Zhao Xin's sudden disappearance made Jiang Fan extremely panicked. In an instant, countless thoughts came to him, and he even thought about the issue of his successor. But in an instant he realized that King Zhao knew the "Earth Shrinking Technique"!
The attackers riding out of the forest were approaching step by step. The enemy was very cunning. After their dozens of cavalry came out of the woods, they quickly divided into left and right wings, forming a flanking attack. Jiang Fan noticed that these people were very good at riding, and the snow under the hills was less than knee-deep, so they moved very fast.
"Aim at the horse! Hit the horse!" the guard platoon leader frowned and ordered hurriedly.
The twelve people, including Jiang Fan, all dismounted at this time. They either squatted or stood with their guns in hand, and opened fire at the more than twenty enemies rushing towards them from the left. With the North Navy's unremitting target training every month, the soldiers' marksmanship was very good, and several horses rushing in front were shot and fell to the ground.
"Right!" The guard platoon leader took advantage of the enemy on the left being suppressed by fire and directed his men to shoot at the enemy on the other side. Several horses whined and fell on the hillside one after another. Seeing this, dozens of attackers turned their horses and scurried back into the woods.
The battle was temporarily silent. Taking advantage of this short period of time, Jiang Fan changed the magazine of his pistol and said to the guard platoon leader: "Your Highness is fine! Don't worry!"
The guard platoon leader had actually heard some rumors about Zhao Xin. He nodded and said to Jiang Fan: "Chief of Staff, we can't hold on here! We have to meet up with the political commissar!"
Before Jiang Fan could answer, a roar and a dull horn sounded again from the forest. The retreating attackers launched another attack. This time they came out in full force and divided into three groups: left, middle and right. , charging faster than last time. The leader was a guy wearing black armor and red robes, holding a nail gun.
"Shoot!" More than a dozen Northern Marines fired fiercely at the enemies from three sides. The attackers' crazy attack posture increased the hit rate.
However, this time the enemy did not face him directly during the impact. Instead, he deflected the horse's body and used the horse's body as a shield. At the same time, he hooked one foot on the stirrup on one side and hooked the horse's neck with his hand. He hid in a stirrup.
The three-pronged attack and outflanking posture made more than a dozen people, including Jiang Fan, unable to withstand it. The attackers on the left wing quickly rushed over the small slope that was most unfavorable to them, sat back on their saddles, and raised their bows to shoot arrows at the Northern Navy. As more than a dozen feather arrows shot out from thirty meters away, a soldier who was changing his magazine was hit by two arrows almost at the same time and fell to the ground screaming.
The "Yiwei Camp" cavalry who returned to the palace were trained in battle formation subjects like the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia, and their riding and shooting skills were quite good. They were second only to the elite of the Eight Banners of Liangzhou in the entire East Xinjiang Road. When Xiaohezhuo rebelled, the first Hui Wang Yusufu personally led 400 of his men to southern Xinjiang to fight with Zhaohui.
Seeing more and more enemies approaching, the guard platoon leader shouted: "Prepare grenades!"
When the attackers were only twenty meters away from their own side, as the guard platoon leader shouted "drop bombs", ten grenades were divided into three directions and fell into the enemy's cavalry. A series of violent explosions set off clouds of thick black smoke. The attackers and their horses were immediately blown to pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and screams and wails continued.
The guard platoon leader quickly turned his head and looked back at the mountain col where Fan Tong and the others were, and shouted to Jiang Fan beside him: "Chief of Staff! Escape quickly! Bring the wounded and join Political Commissar Fan and the others. They will follow you." Let’s go, I’ll cover you!”
In panic, Jiang Fan emptied all the two pistol magazines he had with him, knowing that leaving them behind would be of no use. Besides, he still has great ambitions, how can he be willing to die here? He asked several soldiers to help the soldier who was hit by the arrow onto his horse, then each jumped on his mount and went straight to the ravine under the hill.
Go back a few minutes. When the grenade flew over, the commander Xia Silin who was rushing forward was keenly aware that the situation was not good. To be able to serve as the commander of the army under King Hui, apart from nepotism, his ability on horseback must also be good. He subconsciously quickly withdrew his left foot from the stirrup, and at the same time loosened his hand hooked on the horse's neck. With the help of inertia, , rolled back seven or eight meters on the ground, thus avoiding the damage caused by the explosion.
After the explosion stopped, Xia Silin, who was lying on the ground, hurriedly unbuckled the cloak around his neck, gasped for a few times, and then coughed again due to the smoke. When he fell off the horse and rolled a few times, the rope buckle on his cloak almost strangled him to death.
Xia Silin had never fought against Bei Haijun, but he had heard He Sheng'e and his subordinates talk about the power of the opponent's "repeating fire gun". He didn't expect that a dozen people could defeat more than 80 elite cavalry in such a miserable state.
He didn't know where the nail gun he had dropped had gone. When he saw a bow falling on the snow a few steps ahead, he took advantage of the smoke after the explosion to crawl over and grabbed the bow. , and pulled out a few plum needle arrows from a nearby bag, put on the bow and arrow, and shot out at a Beihai soldier who was shooting.
He had thought about it, if the arrow could hit, he would continue to lead his men forward; if not, he would just turn around and run away.
After all, years of practicing bows and arrows are not in vain. Xia Silin's arrow hit the soldier's chest, and the latter let out a muffled groan and staggered backwards. Xia Silin was overjoyed and shouted "Kill!" After saying that, he set up his bow and arrow and looked for the next target.
The guard platoon leader in charge of the cover emptied the last bullet in the gun chamber and was about to replace the magazine when an attacker on horseback brandished a sharp nail gun and swung it at his head. The guard platoon leader raised his gun, and with a clang, he pushed away the opponent's gun tip, rushed forward, and made a step forward thrust. The entire bayonet penetrated the enemy's calf, and then he slashed outward with force. The other party let out a scream and fell headfirst from the horse.
At this moment, three more enemies without riding horses rushed up from the opposite side. The guard platoon leader had no time to reload. He turned the gun, held the muzzle in his hand, and used all his strength to aim at the gangster in front of him and press his head. He smashed it over with his head, and with a click, the opponent's head was immediately dented.
Suddenly, there was a huge muffled sound behind his head, like a heavy sledgehammer hitting the back of his head. Although he was blocked by a steel helmet, he still felt dizzy and fell onto the snow. As his body fell, four or five long knives or nail guns pierced his body almost simultaneously.
"Platoon leader!" the remaining four soldiers roared angrily, and they were about to rush over with bayonets in hand; however, more arrows were shot out from the galloping horses, and more enemies surrounded and divided them, and the four were helpless. Taking another step closer, I had to resist while retreating, trying to break through.
When dozens of roaring war horses galloped past the top of the hill, there was no longer a Beihai navy standing on the hill.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Xia Silin walked up to the fallen guard platoon leader with wide eyes and stabbed him with the bow in his hand. Seeing that there was no movement, Xia Silin took the steel from the hand of the person next to him. The knife struck the neck fiercely and chopped it down.
He asked one of his subordinates to put away the head, then opened the tight hand of the guard platoon leader, picked up the assault rifle and played with it a few times.
"Good knife!"
Xia Silin didn't know how to use the gun, but the bayonet under the muzzle attracted his attention. After playing around with it for a few times, he still couldn't figure it out, so he lost interest. After naming a few people and leaving them to clean the battlefield, he jumped on a horse and took most of the people to the valley under the hill, preparing to join the encirclement and suppression of another group of Northern Navy soldiers.
Zhao Xin had not felt scared for several years. Even when he and Wang Yuanfang rushed into Yangzhou City to save people, or even broke into Heshen's Mansion at night, he did not feel that there was much danger.
The only time he felt scared before was when Wu Zhong and Chai Rugui accepted the reward from the Qing government and came to Beihai Town to assassinate him. At that time, he was really afraid that someone who had practiced iron sand palm would come close to him and hit him lightly, and then the rust would enter his body. He couldn't feel anything at the time, and he would burp in a few days, and no medicine could save him. Therefore, Chen Jishan stayed close to him almost every day, and even slept on a bed outside his bedroom door at night.
However, the sneak attack so close today really scared him out of the cold sweat on his forehead, so when he heard the sound of gunshots in his ears, the big black horse leaped up and landed, and he jumped out of the way.
Unexpectedly, when he appeared in the wilderness of another time and space, he fell directly to the ground from a height of more than one meter. He was caught off guard and his back hit a protruding stone in the snow. Be passed over.
Zhao Xin rolled over in panic, propped up his elbows on the ground, stretched out his other hand to the painful area on his back, used his fingertips to rub it gently a few times, and then stood up slowly after his breathing became smoother. stand up.
In Jiangbulak in this time and space, the cold wind was howling and the white snow was blowing, which made Zhao Xin's forehead feel cold. However, because of this, he quickly calmed down, raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, and looked around. There was no one in sight.
He glanced around again and looked farther away to make sure there was no one around. Then with a thought, a pile of various equipment appeared on the snow in front of him.
Zhao Xin endured the pain in his back, squatted down and grabbed the HK416 rifle that had been with him for many years. He checked it hastily and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the gun before he started to put on the equipment.
There was no time to change the tactical pants, so he tied the tactical belt directly and connected it to the original belt with a fixed buckle. The items on the belt have been assembled in advance, including two rifle magazines, a pistol magazine, a magazine recovery bag with an opening on it, a bag for grenades, and an extended pistol holster with a leg strap. And a medical kit with breathable tape, gauze, gauze, disinfectant alcohol pads, and several large band-aids.
After fastening his belt, Zhao Xin poured out a handful of 45-70 point lever rifle ammunition from a bullet box. There were almost 20 rounds. He stuffed them into the compartment of the recycling bag behind his butt, and then grabbed a lemon grenade. Stuffed into the grenade bag.
Next he put on the camouflage CPC military tactical vest, which included magazine quick pulls, bullet bags, rifle imitation ropes, glove anti-drop straps, tourniquets, daggers and other accessories that had been assembled in advance. , just put it on directly. On the front of the vest, there is a bullet bag containing three magazines, and a bulletproof steel plate is inserted into the sandwich at the back. After doing all this, he put on a bulletproof helmet with built-in goggles, tightened the chin strap, and hastily put on his gloves.
Finally, he loaded five or six bullets into a lever rifle produced in Beihai Town, carried it behind his back, put away the large backpack full of ammunition and bits and pieces, grabbed the assault rifle, and checked the ammunition again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the magazine and bolt, he set the speed switch to the semi-automatic position.
Although it sounds complicated, it actually took Zhao Xinlong less than fifteen minutes in total from picking up the things to putting them on. As long as he was not busy these years, he would go to the training base in Beihai Town basically every month, ask the guards to clear an empty space, and practice from head to toe alone; then load a few magazines from pistols to rifles, Only then will you leave with satisfaction.
In his opinion, it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself; as he is running around, it is absolutely unrealistic to expect to be protected by guards at all times. It was precisely because of his pride that he dared to visit He Mansion at night.
Zhao Xin took two deep breaths and then disappeared on the spot. At the position where he once stood, the air around him seemed to be like a ripple in the water where stones were thrown, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When he reappeared on the snow in another time and space, the first thing that caught his eye were a few guys holding long knives two meters away. They all covered half of their faces with cloth scarves and had fierce looks in their eyes. One of them He was about to swing his sword at a Northern Navy soldier who fell to the ground with an arrow in his shoulder.
Because of Zhao Xin's sudden appearance, several attackers were startled. After being stunned for a few seconds, they all rushed towards him waving weapons. But what faced them now was the cold and black muzzle of the gun.
Amidst the intensive rattling sounds, bullets like a shower whizzed out through the silencer. The four attackers who rushed forward in a fan shape were all hit by multiple bullets and fell to the ground. Zhao Xin didn't care whether the opponent was dead or not, and based on the principle of safety first, he took two steps forward and shot two more shots at the opponent's head.
Only then did Zhao Xin have a chance to look around. The tops of the hills, which were originally covered with pure white snow, had completely changed their appearance. The blood that could be seen stained the snow red and white, and some of them were even steaming. The bodies of more than twenty attackers lay on the ground, and several people wearing grass-green camouflage fell in a pool of blood. Zhao Xin could tell that they were members of the guard platoon without even getting close. In addition, there were several injured horses, half kneeling and half lying, neighing helplessly.
In the valley under the hill, dozens of masked men on horseback were attacking a mountain col. The sound of shooting from matchlock guns and North Korean navy rifles came one after another, mixed with the shouting of people. The smoke after the shooting was like mist blown by the wind, drifting in the valley.
Zhao Xin noticed that the masked people were gathering outside the mountain col and could not attack them yet, so he decided to rescue the people here first. However, when he checked his own personnel one by one, he was shocked to find that in addition to the soldier who had been hit by an arrow he had just rescued, a total of four of them had lost their heads. His heart was filled with fire!
"Why"
The one who groaned was a seriously injured guard platoon soldier, who was about to be decapitated before. Zhao Xin hurriedly turned around and stepped forward. While checking the injuries, he asked, "Where are our people?"
"Retreat, retreat to the mountain. The mountain is going down. I, I will fight with the platoon leader to cover."
The soldier was lying on his side on the ground, and a bloody arrow with a cold light was exposed behind his shoulder that was shot through. However, Zhao Xin quickly noticed that there was a pool of blood under the opponent's body, and it was obvious that there were more serious wounds. So he hurriedly asked: "Where is it hurt?"
Realizing that the person who saved him was actually Zhao Xin, the soldier's pale face showed an expression of disbelief, and he said tremblingly: ""Belly, I got a stab in the stomach."
Zhao Xin ignored the wound on the opponent's shoulder, turned the opponent over, lifted up his shirt, and was shocked to find that there was a two-inch wide incision below the opponent's stomach. In addition to the blood, there was also a slight cyan color. The intestines are coming out!
Zhao Xin only hesitated for a moment, but decided to save people first. He took out the sterile alcohol cotton pads from the first aid bag on his waist, intending to clean the area around the wound first, then stuff the intestines back and then bandage them.
In order to distract the soldiers, he tore the packaging bag while asking, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
"Wu, Wu Daniu"
"How old are you this year? Bear with me!"
"Two, fourteen, ah~~!!!"
"Hold it!"
Zhao Xin threw away the disinfectant cotton, covered the wound with one hand, grabbed a square band-aid with the other hand, tore it open with his mouth, and applied it directly to the wound, followed by a second piece; then he bit it open with his teeth The plastic bag containing the bandage was wrapped twice around the opponent's belly.
Zhao Xin patted the soldier on the face and encouraged: "Daniu! Don't fall asleep! Wait for me to come back!"
Wu Daniu's bloodless face showed an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, and he gasped: "Little one, be careful, there are too many of them. My family came to Daming Prefecture in Zhili the year of the flood. I have a father at home. Mother, daughter-in-law, son”
The soldier was chattering, his voice getting weaker and weaker, but at this time, Zhao Xin had already run more than 20 meters, one step at a time, and he didn't hear what was said behind him at all.
(End of chapter)
