Glancing slightly at the less than thirty brothers around him, almost all of whom were uninjured, the bald one-eyed old Zhou's eyes twitched fiercely, feeling heartbroken.
This group of brothers has been together since 1931. Although some died in the war and some were new members, at least thirty of them ate together, slept together, killed Japanese soldiers together, and even got stabbed together and bled together for more than four years.
brother.
Nearly 1,500 days and nights spent together! In their entire lives, maybe except for their parents, they have never had such a close relationship with anyone, even brothers and sisters.
However, in just one charge today, half of his brothers were lost. Xiong Laosan was gone, Diao Dabeard was gone, and Xiao Qingpi was also dead. Lao Zhou saw with his own eyes that he was stabbed through by the Japanese saber.
But that boy who has been with the cavalry brigade since he was seventeen and is now only twenty-one is good. Even though he had a big hole in his chest, he still grabbed the arm of the Japanese invader who had no time to let go.
Drag the little devil off his horse who cut off all his vitality with one knife.
After falling off his horse in the midst of two teams of cavalry, the only outcome was death. Xiao Qingpi avenged himself.
However, his cavalry company, Old Zhou, was gone, and so were his brothers. Old Zhou looked at the motionless gray-white figures lying on the black soil over there, with tears in his eyes.
However, he quickly suppressed his sorrow, raised the saber in his hand again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brothers, Diao Dabeard and the others have gone first, and now it is almost our turn. Tell me,
Are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid, I've already killed one to get my money back, and I'll make a profit by getting another one." A burly man urged the horse to stand side by side with Lao Zhou.
"Don't be afraid of anyone, you little devil. Boss, let's kill that son of a bitch together." Another cavalryman urged the horse forward.
"Yes, fuck you son of a bitch." However, this time the twenty-eighty-nine cavalrymen did not stay in two rows. They all urged their horses to step forward and lined up with their company commander.
This time, there is no sharp-shooting formation. We are all sharp-shooters and arrows. Brothers and sisters go to the Palace of Hell together and we are not alone.
"Brothers, walk slowly, I'm here to accompany you." Lao Zhou looked around, raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar, swung his saber forward: "Charge"
The Japanese commander probably never thought that he would suffer such heavy losses with such a superior force. Seeing that the number of the Chinese cavalry was becoming increasingly scarce, the Chinese cavalry had reorganized their ranks and sent out a charge signal. The frost on their faces was thick, and their handles were shining with cold light.
Pointing forward, he shouted loudly: "Onboard".
The Japanese troops with more than 200 people "on board" all yelled crazily, relaxed their reins, and clamped their legs together.
The "rumble" of horse hooves once again shattered the silence that lasted only a few minutes.
At this time, Zeng Shui, who was only five miles away from the mountain col, could clearly hear the thunderous sound of horse hooves coming from the other side, and his expression changed drastically.
Such a big movement would not have been possible without hundreds of horses. And the cavalry company only had 60 people and nearly a hundred horses. This only shows that the number of Japanese troops was far superior to them.
A cavalry battalion of more than 300 people supported by Deng Wen's Ministry could not defeat Na Na in such a cavalry duel! Zeng Shui never expected that the Japanese invaders would be so willing to spend a lot of money in order to ambush the Qinglong Mountain volunteers.
You know, in order to deal with the thousands of cavalrymen of Deng Wen's Cavalry Brigade hidden in Qinglong Mountain, the Kwantung Army stationed in Rehe added a cavalry regiment with four cavalry squadrons, plus two mixed brigade stationed in Rehe.
The total strength of the cavalry squadron reached nearly 2,000. This time, a quarter of the troops were sent out to ambush Deng Wen's cavalry.
And that so-called transport team was naturally a bait released by the Japanese.
I hope Diao Ye and Lao Zhou don't fight with the Japanese who have the superior force and fight their way out. As long as they can rush out, the cavalry battalion only ten miles away from here can stop these devils from stealing the chicken.
Put the rice.
Zeng Shui continued to run wildly and prayed to Mr. Diao and the others not to be stupid, and at the same time he was thinking desperately about how to bring trouble to these devils. Otherwise, he would not be able to swallow this bad breath from everyone in Deng Wenbu, including himself. In Qinglong
In the past two years, they have always been the only ones to sneak attack on the Japanese. How about the Japanese setting up a trap to sneak up on them?
The battlefield in the mountain col had already gone through several rounds of life-and-death battles. Lao Zhou and his cavalry brothers once again pierced the thick formation of Japanese cavalry and ran more than a hundred meters away, turning their horses' heads.
But this time, there were only two people who could accompany him to rush out.
One has no arms, and the other has a trembling and shining bright saber stuck in his chest. There is even a gloved hand firmly holding the handle of the saber.
Before the Japanese invaders had time to let go, Wu Dahai himself chopped it off with a knife and left it on top. However, because of this knife, one of Wu Dahai's arms was cut off by the Japanese major.
And Lao Zhou himself was not intact either. His left hand could no longer hold the reins. That was because his left hand had only a bare palm with a thumb. In order to save his companions, Lao Zhou
Zhou was in a hurry and grabbed the blade of the Japanese invader who was slashing at his companion. The Japanese invader yanked hard and the sharp blade directly cut off four of his fingers.
Now, he could no longer control the horse with his hands. He could only rely on his skillful riding skills to control the direction of the horse with his legs.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can no longer accompany you to kill the Japanese. I can only let Dahai accompany you." The cavalryman with the saber on his chest said weakly, with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.
The saber completely pierced his lungs, and every breath stimulated a large amount of blood to flow into his nose and mouth.
"I'm sorry..." The cavalryman's voice finally became too low to be heard, and he lay motionless on his horse.
"Young Ma, you idiot, don't die. Just watch me avenge you!" Lao Zhou's roar was filled with endless sorrow.
How could he not be sad?
How could the dead Ma Lao Ma know that Wu Dahai, whose arm was chopped off alive, had died long before him from excessive bleeding. In those few minutes of fighting on the battlefield, the massive blood loss had already caused his death
Life is as small as a candle. It has been his greatest limit to hold on until now.
The cavalryman who lost his arm didn't even have time to say a word. He lowered his head with a face as pale as paper and died silently. However, his hand was still holding the knife tightly, and his legs were still tightly clamped on the horse's belly.
Until the moment of his death, he was still waiting for the order to charge.
Waiting for their elder brother to say: "Brothers, come with me."
"Young Ma, Dahai, you are all good people. You go first, I will come later, and wait for me to kill one more Japanese." Muttering to himself, Lao Zhou used the remaining thumb of his left hand to
Pulling off the blindfold, his only deep eye socket, which looked extremely ferocious, actually let out a drop of tear, rolling down his cheek.
The north wind was like a knife, and my tears instantly turned to frost.
His face was full of weather.
With bloody wind and frost.
The last cavalryman of the Chinese cavalry, among the brothers who were killed on the left and right but still survived, hooked the reins with his only thumb and raised his saber high again.
The extremely hoarse voice roared again, "Brothers, come at me."
On the mountain behind him, the sound of hooves suddenly sounded like thunder.