Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 236

Chapter 236 The sword is as bright as practice

“Charge!” Fujihara pointed his saber forward.

About thirty Japanese cavalrymen who had just turned their horses to resume their formation, followed the orders of their major squadron leader, and urged their horses again, trying to increase their speed to the highest speed in the shortest time.

What greeted them was not the conventional charge of Chinese cavalry that had fired their submachine gun bullets.

Still, shoot!

They apparently forgot that the main equipment of the Chinese cavalry is not actually a submachine gun, but a mounted rifle like theirs.

The Liao-made Thirteenth Cavalry Rifle is almost similar to the Type 38 Cavalry Rifle in terms of performance, material, and length.

The distance is only a few tens of meters. For cavalry who have been marching on horseback for a long time, it can only be said that they are too stupid to miss the target.

Besides, there are at least a hundred guns.

“Bang, bang, bang!” As the gunshots rang out, the Japanese cavalry suffered another heavy mental and physical trauma. No matter how they drove their horses to dodge, more than 20 Japanese cavalrymen still fell on the accelerating road.

Gong Shaoxun was completely stunned.

It's not because Deputy Director Tang shamelessly turned him and a group of cavalry into infantry. As long as he can kill the enemy, he can use any method. He doesn't have the ridiculous pride of the Japanese about cavalry honoring cavalry.

He is a battalion commander and a soldier. As for the enemy, just kill him and that's it, no matter what the situation is.

But, he was still stunned.

It's still because Director Tang, that subtitle is really not important.

Really, as the cavalry battalion commander directly under the 67th Army Military Headquarters, what kind of hero has he not seen?

He has participated in suppressing bandits since he was a small soldier. There are many strange men and women with green beards who are active in the white mountains and black waters.

He has seen a hero running wildly on a horse, holding a shell gun and accurately hitting a copper coin hanging forty or fifty meters away. He has also seen a tough horse bandit who was chased by a cavalry squad one man and one horse and still calmly left after killing several people.

He himself is also an expert. He can hit an opponent with a lance from two hundred meters away. In a charge, without using a knife, he can fire two shots on horseback and kill two people.

But he could guarantee that if he faced Director Tang beside him, he would have almost no chance of surviving under Tang Dao.

Because this man's gun is not only fast, but also accurate, extremely accurate.

From the moment the Japanese cavalry began to gallop, his guns fired.

At every gunshot, a Japanese cavalryman was knocked off his horse.

Gong Shaoxun's intuition told him that this was the result of Tang Dao's victory.

Because ordinary cavalry generally do not shoot at smaller cavalry targets, but directly shoot at larger war horses.

Only people like Tang Dao can confidently kill the cavalry lying on the back of the horse or hiding on the side of the horse.

The Japanese Japanese cavalry were extremely fast, and it only took them five or six seconds to reach a distance of 100 meters. However, before the Japanese cavalry could reach a distance of 30 meters, Tang Dao's gun had already fired.

Five bullets, all empty.

Similarly, five Japanese cavalrymen fell off their horses.

　　With five rapid fire shots, five people were killed.

If it were not a cavalry duel, but just target practice, it would be awesome, but it would definitely not be that shocking.

But this is not the moment, this is the moment when dozens of cavalrymen rush towards them with their sabers raised high.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves is like the roar of death, reminding you every second that if you don't dodge or increase your horse speed to pick up the saber, you will be decapitated by the sharp saber at any time.

The horses on both sides are crossing each other at such high speed that the saber can easily cut off the neck bones. Even if the blade only scratches your chest and abdomen, it may cut you into two pieces. That is completely different from land combat.

But the Tang Dao was like a war machine without emotions. The Japanese army's war horses were speeding up, but he had no intention of lifting the knife. He just sat on the horse, shot, pulled the bolt, then shot again, and then pulled the bolt. Shuan, another shot, extremely cold.

That is not only cruel to the enemy, but also to oneself.

The Japanese cavalryman closest to him had already rushed to a distance of fifteen meters. The saber pointed diagonally in his hand flashed with a dazzling cold light in the hazy sunshine, making people feel chilled all over.

Obviously, the target of the Japanese cavalry was him.

Standing at the front of the queue, he held a mounted rifle in his hand and fired without stopping. The target was extremely obvious, even though his lieutenant colonel collar badge had been taken off before the battle.

The Japanese cavalryman who rushed towards Tang Dao was none other than Fujiwaraichi.

Originally, as a commander with a conspicuous target, he should have died in the concentrated fire of the Chinese cavalry.

But his six bodyguards saved him. From the first charge to the present, the six highly skilled cavalrymen who had closely guarded him perished one by one.

Now, he is the only one left.

And the six rare to precious Japanese cavalrymen behind him.

The cavalry array that was charging with a rumble now looked pitiful and helpless compared to the more than a hundred Chinese cavalry who were also speeding up and raising their sabers.

But this is not the end yet. On both sides of the hill, two teams of cavalry circled out. They did not attack the battlefield where the two sides were about to fight again, but circled behind the battlefield.

That was to prevent the Japanese cavalry from turning and escaping.

Chinese adults also don't do multiple-choice questions. They want the lives of Japanese people.

I don't want to keep any of them.

The eyes of the Japanese cavalry were desperate at that moment.

Turns out, this was a trap from the beginning.

The so-called mounted combat does not exist at all.

The strength of the Chinese cavalry was actually twice theirs. Now, he plans to annihilate them all.

Fujihara, who was rushing towards Tang Dao, no longer had any remorse or pride in his eyes, only anger remained.

There is nothing to maintain the glory of the imperial cavalry, and nothing to teach the Chinese people a painful lesson.

Even, there is no more humiliation and despair after discovering that I have been deceived.

His only thought now was to kill the Chinese, the Chinese who had no chivalry and held a lance and killed five of his colleagues in succession.

Although Fujiwaraichi didn't like his deputy squadron leader who was both overt and underhanded, it didn't mean that he could watch the imperial knight who could kill three Chinese cavalrymen with one sword being killed by a bullet worth 0.1 yen. Bullet kill.

Yes, the Japanese cavalry captain died.

During the charge, when he was still more than fifty meters away from the Chinese, he was hit in the head by a bullet.

His riding skills were superb enough. He used his huge horse body as a shield and huddled on the side of the fast-running horse. As long as he was given three seconds, he could get on the horse again and cut off anything in front of him with one strike. The enemy's head.

But he was still dead.

Fujihara, who was only about ten meters away from the fallen cavalry captain, intuitively told him who the murderer was.

Fujiwara vowed to kill Tang Dao not only to avenge his deputy squadron leader, but because his instinct told him that the Chinese cavalry gave up the honor of the cavalry and despicably used continuous-fire firearms in the battle. This person's idea.

Including the tactics of luring the enemy deep and then attacking them in groups.

　　He is good at using a spear, but not good at riding on horseback.

Typical infantry style.

He should have run out of bullets and no time to drop his gun and draw his saber.

Fujihara looked at the Tang Dao holding a rifle and staring at him ten meters away, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

As one of the most favored third-generation descendants of the Fujiwara family, he has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child and has been doing so for 18 years.

His sword is very fast, so fast that everyone who taught him the sword skills gave high praise, thinking that he has a chance to become the top sword master on the island.

He did not believe that anyone could use a lance with a bayonet to block his own knife.

Even if it is blocked, it doesn't matter. His sword can cut through all obstacles, including guns, men and horses, with one strike.

The legs were clamped together suddenly, the war horse's speed increased by 10% again, and the Tang Dao was bullied three meters away at a terrifying high speed. The sword was as bright as a sword!

The sharp blade was still at least one meter away from Tang Dao. Tang Dao seemed to be able to feel the coldness on the blade, causing small particles to appear on his skin due to the irritation.

It's just that he can't hide.

Even though it was a diagonal slash, Tang Dao knew that no matter how he avoided it, that simple slash would change until he was killed.

It couldn't be blocked either. The jujube wood **** was very hard, but it wasn't strong enough to withstand the sword coming at him with the force of the horse. With one strike, it was very likely that both the man and the gun would be cut off.

The cavalry closest to Tang Dao is still five or six meters away, so it is even more impossible to expect them to rescue him.

Therefore, Tang Dao does not hide or block.

Dismount!

Chivalry combat is not his specialty.

Then why use one's own shortcomings against the enemy's strong points?

His battlefield is on the ground.

Seeing Tang Dao take the initiative to jump off his horse, Fujiwara's glance remained ferocious.

Even if you escape the knife, under the iron hooves of the high-speed running horse, even if you are made of steel and iron, you will still die.

This is also the reason why it is said that falling off the horse in a mounted battle will almost lead to death.

But the next moment, Fujihara's eyes were like egg yolks boiling in boiling water.

Baga's, solidified.

(End of this chapter)

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