Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 97 Cavalry company, charge!

"My horse!" With a loud curse, Sun Desheng rolled over from the ground and immediately hid in the ditch on the side of the road, while the cavalry behind him slowed down to observe the enemy's situation ahead.

The moonlight was very faint, so Sun Desheng could only use a telescope to vaguely see a large number of figures swaying at a distance of 500 meters.

Then, Sun Desheng whistled, and a gray war horse broke away from the team and ran towards him.

One person and two horses, it was Sun Desheng's backup horse that ran out!

Sun Desheng let go of his big feet, ran two steps, grabbed the reins, and got on his horse: "There are devils in an ambush, a column, spread out, and charge!" After speaking, he drew his saber from his waist.

The cavalry cannot be the arms of mother-in-law and mother-in-law. This kind of flat road is most conducive to the cavalry's charge.

500 meters, take a picture of the horse, and you will arrive in the blink of an eye!

After a while, a soldier appeared on Sun Desheng's left side and formed a team with Sun Desheng.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, the formation is complete!

Knocking the horse's belly, Sun Desheng's horse shot out like an arrow.

"kill!"

The roar of the ten people was so heart-pounding that it faintly overwhelmed the sound of the hooves of the galloping horses.

The speed of the horse was getting faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it came to a place more than 200 meters away from Yamamoto's team.

Sun Desheng, who was rushing to the front, shook the reins lightly, shifted the horse's head slightly, and at the same time touched the horse's belly with his heels, and then he saw the flames suddenly light up not far away.

"Da da da~"

"Da da da~"

"Da da da~"

There was a gunshot like popping beans, followed by the mournful cry of the war horse "Xi Lulu", 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 brushed past the devil, a frightened face was reflected on the mirror-like blade, and the saber in his hand also drew a gloomy cold light under the moonlight.

"puff!"

A head of six suns soared into the sky, and a ghost died before he could even scream.

The blood spurted out, dyeing the crooked moon in the sky with a bloody haze.

After the first ghost, the war horse slowed down.

The "da da da" gunshots also stopped!

Reining in the reins, Sun Desheng turned his horse's head, glanced at the two corpses on the ground, and then said to his cavalry squad: "Clean the battlefield quickly!"

"Company Commander Sun, are you not chasing devils?" a soldier asked.

"Stop chasing, there are sharpshooters in the devil's team, who can hit horses at 500 meters. This kind of marksmanship, plus it's dark, we are at a disadvantage." Although Sun Desheng is aggressive, he is not a reckless man. Let him know that the enemy team has a very good sharpshooter.

And this sharpshooter didn't snipe, which made him feel lucky.

It turned out that Sun Desheng was sent out to pick up leaks, but the battle situation changed suddenly, and the devil's deployment of troops oppressed his area of ​​activity.

But since the task had not been completed, he changed his tactics and began to cooperate with the guerrillas to attack the devil's transport team.

Today, even taking advantage of the darkness, they cooperated with the guerrillas to destroy a puppet army stronghold.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Yamamoto's special team unexpectedly after Desheng.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up.

The soldier handed the submachine gun of the special forces team to Sun Desheng. When he saw the gun, he knew that he had met the right owner tonight.

The task assigned by the head of the group has been completed. Although not many were seized, the two watches should be able to be exchanged.

But when he saw the remaining bullets, he couldn't help cursing, "I waited for so many days, and finally met a poor guy! What a fucking bad luck!"

It turned out that the ammunition ratio of the Yamamoto Special Forces was very high, but after a fierce battle to break out, there was almost no ammunition left. There was still a little, but after the short confrontation just now, it was basically gone!

It can be said that if Sun Desheng's reaction was slower, it is estimated that he would not even be able to seize this bit of ammunition.

In this regard, Sun Desheng felt extremely aggrieved.

If he wants to hit someone now, he can hit anyone.

It's a pity that I only have my comrades by my side!

I finally met the Yamamoto Special Forces, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

Sun Desheng sighed, shook his head, and thought, if he knew this situation, it would be better not to fight this battle!
Three horses were lost, and seven or eight horses were injured. I don't know if they can be cured. Fortunately, the soldiers were only slightly injured.

After collecting the spoils, ten cavalrymen lined up neatly.

"Salute!" Following Sun Desheng's order, the ten soldiers saluted the dead horse neatly, and then they got on the horse and disappeared into the night.

Come and go like the wind, without the slightest sloppy, this is the true nature of cavalry.
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The sun rose quietly, and a jeep slowly drove into Yamamoto's residence, and then Yamamoto was carried out.

When I went out, I was full of spirits, but when I came back, I was in a mess.

There were 80 people when we went out and 20 people when we came back.

A total of 60 people were left on the scorched earth of Huaxia.

The number of Yamamoto Special Forces is small, and the veteran members are only in their early 200s. Counting the second-line reserve and auxiliary troops, there are only more than [-], and the strength is not even a squadron.

But with such a small number of people, they occupy the number of a regiment and eat the military supplies of a regiment.

Such luxury shows how much Shinozuka attaches importance to it.

This time Yamamoto led all the old players, it can be said that they are the flesh and blood of the Yamamoto Special Forces, and 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 beaten to death by Monk Wei. It is said that the real injury is broken, and one year is not enough time to recover.

Yamamoto was lying on the hospital bed, on an IV drip, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, blinking and blinking, as if he was thinking about something again.

"Report!" A voice came from outside the ward door.

"Come in!" After saying that, Yamamoto rolled over and sat up.

A special forces member pushed the door open, walked up to Yamamoto, saluted, and then handed over a folder with both hands: "Master, this is the latest battle report from Yaziwu!"

Yamamoto took the battle report: "Go down first!"

"Hi! Commander, please take care of your health!" The special operations team member saluted and retreated.

Opening the battle report, Yamamoto quickly browsed through it, and then made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Yoshino, who was on the side, knew that this was a sign before Yamamoto was about to get angry, so he immediately stood at attention, waiting for Yamamoto's anger to come.

The ward fell into a brief silence for a while, and Yamamoto seemed to read the battle report carefully again for confirmation!
"Baga!" Yamamoto shouted loudly, and he threw the battle report to the ground!
"Boss! Is there something wrong with Yaziwu!"

"A bunch of stupid pigs! Eight Ga! Kurosawa, this stupid pig, is better than you, Eight Ga!" Yamamoto continued to growl, and then a bright red oozes from the newly changed bandage.

"General! Please don't get angry!" Seeing Yamamoto's wound burst, Yoshino immediately dissuaded him.

Yamamoto groaned and exhaled, "Look at the battle report!"

"Hi!"

Yoshino picked up the battle report from the ground, read it carefully, and then his face suddenly changed, "This, this, how is it possible? The Eighth Route Army would use gas bombs? Aren't they afraid of violating international conventions? Don't they always promote that they are the people of benevolence and righteousness? Division? Their gas bombs are."

Yamamoto reached out and stopped Yoshino from saying: "Nothing is impossible! There are spies in the Imperial Army! They leaked my battle plan! I knew from the time I was ambushed at the headquarters of the Xinyi Regiment that someone betrayed us! Not only betrayed He has betrayed us, and he has betrayed the empire!"

Yoshino lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, because this kind of thing is not something he can comment on as a soldier.

After a while, Yamamoto's anger seemed to stop, "Yoshino-kun, it seems that someone is jealous of us!"

"Hi!"

"You're young, and you're a good soldier, like me. But neither of us is a good officer!"

"Master Yamamoto 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 is not just about commanding and fighting!"

(End of this chapter)