Maeda Yujiro's attack was completely suicidal. The horse was already exhausted, and he was injured and exhausted. At this time, even if he possessed the master swordsman, he might not be able to reverse the situation.
After thinking about the crisp sound of gunfire, Maeda Yujiro closed his eyes and stood alone on the snow, quietly waiting for the moment when his soul floated to the sky.
My ears were filled with the neighing of war horses, trampling of horse hooves and bursts of gunshots, shouting in unintelligible Russian, and the wind carried cold snow slag and hit my face with a bit of coldness.
There is no part of the body that does not hurt, and the blood seeping out of the wound is sticky and cold. Is this what death feels like? Why is it not as scary as imagined?
"Yongjiro, get down, Yongjiro, get down," a strange shout rang in my ears. Doesn't the Lord of Hell accept people who die standing? By the way, why is this voice so familiar?
Before he could react, the voice suddenly shouted again, "Yujiro, listen to the order and lie down on the spot to train!"
As soon as Yujiro heard this, his whole body reacted like a conditioned reflex, and he screamed and slapped his whole body on the snow. During the whole winter training for new recruits, prone shooting training was the most common complaint among soldiers.
No matter how thick the snow is in front of you, you can shoot straight up without any hesitation when the instructor gives the order! As long as you slow down for a moment, the instructor's whip will come up and lash out.
This group of volunteers had military discipline that was enforced with whips. As soon as the words "lie down training" came out of his mouth, Yujiro didn't dare to neglect and threw himself on the ground.
The cold snow choked his nostrils and got into his clothes. He was so cold that he suddenly opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that he was not dead. The gunshot just now was not directed at him.
The surrounding Rakshasa ghosts had already rushed towards the north, and more than 40 knights carrying Spencer lances were charging towards the group of Cossacks more than a hundred meters away.
Bang bang bang Spencer's rate of fire was much faster than the Berdan rifle. The charging Rakshasa ghosts were immediately swept away. Maeda Yujiro watched as a Tsarist Russian cavalry was shot and fell off his horse. , but the left foot was still hanging on the saddle, and the horse dragged the body and plowed a long bloody groove on the snow.
Immediately afterwards, a grenade was thrown at him, and Yujiro was so frightened that he quickly hid in the snowdrift with his head in his hands. He only heard a violent explosion, and the earthquake shook his chest, causing wounds all over his body to hurt.
A platoon of Rakshasa ghosts were quickly wiped out. Those who rushed up were the Fuso warriors who were inquiring about the news. The four leading men, Yujiro, were very familiar with them. Two young warriors from the Date family, Date Shiraye and Date Kitano. , and two young talents from the Uesugi family, Uesugi Ishifumi and Uesugi Nobu.
At the moment when the smoke rose, the ones closest to the smoke were the group of Fuso warriors who were driven out of the city. The best among them quickly made the correct judgment.
Shimazu Asuka, Mouri Ichigen and other southern warriors led most of the people to set up defensive positions on the spot. No matter whether the opponent was a human or a ghost, at least they had to set up a blocking position.
The samurai of the Date family and the Uesugi family gathered the few dozen war horses in the rear and personally explored the direction of the rising smoke.
The Uesugi family is the descendant of Kenshin Uesugi, a famous general in Japan's Warring States Period. Their generations lived in the Echigo area of Japan, which is northern Japan facing the Sea of Japan. This is a famous blizzard-intensive area in Japan, and the samurai who grew up there are very good at marching in heavy snow.
The Date family is even more remarkable. Their ancestor, the one-eyed dragon Masamune, is a famous Oshu clan with outstanding fighting prowess. However, the Ou area is the Snow Country of Japan, where the samurai are very good at fighting in bitter cold weather.
It was perfect for them to lead the cavalry to explore. In the pure white snow, there were hidden ravines and sharp gravels. People who were not familiar with cold zone warfare would not be able to understand these features. And these warriors have a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and they can see where they can walk on the snow and where they can't walk on it with just one glance.
Not to mention knowing the way in the forest, this group of people had a very good sense of direction. They took the path in the forest and headed west without slowing down. Only then did they arrive in time when Maeda Yujiro was in the most danger.
"Get on the horse!" Date Baiye stretched out his hand and pulled up Yujiro Maeda. "You are awesome, you are so awesome! You fought alone against a platoon, and finally killed seven of them with a tachi? Oh my god! You really didn't lose your temper. Congratulations on the face of the 1,000-meter-old Daimyo! Let’s go and fight back.”
Maeda Yujiro had no strength left. He leaned on Date Baixie's back and even had to tie the two of them together with a rope to ensure that they did not fall off the horse. He said feebly, "Take me to see the general immediately! The enemy. There are too many, and there are still 20,000 troops for the forward regiment! The Qing court betrayed us and they opened up the national border. These Central Asian cavalry have already cut off our retreat!"
"Damn it! Brother Baga, you don't need to say anything. Save up your strength and go see the general. The prime minister is here too. Right on the sea, we won the battle of Vladivostok!"
"Don't worry, Shimazu Asuka and Mouri Yigen have started to set up defenses. As long as we are not dead, none of these bastards can even think of coming to fight!"
Forty cavalrymen rushed into the forest like dragons and galloped around the path towards Vladivostok.
At this moment, the forward position on the right wing of the Vladivostok battlefield was completely silent. The soldiers were lying on the snow, with their shoulders and heads leaning on the one-meter-high sandbag wall. Some were carefully observing the movements in the west, while others were seizing the time to maintain their rifles. , there were even soldiers who believed in Buddhism with their eyes closed and muttering to the Buddha.
Maori Yiyuan pinched the clean snow on the ground with his hands, kneaded it into small balls and threw them into his mouth. The cold feeling could wake him up, and the snow water could give him a little more strength. At this moment, the western woods suddenly rose into the sky. A large number of sparrows flew up.
"Here we come! Everyone, prepare, the enemy is coming." With an order, rifles suddenly appeared in all the circular shooting forts on the battlefield, and three thousand Mauser guns were fired at the same time. The entire position was instantly filled with murderous intent.
People seemed to feel the earth shaking. After a while, a group of ragged cavalry rushed out of the forest. As soon as they rushed to the open plain, an old man at the head waved his arms and shouted wildly.
"One of our own! I am Lao Shentou and we are here to send messages to the enemy! Don't shoot."
"Be careful not to shoot. It's our own people who let them into the position." There were roars one after another in the defense line.
When Lao Shentou ran closer to the battle formation, he discovered that the long plain area stretching for four kilometers was full of regular sandbag positions. From a distance, it looked like regular plum blossoms and like tombs. .
"Ah? What kind of thing is this? How can it create such a weird formation?"
"Old Shentou, don't block the road! Go around the shooting position and go to the city. The city of Vladivostok has been captured by us. This is the base camp now! Go directly into the city, hurry, hurry, hurry."
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