Three Eighth Route Cavalrymen were about to ride in pursuit.
Sun Desheng had already taken off his Type 44 rifle from his back.
Sun Desheng's eyes were fixed on the escaping Japanese cavalry, but he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed the bullet into the chamber. He pulled the trigger the next second after he set up the rifle.
Ba——
Wu Dao, who had escaped fifty meters away, screamed and fell off his horse almost at the moment when the gunfire rang out.
A soldier urged his horse to gallop over, and as the blade swept past, Wu Dao's head and body separated.
While Wu Dao's war horse was running, the Yunlong Sword inserted into its buttocks fell off, and it slowly stopped. The stinging pain on its buttocks made it moan uncontrollably.
The soldier got off his horse, picked up the Yunlong sword on the ground, and returned with two horses.
The entire battle lasted very short, and it was coming to an end. Only a few Japanese cavalry were still fighting against the trapped beasts.
A minute later, the remaining Japanese cavalry were all killed.
Sun Desheng, whose face was full of blood, rode up to Li Yunlong, turned over and dismounted, and gave a military salute: "Report to the commander, the battle is over, and no enemy has escaped."
"Sun Desheng, you commanded this battle well." Li Yunlong looked very satisfied, "I will give you and the cavalry company credit when I get back."
Li Yunlong also didn't expect that the cavalry company's combat effectiveness was so strong.
Seeing that half of the Japanese cavalry were killed by machine guns, and the remaining No. 40 Japanese cavalry was facing the No. 60 cavalry company, he felt that the outcome was between 50 and 50.
After all, the cavalry company had only been established for more than two months, and there was still a gap between the soldiers and the experienced and well-trained Japanese cavalry.
But in the actual confrontation, the cavalry company had the upper hand. Li Yunlong was sure that even if the cavalry company encountered the same number of Japanese cavalry, it would have an absolute advantage.
"Thank you, Captain!" Sun Desheng looked grateful, "Actually, this battle has little to do with my command. The main thing is that the guys in our hands are so good. Our Yunlong Sword is simply the nemesis of the Japanese Cavalry Sword, and what if we didn't have those 8 With a Czech light machine gun, our casualties in this battle will definitely be several times greater."
"The summary of the battle can wait until we get back." Li Yunlong said, "Clean the battlefield immediately and rescue the wounded."
Sun Desheng asked belatedly: "Captain, can we save the wounded Japanese soldiers?"
"Where are the wounded Japs?" Li Yunlong pretended to be surprised, "Why didn't I see them? Sun Desheng, did you see them?"
Sun Desheng looked solemn and replied quickly: "Report to the leader, I didn't see it!"
"That's right."
Li Yunlong said: "By the way, when cleaning the battlefield, wipe your neck as much as possible. After cleaning the battlefield, take off the Japanese's clothes, pants and uniforms and take them back. I will be of great use."
Sun Desheng straightened up: "Yes, leader!"
ten minutes later.
The battlefield has been cleaned.
Without exception, the Japanese had their necks wiped.
Even the clothes and pants on his body were stripped off, leaving them completely white.
Not to mention the Japanese war horses, sabers, rifles and bullets, they all became trophies of the cavalry company.
In this battle, the cavalry company.
"Report to the captain, the battlefield has been cleaned!" Sun Desheng saluted Li Yunlong and then said.
"What are the casualties?" Li Yunlong asked.
"Three members of the cavalry company were killed and five were injured, including two soldiers seriously injured and three soldiers slightly injured."
Li Yunlong nodded, the casualties were within his acceptable range.
What's more, more than 60 military horses were captured in this battle, and more than 80 Japanese cavalry were wiped out.
"Commander, about 20 military horses were shot to death by machine guns." Sun Desheng said, "What to do with those dead military horses?"
Li Yunlong thought for a moment and said: "When we go back and send the logistics transport team to transport horse meat, it will definitely be too late. In this way, let the soldiers cut off the horse legs and carry them on the horse's back, as well as the horse meat. How much can be brought back? Just take them all back."
An adult military horse weighs at least 1,200 kilograms. The horse meat of these 20 military horses cannot be brought back without a mule cart.
However, in line with the principle of not wasting, Li Yunlong certainly would not give up the horse meat.
The soldiers of the cavalry company have feelings for their own horses, but not for the Japanese soldiers. Almost all the soldiers who died this time were the Japanese soldiers.
Li Yunlong gave the order, and the soldiers wielded the Yunlong knife and chopped the legs of the horse lying on the ground.
"Sun Desheng." Li Yunlong shouted, "Come here."
Sun Desheng quickly ran over: "Captain!"
Li Yunlong said: "How is your cultural class going?"
"Captain." Sun Desheng said with a sneer, "You know me, I'm not a material for studying culture at all."
Li Yunlong asked: "Then whose handwriting is better among you?"
Sun Desheng said: "Cao Jiang, he went to school before joining the army, and his handwriting is not bad."
Li Yunlong said: "Call him over."
Sun Desheng turned around and shouted: "One platoon leader!"
"Yes!" Cao Jiang, the platoon leader, ran over and saluted with a military salute.
"Did you bring paper and pen?" Li Yunlong asked.
"Captain, this was just seized from the Japanese!" Cao Jiang quickly took out a pen and a notebook and handed them to Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong waved his hand and said, "I said, you write."
"Yes!" Cao Jiang quickly prepared to record.
Li Yunlong said: "I, Li Yunlong, the commander of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army, have learned that His Excellency Colonel Kuroshima Morita comes from a martial arts family and is proficient in swordsmanship. I think that the swordsmanship of your country is just a superficial knowledge of Chinese swordsmanship. The title of master and disciple , it has been concluded as early as the Tang Dynasty. Today I will give you a small gift. I will come to your door to consult with you tomorrow. I hope you will practice your sword skills diligently and improve your cultivation, so as not to be beheaded by me in a duel in the future. .”
Listening to Li Yunlong's words, Sun Desheng and Cao Jiang couldn't help but grin.
The leader has so many tricks up his sleeve.
Sun Desheng smiled and said: "If I were Morita Kuroshima, I would be so angry that I would vomit blood after reading this letter."
"Captain, it's done." Cao Jiang tore off the two pieces of paper he had written on and handed them to Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong took it, looked at it, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and handed it to Sun Desheng: "Put it in a conspicuous place for me, don't let the wind blow it away."
"Yes, leader." Sun Desheng took it solemnly, turned and left.
About ten minutes passed.
The horse's legs were cut off and tied to the horse's back with ropes.
The soldiers were cutting the flesh with knives.
The scouts of the cavalry company came on horseback to report: "Report to the regimental commander, Japanese reinforcements from the Huting stronghold are about to arrive. There are probably more than 100 Japanese soldiers, and they are less than 4 miles away from us."
Li Yunlong's expression changed. It must be that the Japanese in the blockhouse on the nearby road heard the gunshots and called the Huting stronghold.
The Japs in the Huting stronghold are not something to be afraid of. It would be terrible if they were bitten by the main force of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment.
Li Yunlong shouted loudly: "Give me the order to retreat immediately!"
The soldiers got on their horses and prepared to retreat.
Li Yunlong turned around and saw Sun Desheng cutting horse meat with the Yunlong knife, and cursed: "Sun Desheng, you can cut two pieces. The stubborn Black Island Cavalry Regiment can't escape. There will be a lot of horse meat in a few days."
"Yes." Sun Desheng quickly put a large piece of cut horse meat into a sack, and then quickly got on the horse.
Afterwards, Li Yunlong led his cavalry company to the base area with a full load.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
