As soon as the war horse lifted, He Jian bent down to avoid the Japanese saber, and then suddenly swung out the saber in his hand and landed on the opponent's neck like a thunderbolt. In an instant, two blood arrows shot out, splashing all over his head and face.
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With a calm expression on his face, He Jian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, then raised his hand and looked at the two sabers with gaps on the blades, and then threw them out with his handsome hand. The saber passed through a distance of seven or eight meters, and then penetrated
It entered the Japanese soldier's chest and caused him to roll off his horse.
After throwing away the saber, He Jian turned back and pulled out the long sword made of blood-red metal. It trembled in his hand and made a soft buzzing sound.
This sword has been with him for ten years. Since possessing this sword, He Jian has become even more powerful, and gradually earned the nickname "He Yan Wang". He is famous in the western Liaoning area and is almost unknown to everyone.
Of course, he was also very righteous. Although he had more than a hundred people under his command, he never bullied the common people, but specialized in robbing officials, merchants and wealthy gentry, so he had a good reputation among the local people.
With the blood-red sword in hand, He Jian's whole person seemed to have changed a little, and he seemed to be much colder. He rushed into the crowd of Japs on horseback. When the sword passed by, the Japs' heads fell to the ground one after another, and their bodies fell over.
War horse.
The two sides fought fiercely in the open ground, with the clanging sound of sabers clashing and the pop-pop sounds of being stabbed into the body constantly heard.
Although they were much stronger in terms of combat power, He Jian's cavalry brigade was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, so the losses on both sides were similar, with each suffering considerable casualties.
With a clang, he blocked the sabers of several Japanese soldiers. Zhu Linti, the captain of the third column, rushed out of the crowd of Japanese soldiers. Behind him were more than a dozen cavalrymen, forming a tightly coordinated group that was invincible along the way.
Cut the enemy's team apart abruptly.
The war horse rushed out of the crowd of Japanese soldiers, and then sprinted forward for some distance. Zhu Lin reined in the war horse, turned around, and gasped.
The body of the war horse felt like it had been washed with water, and sweat was flowing downwards. You could hear its heavy breathing while sitting on the war horse. It seemed that it was exhausted.
At this time, He Jian and others led other cavalrymen to rush out of the crowd of Japs, gathered together, and faced off against the Japs on the opposite side at a distance.
He Jian looked around and saw that only more than 140 people were left in his three columns of 180. More than 30 cavalry were sacrificed, and the Japanese on the opposite side did not get any advantage.
The cavalry brigade lost about a hundred soldiers.
He leaned down and patted the war horse on the forehead. He Jian whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, old man." The war horse snorted suddenly and dug its hooves on the ground twice.
Straightening up, He Jian shouted loudly, "Brothers, do you still remember the war song written by Commander Luo Corps for our first cavalry brigade?"
"Remember!" everyone shouted in unison.
"The horse rides on the black water, the sword shines on the white mountain, -" He Jian's hoarse voice sounded across the world. It sounded a bit low, but it exuded powerful penetrating power.
The soldiers sang in unison.
Riding on black water, swords shining on white mountains, iron-blooded cavalry fight against stubborn enemies.
Across mountains and rivers, proud of the wind and clouds, I have no regrets about returning to my body wrapped in horse leather.
Japanese pirates blood, hungry food.
The hatred of the East is returned today.
One day we will raise a million troops and leap at Mount Fuji with swords.
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The rolling sounds gathered together, like thunder, like mountains moving, like tsunami. Although there were only more than a hundred people, the momentum was like a thousand troops.
"Cavalry Brigade, charge!" He Jian made a sword in the air, and then slashed it down in front of him.
"Blood of Japanese slaves, food for the hungry!" With a sonorous sound, the sabers were raised high, and the cavalrymen in the third column headed by Zhu Hua who were still able to fight urged their horses and launched a charge while waving their sabers.
"The hatred of the East is still there today." The second column, led by column leader Li Xiao, roared towards the Thirteenth Ampere Cavalry Regiment.
"One day we will raise a million divisions and chop Mount Fuji with a leaping horse sword." The cavalry of the first column headed by He Jian roared and launched a charge, sweeping towards the Japanese cavalry on the opposite side like a hurricane.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The murderous intent of the three teams soared into the sky, and the surrounding mountains trembled. The birds in the forest had long since fled without a trace, and no longer dared to stay in this Shura killing ground.
Looking at the Chinese cavalry coming across with shocking momentum, Anbei XIII couldn't help but sigh, "This is a nation that cannot be underestimated. It may be a mistake to provoke them."
But he did not hesitate at all, and waved the saber in his hand, leading the troops and urging the horses to rush out. As a cavalry, he can die in battle, but he must not be cowardly. Even if he knows that his opponent is very formidable, he must move forward bravely.
The ground trembled under the trampling of the horse's hooves, gravel and soil were trampled and splashed everywhere. The war horse passed over the low grass and rushed forward like an arrow.
The two cavalry teams collided violently, and bright langurs burst out in an instant.
"Kill the Japs!" A cavalryman's saber was knocked off. He roared, jumped up from his horse, pounced on the Japs soldier on the opposite side, knocked him off his horse, and the two hugged each other and fought on the ground.
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"The Yamato nation is undefeated." A Japanese cavalryman who had one arm cut off roared, and the saber in his hand also pierced the chest of the Chinese cavalryman.
The fighting between the two sides became intense, with the horses circling and entangled, constantly slashing and slashing, fighting with all their strength.
At this point, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill his opponent.
The ground was littered with fallen cavalry corpses. Some were still alive and were trampled by horses' hooves, making them groan in pain.
He Jiandu went crazy, and all his clothes were soaked with blood, some of which were his own, but most of which belonged to the Japs. None of the Japs was his opponent, and he was knocked to the ground by him in almost one round.
Even his war horse had red eyes, roared, opened its mouth and bit the ear of the Japanese cavalry horse, tearing it hard and biting off a large piece of its ear.
Huh, a saber pierced He Jian's lower back from behind. The severe pain made his body tremble and he almost fell off his horse, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
Before he could turn around, the horse under his crotch neighed wildly, raised its left hind hoof suddenly, and kicked the Japs Cavalry hard in the front, sending him flying out and falling heavily to the ground.
He Jian turned his head and glanced at the Japanese cavalryman who was lying on the ground with his chest collapsed and obviously unable to survive. He was still able to laugh, "Hey, our old man can stand up to a cavalryman."