At this time, he had stopped breathing when he was flying in the air, but after landing on the ground, his calves turned backwards in a weird way, revealing his thick white bones.
"Well played!"
Squad Leader Huang Banya couldn't help but cheered, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and let out a long breath.
But when I turned around and saw Huang Dayou looking like an old god, I felt that the monitor's majesty was offended, and I couldn't help but get angry.
He may have felt that he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth. You still look so calm and calm. Aren't you looking at me, the monitor, to be embarrassed?
So he stretched out his hand and gave Huang Dayou a slap on the head, cursing: "You stupid boy, you want to scare me to death, don't you? If you had shot earlier, it would have been over. I have to look at the corpses of these little devils at close range. It's really embarrassing."
So permeable."
Huang Dayou smiled naively and didn't care. Until then, when he looked at the weird-shaped corpse of the Japanese soldier Cao Chang twenty meters away, he slowly realized that what he had just hit was not a target, but a living person.
As a result, the mentality of killing dozens of people in a row and not taking it seriously suddenly collapsed. He stared at the corpse of the Japanese in a panic, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Squad... monitor, I killed someone!"
When the squad leader saw his face turned pale and his mouth was trembling like a bear, he couldn't help but feel happy. Only now did he realize that this silly boy was afraid. Wasn't his reaction a little too slow?
He stretched out his hand and gave another slap in the face: "Mom, you look like a bear, so I'll kill you. If you don't kill them, they will kill you. Don't treat these little Japanese who are in debt."
people."
As a veteran who has experienced countless battles, he certainly knows how a recruit reacts after killing someone for the first time. Although he is scolded now, he still needs to be comforted. This guy is a good soldier!
At this moment, he suddenly saw several soldiers in the distance catching up with the war horses running in the field, and began to fight for the water bottles and dry food carried by the war horses.
Most of the bullets fired by Huang Dayou before directly hit the Japanese soldiers on horseback without damaging the horses. Therefore, more than a dozen war horses ran away. Now they are gradually running back, trying to find their former owners.
Speaking of Japanese war horses, they are not native Japanese breeds. Japanese horses are short-footed horses with an average height of only 1.3 meters. They are not suitable for war horses. Therefore, Japan has introduced a large number of them from Europe, Arabia and other places since the Meiji Restoration.
Tall and powerful war horses were bred. Finally, in the 1920s, Oriental horses that were adapted to Japan's soil, soil and climate were bred.
The Oriental horse is mainly a cross between Arabian horses and Anglo-Norman war horses. The height and weight of the war horses are comparable to tall and strong European horses. The standard of war horses equipped by the Japanese cavalry has been raised to an average of 160 centimeters, which is worthy of its name.
The tall horse.
War horses serving in the Japanese army were treated higher than ordinary soldiers. During peacetime and between battles, war horses were given priority over soldiers to eat nutritious special horse food. Each cavalry regiment had several full-time veterinarians in charge.
The war horse is healthy.
Since Japanese soldiers generally cherished their mounts and took good care of them, war horses were naturally more loyal to their owners, so these war horses did not run far after their masters fell.
The squad leader is extremely angry now. Those who are in debt were chased by little Japan just now and cried for their fathers and mothers. They all ran faster than rabbits and no one came to help. Now I see that little Japan is all under my control.
He was beaten to death, and then he came to get an advantage.
At that moment, he was so anxious that he shouted: "You guys who owe me money, get out of here."
However, now that the threat of Little Japan is gone for the time being, who among these stragglers will listen to him? More people ran towards the war horses, thinking that they had fast hands and not slow hands. They had been running all night, and who was not thirsty?
Dry and empty-bellied, a few people who knew how to ride a horse even started to ride up, carefully controlling the horse's reins, and were about to ride away before they saw it.
The squad leader stomped his feet angrily and looked around quickly. Fortunately, he found that the Japanese leader Cao's mount, a big white horse with shiny coat, ran back to the corpse of the Japanese leader at some point, lowering his head and sniffing at it.
He saw a cloth bag and a marching water bottle hanging under the saddle.
He quickly kicked Huang Dayou and shouted: "Quick, go and bring that horse over."
"Hey!" Huang Dayou responded, but looking at the corpse of the Japanese soldier Cao Chang, his calves began to tremble for some reason, and he couldn't take a step forward. His stomach was churning, and he suddenly turned around and bent his knees and lowered his head.
He retched.
"Mom, what a shame, you're such a bear and you actually killed a dozen little devils. No one would believe it if you told me."
The squad leader cursed and walked over, but he had never raised a horse before. Looking at this big horse that was taller than him, he felt a little frightened, so he only dared to circle around the war horse.
In anger, he turned to Huang Dayou and shouted: "Mom, come here quickly and hold the horse, I will get the dry food for the horse."
Huang Dayou retched a few times and felt a lot better. Then he walked slowly over hesitantly and reached out to hold the horse's head. But even so, he still subconsciously did not dare to look at the corpse on the ground. Suddenly, there was a sudden sound in his nose.
Smelling the smell of blood, he lowered his head and started to vomit again.
At this time, the squad leader had already taken off the marching kettle. After shaking it, he felt that there was still more than half of the bottle of water. He felt happy and wanted to drink it happily.
"Wait!"
A voice interrupted his action of twisting the lid of the kettle, and he saw a captain, limping and panting, walking over. He snatched the kettle from the squad leader's hand, unscrewed the lid, and raised his head.
I drank a few large gulps of water, then put down the kettle still unsatisfied and took a few breaths.
The monitor looked at him drinking water and unconsciously licked his chapped lips, causing his Adam's apple to roll a few times.
Seeing him taking a breath, he smiled and wanted to take the kettle from the officer's hand. Unexpectedly, the officer gave up his hand and shouted: "What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"
"No, that...this...is us..."
The squad leader is anxious, you are going to monopolize the rhythm!
However, after many years of military career, these soldiers are naturally a little afraid of officers when they see them, and they appear to be angry but dare not speak.
The officer ignored him at all. He grabbed the reins from the stunned Huang Dayou and was about to mount the horse. However, he didn't know whether his left foot was sprained or fell. He grinned in pain and could not get on the horse.
The officer was so anxious that he managed to frighten the two leading soldiers. If he didn't mount his horse and run away, the little Japanese would catch up and he, the lame one, would definitely be dead!