Chapter 427: The Confrontation Between Ghoshha and the Assassins
The assassins of the Black Dragon Society were holding revolvers, or two pistols. It seemed like the smoke was filled with bullets flying everywhere, but they just couldn't hit the target. When one revolver ran out of bullets, he immediately took out another revolver and shot. The speed is nothing to say, but the effect in actual combat is not good. The war horse in front was hit by them, but the figure of the person was not visible. The power and efficiency of the opponent's dozen or so spears were amazing. Two rounds of shooting were enough to kill the charging Black Dragon Society assassins. , half of the men and horses were lost, and for a while everyone fell on their backs.
The gap between assassins trained by the underworld and soldiers trained by the army is reflected on the frontal battlefield. Assassins are good at sneak attacks, and their mission is to hit the target with one strike. As for whether they will succeed and retire, it depends on whether there are arrangements in the plan. Sure enough, Yasuda Youhei was determined to die, but he also made two preparations and arranged an escape route. At this time, he had the determination to succeed or die. There were heads in front of him, waiting for him to harvest them. Hunting with a sword , having already waved his sword in the air, he immediately crossed a carriage blocking the way.
Soldiers are good at protracted battles. As long as the commander does not retreat, the soldiers around him will not retreat. There are many precedents for this. Now that Li Guolou is taking the lead, those Geshiha would rather die than retreat. Seeing Xie Liya and Bai Lian also taking the lead, fighting in the The people around them made these Goshiha even more determined to die.
A Goshiha was hit in the arm by a bullet, and blood stained his right arm. Jinzhong lowered his spear feebly, but the young face remained restrained, endured the excruciating pain, and quickly pulled out the revolver, calmly He aimed forward and did not fire. Jin Zhong was a soldier and knew that the power of a pistol was small. Only when it hit the target at close range would it be lethal. He was waiting for the enemy to approach.
The other Goshiha was named Jin Shun, who was Jin Zhong’s twin brother. He was the first Goshiha who was killed by the assassin with the gold-medal arrow. When Jin Zhong saw his brother lying dead, he only had one thought in his mind: to replace the dead brother. Brotherly revenge, an assassin jumped from the top of the carriage, his movements were crisp and smooth, and he waved his samurai sword exaggeratedly in mid-air. There were heads in front of him. The harvest season has arrived, but a small bullet happened to hit him. his forehead.
An assassin who rushed to the carriage took out a revolver and fired six bullets in succession, hitting the target. The white figure was Bai Lian. Her white color turned out to be the best target for the enemy. The red flowers bloomed on the white, getting redder and redder, and less and less lustrous.
Li Guolou was watching from the side, full of sadness and heartache, which made his eyes a little blurry, but he still lit the grenade in his hand and threw it hard to the opposite side of the carriage.
There was a loud "rumbling" sound, and the smoke filled the air. This habit made people burst into tears. Li Guolou held a stabbing gun and shouted: "Kill." He jumped on a war horse and crossed the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke. .
"Kill." Four Goshiha armed with thrust guns followed Li Guolou without hesitation, crossing the carriage and rushing to kill several fleeing assassins.
Several other Goshihars quickly mounted their bayonets on the barrels of their guns, formed an attacking battle formation with the neat pace of practice, and shouted together: "Kill."
Xie Liya, who was hiding in the carriage, held a Mauser gun, jumped out of the carriage and rushed towards Bai Lian, with tears streaming down her face, and shouted: "Bai Lian." She regretted that she should not have let Bai Lian out of the carriage just now. An avoidable disaster had already befallen their family.
An assassination operation that was not carried out according to the planned plan was flawed from the beginning. Frontal assault was not the strength of the Black Dragon Society. The determination to die in Bushido allowed the Black Dragon Society assassins to rush to the battlefield one after another.
An assassin was shot...
The second assassin was killed...
The third assassin fell off his horse and was trampled to death...
The fourth assassin was nowhere to be seen...
The fifth assassin was killed...
The sixth assassin fell off his horse, got up and limped, and continued to charge forward...
The seventh assassin screamed and covered his chest...
This is the embodiment of the essence of the Japanese Bushido, never take a step back, fight even to the death, sacrifice one's life to become a benevolent person, and the spirit of Bushido will last forever.
However, no matter how good the bushido spirit is, it is also mixed with disharmonious factors. Those assassins who joined the Black Dragon Society, looking at the tragic scenes in front of them, no longer have the will to win, and there are fewer and fewer people around them. This frightened them even more. They pulled the reins of their horses, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction. It was not advisable to stay here for a long time.
A Japanese soldier with a gold-medal arrow in his arms rolled his eyes and pulled the horse's head with the reins in his hand. The horse that was charging straight suddenly slowed down. He lay on top of the horse and shot forward randomly, buckling He moved the trigger more than six times, not even knowing that there was no bullet in the chamber. His horse slowed down, and he pulled out another revolver, making up his mind to shoot anyone who dared to block his path to wealth. , the horse made a circle, went in the opposite direction to his accomplices, and drove away.
There are also five Japanese prostitutes whose horses have slowed down. They usually speak more eloquently than the Japanese samurai. The Japanese prostitutes are not short of body and treat their compatriots even more cruelly. They are well-known heroes in Tianjin Weijun and have received the Black Dragon The test of Brother Hui, the certificate of nomination has been handed over to the Black Dragon Society, but the short distance is a dead end, and there is still a sprint of 100 meters, which makes them unable to bear it. The imperial envoy Li Guolou has a good reputation, not to mention the group of Goshiha in front. With accurate marksmanship, his companions fell to the ground one by one. Seeing that the charging crowd had changed from thirty-one to more than a dozen people, the two Japanese assassins became more alert and fell far behind the Japanese assassins. When they saw a The companion turned away from the smoke-filled death place, and the other five Japanese soldiers turned their horses and walked away with the flow, whipping the whip in their hands fiercely, leaving the green hills without fear of burning firewood.
Ren Tailang, a Black Dragon Society assassin who fell from his horse and was limping, saw the two Japs in front of him fleeing the battlefield one after another. He was very angry. He stood in the middle of the official road, raised the katana in his hand, and shouted: "Eight Ge, keep rushing for me."
Horse hooves were flying, and the two Japanese soldiers pointed their revolvers at the Japanese samurai, threatening the Japanese samurai that if he dared to swing his sword, he would be destroyed.
The six Japanese Japs left. The spirit of Japanese Bushido is a character possessed only by fools, so they are not fools. This is the Qing Empire, and the national condition is to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Ren Tailang gasped for breath, gritted his teeth with hatred, looked at the gunshots coming from the front, and continued to drag his injured left leg forward, and continued to move forward. Only by defeating the enemy and destroying the enemy can one be a man. What he did was a figure less than 1.5 meters tall, with unimaginable tenacity. He continued to move forward. It was possible that one of his left legs had been broken, but Ren Tailang dragged his injured leg without hesitation and headed towards the hail of bullets... ····
There were two carriages lying across the official road. The carriages were lying in the middle of the road. The still-breathing horses were lying in a pool of blood and wailing. The obstacles blocked the way of the remaining seven Japanese samurai.
The choice left to Yasuda Youbei was to either jump over the obstacle and kill the enemy with thunderous momentum, but there was also the possibility that he would be knocked down by the obstacle and die before his ambition could be fulfilled.
Either go around the weeds next to the big tree. If you go around in a circle, you need to slow down your horse speed, and you may even become a target for the enemy gunners.
Another way is to jump off the horse and fight the enemy on foot.
There were only a few seconds left for Yasuda Youbei to choose. He didn't have to think about it and shouted: "Charge!" No matter what, he rushed over and said it. At this time, he could not talk about tactics. He only had the enemy in his eyes. head.
An assassin who rushed to the front pulled the reins and urged the war horse under his crotch, making the war horse jump over several horses that fell to the ground. His body was so strong and his movements were so skillful, but Fukuda forgot, He has never practiced obstacle racing. There is a huge difference between galloping and jumping. The moment when Fukuda pulls the reins is earlier than the moment when the sparks bloom, but just this moment can change a lot.
The war horse under his crotch leaped, and then fell. The horse's feet stepped on the fallen obstacle. The war horse neighed and cried. It was knocked down, and its leg bones must have been broken. At that moment, Futian jumped up and was still in the air. He seemed to have changed. He became a goshawk, overlooking all living things, but he had no wings, so he flew high and fell miserably. Futian was like a sandbag, groaning and falling to the ground, and there were more obstacles here.
An assassin suddenly jumped off his horse in front of the carriage, rolled forward and charged forward. The bright samurai sword caught everyone's attention. The three-foot-long sword, who could compete with him: "Kill." Wu Bu sprinted at an extremely fast speed. , although his legs are not long, he is extremely fast, and with a height of over 1.65 meters, he is already a tall idol favored by beauties among the Japanese samurai of the Black Dragon Society.
Takebe will return to Sakura Tower with glory and accept the service of geisha Amuro Nami. The beautiful Amuro Nami seems to be smiling at him. Takebe also smiles sarcastically in front of him. The figure of Goshiha in front has already reached the point where he is attacking. within the range.
"Kill." Wu Bu flicked from side to side, using weird footwork to bully a Goshiha. He easily dodged the bayonet thrust on his opponent's spear, and bullied his opponent's body. He was sure to win. The samurai sword pierced the opponent's body, blood splashed, and the most beautiful red flowers bloomed just for him. The beautiful Amuro Nami was waiting for him to come back. He wanted to bring back a lot of gold.
"Ah!" Goshha Chengming shouted the last cry in his life. He did not embarrass his brother Chengkun, nor did he give up the fight even to death. He faced the sharp sword with his body, and the samurai sword penetrated from his back, and his hands He hugged the enemy tightly, opened his big mouth, and bit the enemy's nose. This was the last gift the enemy gave him, and Cheng Ming accepted it.
"Ah!" Wu Bu let out a shrill scream. His nose was viciously bitten by the enemy. What was even more frightening was that he was hugged by an enemy who was struggling to his death. His short body suffered a loss, and the pace he relied on to become famous He was unable to exert his effect and was crushed to the ground by the enemy. What kind of enemy was this? At this moment, Wu Bu felt regret for the first time. He should not have died for the Black Dragon Society. His nose was in the mouth of a dead man. Did he still have a chance to get up? What? How could a dead man still have so much strength after breaking free from the arms that tightly held him?
Several bullets flew next to him. This time, Wu Bu couldn't use the magic step. He lay on the ground and felt the heartbreaking pain. In an instant, he was free. It turned out that death is a happy thing. The door of heaven was open to him. He was free. No longer restrained, Takebe let out a breath of relief and stared at the heaven with wide eyes.
An assassin wanted to bypass the obstacle from the weeds next to the road. The speed of the war horse could not help but slow down a lot. He hoped that the enemy would not notice his move, but fate was not good enough. Shelia pulled out the revolver on her armed belt and fired at He fired continuously: "Bang, bang, bang, bang."
The assassin did not escape the door of death. He glanced helplessly at Shelia who was nearby. This was supposed to be his delicious meal, so why would a woman shoot? The assassin stared at Shelia reluctantly, and his lustful fantasy made him fall into hell.
"Bai Lian, I will avenge you." Xie Liya hid behind the last carriage, looked at Bai Lian's body next to her, and quickly reloaded bullets. At this time, she thought of the benefits of Li Guolou being prepared for danger in times of peace, and his actions of staying calm in times of crisis. Let her not be afraid of death. Death is not terrible. As long as you dare to face it, there is hope. The battle situation is like this. There are already more people than assassins. There are only a few assassins waiting to die.
Shelia stood up from the back of the carriage, raised the Colt revolver in her hand generously, held the handle with both hands, closed one left eye, and aimed at an assassin jumping over the carriage: "Bang", a shot head shot.
An assassin fell from the roof of the carriage and fell weakly. The smell of blood filled the air, and the smoke-filled killing turned everyone into beasts.