On a small road leading upstream, the roadside is covered with weeds. Occasionally, some chirping flowers are dotted in the grass, which makes it look less monotonous. In late autumn, only wild flowers with strong vitality such as chirping flowers can be so tenacious.
The flowers are blooming, and the other flowers have already withered even their leaves.
At ten o'clock at noon, the road was very quiet, with no one around. It was already late autumn, and the farming time had long passed, so it was very quiet here.
Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded at the end of the path, followed by a string of black figures appearing there. As the rain-like sound of horse hooves echoed in the fields, the figures became larger and larger, and they could already be seen.
Qing is a cavalryman wearing a Japanese uniform.
This is the first squadron of the first brigade of the Tanino Cavalry Regiment, and its captain is Miki Shimizu, who is a butcher in the Tanino Cavalry Regiment.
Since he became a cavalryman, Shimizu Miki's goal has been to chop off two hundred heads with his saber. Now he has chopped off one hundred and fifty-three heads. He hopes that this time he can increase the number by a big step.
The cavalrymen of the 1st Squadron are the main force of the Tanye Cavalry Regiment. They have a very tenacious fighting style and a very strong combat effectiveness. They were very happy to receive the mission this time and felt that this was an opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
"They say the Huya Special Warfare Group is powerful, but we want to see whether it's their necks or our sabers that are more powerful." The cavalryman of the First Squadron thought proudly.
Back then, they were evenly matched with the Cossack cavalry, so how could these cowardly Chinese people be their opponents? This was what every cavalryman thought, from the commander of the regiment, Yan Ye, to the following cavalrymen.
The war horses galloped along the path, crushing the delicate wild flowers and trampling the weeds on the roadside, but the cavalry did not take this into consideration at all.
"Hurry, speed up the ones behind you." Qingshui Miki shouted loudly, while whipping the horse's butt.
Where they are now is still two or three miles away from the upper reaches. They can reach it as long as they work harder.
"What kind of Nobunaga's special attack team are we using? Just let our cavalry regiment take action." Shimizu Miki was not interested in Fujita Hikari's special attack team. He felt that the cavalry was the most powerful warrior.
Coming and going like the wind, the enemies fell to the ground under the saber. This is how a man fights. Shimizu Miki is proud of himself from the bottom of his heart.
The cavalry squadron galloped forward like a gust of wind, and the strong wind caused the wild grass on the roadside to roar and split into a ravine, which closed after they passed.
The road ahead widened, and there were even some trees on both sides. It seemed that we were not far from the confluence of the rivers upstream.
Just when Qingshui Miki was feeling happy, the war horse rushing at the front suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. What was left on the ground were the two front hooves of the war horse, with blood still dripping from the fractures.
The cavalry above was unprepared and was thrown out by surprise, coming into close contact with some gravel on the ground. There were scratches all over the cheeks and body.
The cavalry behind was startled and hurriedly reined in, trying to stop the horse, but the speed of the horse was too fast, and like a gust of wind, it passed over the place where the cavalry was just now.
The sound of falling to the ground came one after another, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen war horses fell to the ground. The ending was the same. The horses were cut off from the hoofs, and the broken bones of the horses' hoofs were left on the ground. It was a bit scary to watch.
Shocked.
With a clang, the cavalryman behind drew his saber, then flicked his arm and leaned on the horse's back. The saber in his hand pointed diagonally in front of him, with the blade facing forward, slightly protruding forward than the horse's hooves.
There was a continuous clang, and the steel wires that were half a foot above the ground were cut by the saber, and the war horses rushed over with a roar.
More than a dozen steel wires were cut by the Japanese cavalry in the blink of an eye, and they continued to run forward with their sabers in hand.
Just when they relaxed their vigilance because there was no wire on the ground, the cavalryman who had just straightened up at the front suddenly shook his body, and then stopped moving. Then he separated from his neck, and continued to rush forward on his horse.
And the head fell to the ground with a pop.
"Watch your head!" Shimizu Miki shouted, and he understood that there must be a steel wire hanging horizontally in mid-air. As a result, the Japanese were a little confused, both up and down, and they didn't know which side to deal with for a while.
"Get out of the way." Qingshui Miki shouted, reached out and pulled off the carbine, put it on his arm, then raised it to block his neck, and then rushed forward on horseback.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the wire. Miki Shimizu opened his eyes wide, tightened his arms, and raised his carbine to block the position he guessed.
——Zheng——!
My arms felt numb, and then I felt a lot lighter in front of me. The next moment, the horse rushed past the place where the cavalryman lost his head.
The cavalry behind them imitated his method and also rushed through the area covered with steel wires.
In order to ensure sharpness and concealment, these steel wires are very thin and can be easily broken once they bear a strong impact. This is also the method used by the Japanese to crack it.
After crossing this section of the road, Shimizu Miki put away his carbine, looked back, and found that his cavalry squadron of more than 100 people had been reduced by more than 20 people, which was almost equivalent to one-fifth of his men and horses.
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"The cunning Chinese people only dare to use this sneaky method, coward." Qingshui Miki roared angrily, waving his saber and hacking down a small tree on the roadside.
At this time, there was a slight sound coming from the front, which made Qingmizu Miki, who was very familiar with the sound of horse hooves, immediately recognize that it was the sound of galloping war horses.
"Get ready to fight!" Qingshui Miki shouted, but he was extremely excited because he could finally fight face to face.
As the distance got closer, Shimizu Miki saw a cavalry team five hundred meters away on the opposite side. It seemed to be galloping in this direction. It looked like the uniforms were not Japanese cavalry.
"It's here, it's finally here!" Qingshui Miki murmured to himself, holding the handle of the saber excitedly.
The teams on both sides were approaching quickly, and it seemed that there were less than 400 meters left.
The Japanese cavalry took off their carbines one after another, and they could use their carbines when they were several dozen meters forward.
At this time, the cavalryman on the opposite horse also took off his gun and opened fire first.
"Da da da da!"
Dazzling tongues of fire spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and the dense rain of bullets was like a sickle wielded by the god of death, exuding a suffocating aura of death.
Although they were three to four hundred meters apart, the firepower of He Jian's newly equipped AK47 automatic carbine was still extremely fierce, knocking down a large number of Japanese cavalry in the blink of an eye.