The mountain village is surrounded by mountains, with only a small flat land in the middle. A mountain stream flows right by the village. If spring comes, it will definitely be a very beautiful place.
The cavalry company happened to be passing by. Because the men and horses were exhausted and the weather was too cold, several of the brothers who had been injured in the pursuit could no longer support themselves. They had to come down to the villagers and ask for a few bowls of hot noodle soup for them to drink.
Although the villagers were far away in the mountains, they had heard of the name of the Qinglong Mountain Volunteer Army of the Great Wall and knew that they were dedicated to fighting the Japanese. They all generously contributed their small reserves of hay and soybeans to the cavalry company.
The horses replenished their horsepower, and a few young men aged sixteen or seventeen insisted on joining the cavalry. The cavalry also needed fresh blood, so they agreed.
Seeing that the villagers were so enthusiastic and supportive of the fight against the Japanese, the idiot man felt excited and gave a bag of flour he had carried on the back of his horse that he had snatched from the Japanese army's baggage train to a villager family.
But the idiot man didn't expect that this bag of flour with Japanese characters printed on the pocket would bring disaster to this beautiful village and the cavalry.
Less than an hour after resting, the cavalry in charge of guarding Yamaguchi rushed over and said that the Japanese were coming.
The cavalrymen retreated into the mountains with four young men who wanted to join the cavalry brigade. According to common sense, the pursuing Japanese invaders would continue their pursuit and ignore this small village with only a dozen households when they saw the horse hoof prints.
However, the Japanese were far more cunning than they thought. They found a large amount of excrement from the cavalry horses and concluded that the Chinese cavalry had stayed here. They entered the village to search and gave the sluts to the villagers before they had time to hide them.
Their bag of flour became the reason for their violence.
In the binoculars of the idiot a mile away, they not only set the entire village on fire, but also held thirty or forty villagers who had no time to escape on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, in front of the cavalry who hid in the forest.
, began to practice chopping with their knives.
With one strike, the head of the white-haired old man who served the hot noodle soup to the cavalry was split open, and bright red blood spurted out of the old man, dyeing the surrounding white snow into blood red.
The frightened cries of the villagers resounded throughout the valley, and the cruel laughter of the Japanese army made the cavalry on the mountain almost bite their back molars with hatred.
How can a bastard man see this? He let out a roar, dropped his binoculars, and rode out to find those Japanese devils who were wantonly slaughtering the villagers.
However, he was thrown to the ground by several cavalrymen and could not move at all.
The idiot who was about to scold these cowards was stunned by the words of the cavalry company leader Zhou who wore an eyepatch with only one eye and looked more like a bandit than he did.
"Brothers, are you all leaders? If you are leaders, just follow me to kill the Japanese devils."
"Kill!" All the cavalry roared and mounted their horses, drawing out their sharp sabers.
At this time, guns and cannons were not as effective as their sabers.
Because the Japanese knew that they had not gone far and that they were still there, they used this cruelty of killing villagers one by one to anger and induce the Chinese cavalry to come out to confront them.
Using guns and cannons cannot save the villagers, it can only make them die faster.
"Abandon the guns." Captain Zhou of the cavalry company was leading the cavalry out of the forest, looking at the Japanese invaders who were still hacking at the people on horseback 400 meters down the mountain, gritted his teeth and roared.
The cavalrymen took out their carbines from their saddles and threw them on the ground. At the same time, they raised the sharp sabers in their hands.
This is a hand-to-hand war letter issued by the Chinese cavalry to the Japanese invaders. According to their experience, the arrogant Japanese cavalry will accept this letter of war.
Sure enough, he saw dozens of Chinese cavalry lining up from a distance, puffing out white air and filing out of the mountains and forests. Watching them drop their lances one after another, the Japanese commander smiled proudly.
Instead of ordering his soldiers to continue hacking at the crying villagers, they began to line up on the flat ground and prepare to fight with the Chinese cavalry who were gradually preparing to sprint with the help of the mountains.
They did not draw their carbines, but also drew the sabers at their waists.
It's not that the Japanese cavalry are stupid and don't know how to use their 38-horse lances to deal with the Chinese cavalry that are gradually charging towards them, but for the Japanese cavalry who have a strong sense of superiority, since their opponents have already issued a traditional cavalry battle book, they will
They use the saber in their hands to show the power of what they call the Imperial Japanese Cavalry. Bullets may be able to kill the enemy, but they cannot show the pride of the Imperial Cavalry, nor can they smash the enemy's tenacity into pieces like the saber.
For the arrogant Japanese cavalry, they not only wanted to occupy the ancient country of China, but also to conquer it spiritually. Only by cutting off the enemy's head with a saber could the best display of the bravery of the imperial warriors.
Hence the scene that the cheap man is seeing now.
The 58 Chinese cavalrymen who had already descended the mountain began to accelerate slowly, moving towards the Japanese troops who were moving slowly and spreading out. The number of people in the front row was about the same as that of the Chinese cavalrymen lined up in two rows, but the thickness was far greater.
In a cavalry duel, the cavalry that launches the charge first can obviously gain an advantage by maximizing its speed. However, the Chinese cavalry, which is far inferior to the opponent in terms of horses and numbers, obviously cannot win because of this advantage.
In the sight of the idiot man pulling his head out of the snowdrift in pain with tears in his eyes, the people on the flat ground between the two armies fled in all directions.
Then, I saw Lao Zhou, who was at the front of the cavalry team, violently throwing his dog-skin hat on the ground, with his big bald head exposed, raising the saber in his hand, and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, kill the Japanese."
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"Kill the Japanese!" the Chinese cavalrymen threw away their hats that easily obscured their sight. At the same time, they lowered their bodies, held the knife in their right hand across their waists, clamped the horse's belly fiercely, and roared.
The roar of the 58 Chinese cavalry even shook the white snow off the branches.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and at a position 200 meters away from the Japanese cavalry, the Chinese cavalry sprinted at full speed.
The sound of "boom-boom-boom" echoed throughout the mountain col, as if the whole world was filled with the sound of horse hooves.
The Japanese major commander on the opposite side glanced contemptuously at the more than fifty Chinese cavalry who were charging towards him at full speed, and also raised his saber high.
As far as the three people could see on the mountain, the number of gray-white Chinese cavalry was far inferior to that of the khaki Japanese cavalry, but like moths rushing toward the flames without hesitation, the Chinese cavalry had no intention of slowing down.
The three tears on the big man that had been frozen by the cold wind were once again covered with new tears.
They all knew that when they left, their parents could only return to their hometowns in a dream; when they left, no one would accompany them to drink and kill enemies; when they left, the brothers would never see each other again...
But those brothers are still accelerating, accelerating.
The sound of horse hooves rumbled, the white snow was trampled, and the black soil was exposed. They wanted their blood to be poured on this land that belongs to the Chinese, so that the new generation can continue to thrive on the black soil!
The Japanese cavalry, which far outnumbered the Chinese cavalry, also began to accelerate. The distance, which was only 200 meters, actually took only six or seven seconds to cover under the charge of the two armies' horses at full speed.
Finally, the two cavalry groups, which had already increased their speed, collided with each other.
In addition to the loud howls in Chinese and Japanese and the high-pitched roar of horses, the heart-wrenching sound of sabers clashing with each other is the main theme of the battlefield.