Although Kuroshima Morita is the captain of the team.
But almost every battle he takes the lead, and this time is no exception. He rides a maroon war horse and runs at the front of the queue.
He was really afraid that Li Yunlong had escaped, and Commander Shinozuka Yoshio named this person to be killed in order to avenge his previous shame.
As long as Li Yunlong can be killed or captured, it will not only avenge Takeshima Suda and the 80 cavalry warriors, but it will also be a great achievement.
Kuroshima Morita was all excited. Li Yunlong led his troops to attack the stronghold of Nanzhuang Village outside the county town, just to show off his military exploits...
From a long distance away, Kuroshima Morita raised his telescope and looked at the battlefield. The Nanzhuang Village stronghold was filled with smoke.
Looking further ahead, we can see the corpses of Japanese infantry everywhere. Looking further ahead is the battlefield where the cavalry is fighting.
I saw the Eighth Route Cavalry cleaning the battlefield, and horses without their owners were scattered everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Kuroshima Morita knew that his first cavalry squadron was finished.
Kuroshima Morita couldn't help but burst into anger. He drew out the Emperor's sword with a sharp sound and shouted loudly: "Warriors of the Empire, let me chop off the heads of the Eighth Route Cavalry!"
The Japanese cavalry behind them responded one after another, screaming strangely, and charged towards the Eighth Route Army cavalry.
Sun Desheng had already received a signal from the lookout post on the mountain. The Japanese had arrived with 1,000 cavalry!
The injured soldiers had already been sent away by Sun Desheng, taking the fork in the road in the other direction, where they would be met by infantry.
The main force of the cavalry is preparing to lead the main force of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment towards Yelangyu.
Listening to the rumble of horse hooves, the soldiers all got on their horses and looked in the direction of the county seat.
Sun Desheng stood on horseback and looked in the direction of the county town with his binoculars. The first thing that caught his eye was a puff of dust rising into the sky.
The Japanese cavalry soon entered a range of 1 kilometer. Sun Desheng was also in the field of view of the telescope and saw the Japanese at the front using a telescope to observe here.
Sun Desheng raised his right hand, palm down, and put it under his neck to wipe his neck.
Full of provocation.
Kurojima Morita naturally saw Sun Desheng wiping his neck and couldn't help but get furious.
So crazy, this person is probably Li Yunlong.
Kuroshima Morita waved his command sword and shouted: "Haha Gu, capture Li Yunlong alive!"
"Haha..." Sun Desheng laughed wildly, spread his legs, and landed his butt firmly on the saddle.
"Withdraw!" Sun Desheng ordered.
"Ouch!"
"..."
The Eighth Route Cavalrymen whistled and shouted, urging their horses to run away.
After all, there are thousands of Japanese cavalry coming, and their cavalry strength is not enough.
Even if Sun Desheng had more than 1,000 cavalry, he would not fight a Japanese cavalry unit head-on.
The Japanese cavalry regiment has been exhausted and will soon be able to recruit troops from the mainland. However, his more than 1,000 cavalry units have been exhausted. I don't know how long it will take to regain their strength.
Kuroshima Morita saw the Eighth Route Cavalry turning around and running away through the telescope, and his face darkened.
Are you pretending to be cool and still want to run away?
Have you asked me, Colonel Kuroshima Morita?
Colonel Kuroshima had thought that this might be a conspiracy of the Eighth Route Army.
But he is not afraid at all, so what if it is the Eighth Route Army's treacherous plot?
The absolute gap in strength cannot be made up by cunning tricks or tactics.
Heidao hoped that Li Yunlong's main force would be waiting for the Heidao Cavalry Regiment in front, so that he could kill all Li Yunlong's troops.
Then he captured Li Yunlong alive, chopped off his head, and hung it on the city wall of Taiyuan.
Don’t the Chinese people like to regard the Eighth Route Army as heroes?
Then I, Kuroshima Morita, will knock your hero off the altar!
The Japanese cavalry howled and came after them.
As the horses' hooves tumbled, loess flew into the air, and thousands of Japanese cavalry surged forward, with the vague momentum of a ten thousand army.
The sabers raised by the Japanese cavalrymen reflected a fascinating cold light under the sunlight.
It is not easy for the cavalry to get rid of the cavalry's pursuit, not to mention that there are still more than 300 cavalry in the Eighth Route Army.
The Black Island Cavalry Regiment only needs to pursue in the direction of the dust, and that's right.
This is where Kuroshima Morita’s confidence lies.
Even if they chase him to the end of the world, he will kill Li Yunlong!
The two sides started a pursuit battle.
The three company commanders, Sun Desheng, Li Haiqiang and Huang Zhiyong, were running almost at the back of the team.
When he saw the large amount of dust rising from behind, he knew that the Black Island Cavalry Regiment was chasing them.
"It's a pity, they are all good horses." Huang Zhiyong said loudly, "It would be great if I could take them away."
After killing the first squadron of the Black Island Regiment Cavalry, the rifles, sabers and bullets of the Japanese cavalry were captured, but the military horses could not be taken away.
After all, each person can only ride one horse, and with so many military horses, there is no way to escape from the Black Island Cavalry Regiment.
"Yes, there are almost 200 horses." Li Haiqiang also looked regretful, "It's enough for our Eighth Route Army to expand two cavalry companies!"
After laughing, Sun Desheng said: "Brothers, don't worry, in a few hours at most, these soldiers and horses will have the last name eight!"
Huang Zhiyong's expression changed: "Company Commander Sun, what do you say?"
"To tell you the truth." Sun Desheng said proudly while riding his horse, "In this battle, our new regiment will not only eat the Black Island Cavalry Regiment, but also take over the county seat!"
Huang Zhiyong and Li Haiqiang gasped at the same time, their eyes and expressions were shocked. Captain Li really had a big appetite.
Sun Desheng glanced back and saw the Japanese's leading cavalry appearing in his field of vision, only about 600 meters away from them.
The Japanese cavalry chased and fired with rifles.
However, the effective range of the Type 44 rifle is only 500 meters.
What's more, both sides are still moving at high speed. Hitting someone at this distance is no different than winning a 5 million lottery ticket.
The Eighth Route Cavalry approaching No. 300 soon rumbled through Jianshan Tsui where Li Yunlong asked the third battalion commander to lead his troops to set up an ambush.
The mountain front of Tsim Shan Tsui is convex, and the road passes under the mountain. The terrain looks very dangerous.
Adjutant Suzuki Tsuneo looked at the terrain of Tsim Shan Tsui and yelled at Kuroshima Morita at the top of his lungs: "Captain, the front is Tsim Shan Tsui, there may be an Eighth Route Army ambush!"
He had to speak louder, and any quieter voice would be drowned out by the rumble of horse hooves.
Kuroshima Morita raised his right hand high, then clenched it into a fist, signaling to the Japanese cavalry behind to stop advancing.
The Japanese cavalry began to slow down one after another, and they did not stop until they had run several hundred meters forward.
Kuroshima Morita said: "Suzuki-kun, do you think the Eighth Route Cavalry will set up an ambush in Tsim Shan Tsui?"
"Your Excellency, Captain," Suzuki Tsuneo said, "The terrain here is very dangerous. If the Eighth Route Army sets up an ambush here, our Black Island Cavalry Regiment may suffer heavy losses."
Kuroshima Morita used a telescope to observe the terrain ahead. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen scout cavalry came out of the queue and galloped towards Jianshan Tsui.
"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.
