

"Ah,." "Your grandma's Baolige." Screams and curses were endless. More than 20 puppet troops were knocked off the horse and rolled and moaned in a pool of blood. Another team of Imperial Army, who was lucky enough to be hit by the Mongolian defensive soldiers, saw this and was about to help his injured companions. Blackbeard had already led the horse thieves to come, and once again hit their team without any chance. He made another "boom" and pierced the latter.

More Imperial Army troops fell from the horse's back, and then they were broken by the war horses rushing over, and their tendons were broken and their bones were broken. The plasma splattered and the white mist evaporated. The places where the horse thieves passed by became eighteen levels of hell. Hundreds of puppet troops and private soldiers covered their intestines that were stepped out by the horse's hooves with their hands, cried, begged, and rolled and struggled in the bloody mud.

Seeing this tragic scene, the Imperial Army that the third team rushed over didn't even think about it, so they directly shifted their mounts and made way out before being knocked away by Mongolian private soldiers. The figure of Duke Baolige of Zhenguo rushed past their mounts, followed by Blackbeard and his horse thieves. The latter's footsteps did not stop at all. He ignored the already scared and at a loss on both sides of the horse team, and drove Duke Baolige of Zhenguo and the only thirty remaining private soldiers under his command, and rushed directly to the Japanese cavalry who were chasing him.

"Stop, stop, turn around to fight, fight, bastard, bastard, who are you fighting for? Come over again, I will order the shooting." With the help of the previous teams using life as a buffer, most of Fujita Junji's Japanese soldiers gathered beside him, set up machine gun carriages, and aimed at him directly in front of him.

However, his gun was blocked by the figure of the defeated soldiers. As long as the trigger was pulled, he would definitely be the first to knock the Duke of Zhenguo Baolige into a hornet's nest. Junji Fujita could not afford the price. You should know that the Mongolian nobles on the grassland were married to each other and often had friction with each other. But once any banner owner died at the hands of outsiders, he would definitely avenge him without asking any questions.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Taijun ordered you to get out of the way, Duke Zhenguo, you are blocking Taijun's machine gun." Yan Fuquan, who was left by Junji Fujita because of his injury, jumped up and shouted loudly when he heard this. Several Japanese soldiers who knew Chinese quickly opened their voices to help, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't shoot the machine gun in front of the machine gun, no one of you can escape."

The screams of the Zhenguo Duke finally restored some rationality. He pulled the reins hard on the horse's back. He jumped high with the war horse, and made a small circle in the air, circling the Japanese side. The private soldiers under his command were not so good. Some of them hurriedly turned their mounts, but they fell to the ground with their horses. Some of them were so panicked that they could not hold on to the reins of the horse. They continued to rush and rushed directly to the Japanese army.
Chapter completed!