"My horse!" With a loud curse, Sun Desheng rolled from the ground and immediately hid in a ditch on the roadside, while the cavalry behind him slowed down to observe the enemy situation ahead.
The moonlight was very dim, and Sun Desheng could only use the telescope to vaguely see what seemed to be a large number of figures moving about four to five hundred meters in the distance.
Then, Sun Desheng whistled, and a gray war horse broke away from the team and ran towards him.
One person and two horses, it turned out to be Sun Desheng's backup horse!
Sun Desheng let go of his big feet, ran two steps, grabbed the reins, and got on his horse: "There are Japanese ambush, a column, break up the formation and charge!" After saying this, he drew his saber from his waist.
The cavalry cannot be a branch of the army. This kind of flat road is most conducive for the cavalry to launch a charge.
Four to five hundred meters away, you’ll be there in the blink of an eye if you pick up the horse!
After a moment, a soldier appeared on the left side of Sun Desheng and formed a team with Sun Desheng.
Turning the corner of his eye, the formation is complete!
As soon as he knocked the horse's belly, Sun Desheng's horse shot out like an arrow.
"kill!"
The roars of the ten people were so heart-shaking that they even faintly overwhelmed the sound of the thundering horses' hooves.
The horse's speed became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye it was more than 200 meters away from Yamamoto's team.
Sun Desheng, who was rushing at the front, shook the reins slightly, shifted the horse's head slightly, and touched the horse's belly lightly with his heels. Then he saw the fire suddenly light up not far away.
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
Gunshots sounded like exploding beans, followed by the mournful cry of the war horse "Xilulu", but Sun Desheng remained unmoved and resolutely rushed towards the place where the gun flames emerged without hesitation.
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Kill!" Sun Desheng shouted loudly and waved the saber in his hand.
The gray war horse passed by the Japanese, and the mirror-like blade reflected a frightened face. The saber in his hand also drew a cold light under the moonlight.
"puff!"
A six-yang leader soared into the sky, and a Japanese ghost died before he even screamed.
The blood spurted out, dyeing the curved moon in the sky with a bloody haze.
After catching a Japanese enemy, the war horse slowed down.
The gunshots of "da da da" also stopped!
Pulling the reins, Sun Desheng turned the horse's head, glanced at the two corpses on the ground, and then said to his cavalry team: "Clean the battlefield quickly!"
"Company Commander Sun, aren't you going to chase the Japanese anymore?" a soldier asked.
"Let's stop chasing. There are sharpshooters in the Japanese team. They can hit war horses at four to five hundred meters. With this kind of marksmanship and the darkness, we will suffer a lot." Although Sun Desheng is competitive, he is not a reckless man. That Kurosaki shot just now The gun let him know that there was a very powerful sharpshooter in the enemy's team.
And this sharpshooter did not fire another cold shot, which made him feel lucky.
It turned out that Sun Desheng was sent to pick up the leaks, but the battle situation suddenly changed and the Japanese troops were mobilized, which oppressed his area of activity.
But since the mission had not yet been completed, he changed his tactics and began to cooperate with the guerrillas to attack the Japanese transport team.
Today, we took advantage of the darkness and cooperated with the guerrillas to destroy a puppet army stronghold.
I just didn't expect that after Desheng, I unexpectedly encountered the Yamamoto Special Forces Team.
The battlefield was quickly cleared.
The soldier handed the submachine gun of the special force to Sun Desheng. As soon as he saw the gun, he knew that he had met the real owner tonight.
The task assigned by the group leader has been completed. Although not much has been captured, the two hands should be able to do their job.
But when he saw the remaining bullets, he couldn't help but cursed, "I waited for so many days, and then I met a poor guy! What a bad luck!"
It turns out that the Yamamoto Special Forces' ammunition ration is very high, but after a fierce breakout battle, there is almost no ammunition left. There was still a little, but after the brief confrontation just now, it was basically gone!
It can be said that if Sun Desheng's reaction had been slower, he probably wouldn't have been able to capture even this small amount of ammunition.
Sun Desheng felt extremely aggrieved by this.
If he wants to hit anyone now, he can hit anyone.
It's a pity that I only have my comrades around me!
I finally met the Yamamoto Special Forces, but I didn't expect this result.
Sun Desheng sighed, shook his head, and thought to himself, if he knew this situation, it would be better not to fight this battle!
Three war horses were lost, and seven or eight more were injured. I don't know if they can be cured. Fortunately, the soldiers were only slightly injured.
After collecting the trophies, the ten cavalrymen lined up neatly.
"Salute!" Following Sun Desheng's order, the ten soldiers neatly saluted the dead horses, then they got on their horses and disappeared into the night.
Come and go like the wind, without any sloppiness, this is the true nature of the cavalry.
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The sun rose quietly, and a jeep slowly drove into Yamamoto's station, and then Yamamoto was carried out.
I was high-spirited when I went out, and I was miserable when I came back.
There were 80 people when we went out, and there were still 20 people when we came back.
A total of 60 people were left behind in the scorched earth of China.
The number of Yamamoto's special forces is small, with the veteran members being only over a hundred years old. Counting the second-line reserve and auxiliary forces, there are only more than 200 members, and the strength is less than a squadron.
But these few people occupy a regiment number and consume a regiment's military supplies.
Such luxury shows how much Shinozuka values it.
This time, all of Yamamoto's team members were veteran members. They can be said to be the flesh and blood of Yamamoto's special team. They lost 60 people at one time, plus those who were killed by Xu San and Li Si in the early stage, and those who were killed by Wei Monk. It's really a serious injury, and a year is not enough time to recover.
Yamamoto was lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to an intravenous drip, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes, blinking as if he was thinking about something.
"Report!" A voice came from outside the ward door.
"Come in!" After saying that, Yamamoto turned over and sat up.
A special operations team member pushed the door open, walked up to Yamamoto, saluted, and then handed a folder to him with both hands: "Dazuo, this is the latest battle report from Duckwood!"
Yamamoto received the battle report: "You go down first!"
"Hi! Please take care of yourself, Zuo!" The special operations team members saluted and then retreated.
Opening the battle report, Yamamoto glanced through it quickly, and then he made a gurgling sound in his throat.
Yoshino on the side knew that this was a sign before Yamamoto was angry, so he immediately stood at attention, waiting for Yamamoto's anger to come.
There was a brief silence in the ward. Yamamoto seemed to read the battle report carefully again just to confirm!
"Baga!" Yamamoto shouted loudly, and he threw the battle report to the ground!
"Dazuo! Is there something wrong with the duck dock?"
"A bunch of stupid pigs! Baga! Kurosawa, that stupid pig, even the pigs are stronger than you, Baga!" Yamamoto continued to roar, and then a touch of bright red seeped out from the newly changed bandage.
"Ozuo! Please don't be angry!" Seeing Yamamoto's wound burst, Yoshino immediately spoke out to dissuade him.
Yamamoto roared in his throat and exhaled a breath, "Look at the battle report!"
"Hi!"
Yoshino picked up the battle report from the ground, read it carefully, and then his expression suddenly changed, "This, this, how is it possible? The Eighth Route Army actually used gas bombs? Aren't they afraid of violating international conventions? Don't they always promote themselves as benevolent and righteous people? Division? Their gas bombs are..."
Yamamoto stretched out his hand to stop what Yoshino was saying: "Nothing is impossible! A spy appeared in the Imperial Army! My battle plan was leaked! I knew from the time I was ambushed at the headquarters of the New Regiment that someone betrayed us! Not only did he betray us He betrayed us and betrayed the empire!”
Yoshino lowered his head and did not dare to speak out, because this kind of thing was not something he, a soldier, could comment on.
After a while, Yamamoto's anger seemed to stop, "Yoshino-kun, it seems that someone is jealous of us!"
"Hi!"
"You are still young and you are a good soldier, like me. But neither of us is a good officer!"
"Yamamoto Daizuo is the best commander I have ever seen!"
A helpless smile appeared on Yamamoto's face, "When you sit in my position, you will know that a good officer needs more than just being able to command and fight!"
