Delengtai noticed that a Japanese soldier was rushing towards him from the slope with a shining bayonet in front of him. It seemed that his intention was to stab his own horse with the bayonet.
Delengtai is not used to his faults anymore. I don't kill people because I don't want to sacrifice my life for others. It doesn't mean that you think I am a soft persimmon that you can manipulate at will.
At that moment, he gently pulled the reins, and the horse under his crotch, as if it knew its master's thoughts, took an agile step diagonally and dodged the Japs' thrust.
Delengtai swung the saber in his right hand with the speed of the war horse, and saw that the devil's right arm was broken at the shoulder level. Before he could howl in agony, he was directly hit by Guan Xiaoxi's war horse, which was following closely. As a trapeze artist, the blood he spurted out splashed all over Guan Xiaoxi's face.
Guan Xiaoxi was so frightened that he screamed, but at this moment, Delengtai's eyes tightened. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a Japanese man lying on the ground pretending to be dead. When he saw Delengtai's horse running past, he was A gun was pointed at him behind him.
At this moment, Delengtai had no time to turn the horse's head, and he did not dare to jump off the galloping horse. There were countless horses following him. If he jumped off the horse, he would definitely turn into meat. He felt cold. You can only risk using the stunt hidden in the stirrup.
But his war horse had no place to hide. Once his war horse was shot and fell to the ground, he would only die.
At this moment, there was the sound of continuous gunfire from behind.
He turned around and took a closer look on the galloping horse, and saw a string of blood spraying from the little devil's body, while a wisp of smoke was emitting from the long-magazine rifle in the hand of a national soldier.
Before Delengtai had time to thank the Chinese soldier who saved his life, he was carried away by his horse.
Now Delengtai also understands the situation. This is not a matter of working for someone. When he goes to the battlefield, he is now with the national army. If you don't kill, you will be killed by those devils. Who is special? It doesn’t matter whether you work hard or not.
Delengtai cheered up, turned around and said loudly: "Follow me closely, don't slow down, only attack the enemies in front of you, don't worry about the laggards."
After saying that, he clamped his legs together. The war horse also knew that its master was going to get serious. It neighed excitedly, stretched out its four slender and strong thighs, and accelerated into a gallop.
Now there are dozens of puppet soldiers following him. At the critical moment of life and death, no one dares to have other ideas and starts to fight desperately.
It has to be said that the performance of professional cavalry is indeed different from Zhou Wen's half-baked cavalry.
After all, these puppet cavalry were veterans who had trained together for many years, and their formations quickly became closer.
Delengtai was the arrow, but the other cavalrymen were only half a horse behind him, guarding both sides of him, and four more behind him. By analogy, dozens of people formed a swallow-shaped formation. , directly followed the national army in front and sprinted deep into the Japanese army's formation.
Although Delengtai's cavalry team was small in number, they ran with a rainbow-like momentum, their horses' hooves were like thunder, and their swords were flashing. In just a moment, they were connected head-to-head with the cavalry of the mercenary regiment that was the first to attack. Then they continued to accelerate, and gradually kept pace with Zhou Wen and his first-line assault group who were rushing at the front.
After Zhou Wen slashed a kid to death with his sword, he heard the sound of galloping horse hooves behind him. He turned his head and saw a dark-faced puppet cavalryman. He just extended his saber and waved his forearm lightly, and a kid ran desperately. In an instant, a gash ran through the entire back of the devil's back, with bones growing and blood splattering.
Amid the screams, the cavalryman didn't even look at him. His horse speed did not slow down at all. He stretched his saber again and rushed forward.
This sword and horse look so comfortable and calm, and have their own artistic conception.
"Good sword skills! Good riding skills!" Zhou Wen praised loudly.
He knew at a glance that this cavalryman was an expert in horse fighting. The man and horse were one, and he could wield the sword freely. Moreover, he is very good at using the speed of the horse, and does not waste any physical or arm strength on his own. Only in this way can the speed of the war horse be fully unleashed.
Although the infantry brothers in the mercenary group also rode horses and wielded swords, and everyone had martial arts skills, they lacked that person's calmness and smoothness.
For the same sword, because you are riding a galloping horse, the strength of your feet and waist and abdomen are greatly weakened, so you can only swing the sword with the strength of your arms. If the distance is not well controlled, it will not only take effort, but also easily strain the arm.
And that man perfectly combined the rhythm of the horse's running with his own sword swing, completely borrowing the horsepower, and he just pointed the sword at the target. When he swung the sword, he swiped along the human body instead of forcefully. Chopping hard can save effort and time without affecting the horse's speed.
Zhou Wen thought for a moment. Among the mercenary groups, perhaps only Xu Dacheng's riding skills could compare with this man's, but his horse fighting skills were not as smooth and smooth as this man's. Perhaps with the skill of stepping on the powerful mirror with half a foot, he would not be much worse than this man when he was riding on a horse, and he might even be more powerful than him, but this kind of silky and freehand beauty would be far inferior to him. .
That idiot Dacheng will definitely only be able to charge and kill with his brute strength. Not only will he scream, but he will also make himself bloody and wet.
When Delengtai heard that the young colonel of the national army praised him without hesitation, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He felt that a scholar would die for his confidant. He suddenly felt heroic in his chest. He turned to Zhou Wen, grinned, and said loudly: "Thank you. ...Sir! Hehehehe..."
Before Delengtai finished speaking, the knife in his hand gently and deftly slashed a Japs neck. By the time the headless neck spurted plasma into the sky, his horse had already passed by without a trace of blood on it. .
Although Zhou Wen's riding skills are not as good as this black-faced man, Qi Jinjing's martial arts can also coordinate his body with the horse, and he has a competitive mentality in his heart.
Zhou Wen used the technique of distraction to control the war horse with both feet. In his right hand was a Japanese military officer's sword, and in his left hand was a black iron dagger given by his master. As the horse galloped wildly, the left and right knives came out at the same time, and two Japanese heads flew into the sky.
Delengtai also gave Zhou Wen a thumbs up and said: "Good sword skills!" He said this sentence very smoothly. At this moment, he did not regard Zhou Wen as a superior, but as a fellow-minded person.
Zhou Wen laughed and said loudly: "That man, let's compete."
"good!"
They saw the two men marching at the same time, shouting and killing in the Japanese team.
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To say that Colonel Jiro Kawatani's current mood is as depressed as that of a dog in Japan.
I had the intention of being cowardly, but my coercion was not thorough enough.
If he had delayed a little longer before, waiting for his men to have lunch before eating at the same place, and starting an hour later, he would not have been attacked by cavalry that suddenly appeared on this march.
