Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 237

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Tang Dao, who jumped off his horse, not only dodged his blade, but also miraculously balled up his extremely burly body.

The moment he was about to be kicked by Fujihara's iron kick, which spurred the horse to run wildly, it was like a big rubber ball that had been kicked hard, and it penetrated into the horse's belly.

Then, Fujihara flew out before he could fully react.

Amidst the shrill neighing, the big green horse under Fujiwara's seat dwarfed as if it had hit a wall and fell to the ground.

Fujihara had no chance to install a 360-degree camera on his horse and could not see what happened to his horse, but the Chinese cavalrymen closest to Tang Dao could see it very clearly.

After the Tang Dao, which rolled his burly body into a ball to reduce the force-bearing surface, penetrated into the horse's belly, the human ball not only had to avoid the horse's trampling, but even in his busy schedule, he used the riding rifle in his hand to sweep across with one hand.

Good guy!

I guess the big eyes of several Chinese Mongolian horses couldn't help but shrink their pupils at that moment!

No matter how strong the horse's legs are, if someone hits him like this while moving at high speed, they must not be broken on the spot!

The Japanese horse, which had a broken leg, staggered on the spot and fell forward violently.

This was because the Japanese officer on the horse reacted very quickly. The moment the horse fell, his feet left the stirrups and flew out of the horse with the help of inertia. Otherwise, he would have been crushed under him by a huge object weighing nearly a thousand kilograms. Even those with good skills will have to be crushed to death.

Being crushed to death by a horse weighing more than a thousand kilograms is definitely not a good experience.

Fujihara, who was suddenly thrown seven or eight meters away by the out-of-control horse, was just a warrior's instinct. It did not mean that he would be able to fly on the sand like a wild goose in the ancient Chinese masters, flying very coquettishly in the air. By turning around several times and landing smoothly, and then making a few wrong steps, you can neutralize the force of the forward thrust, and then turn around and look at the opponent coldly with the knife.

The real scene is that the second generation of your family, who was hailed by the sword master as having the potential to become Japan's top sword master, fell so hard that he said, 'Boom! ' It fell to the ground with a sound, splashing dust all over the ground, and rolled around countless times.

If he hadn't wisely dropped the shining saber in his hand, he would have been stabbed to death by his own sword instead of falling to death.

But it has to be said that a guy who can be valued by his elders and sent to the army for training still has two brushes. If it is just a fall like this for ordinary people, he will be beaten to death without being left half disabled.

But even though this guy was in a very embarrassed state, with his body covered in dust and his fair face stained with blood and flesh, and he looked like an unlucky kid who had just been beaten up by a fat gangster, he was still extremely agile. stood up.

He was unarmed, but looked fiercely at the Chinese cavalry who were surrounding him.

Of course, the focus of his gaze is still in front of him.

The guy who broke the leg of the green horse under him with one shot also stood up from the ground, letting his own cavalry roar past him, and looked coldly at the Japanese officer who was getting up from the ground.

At this time, the battlefield is nearing its end.

The six Japanese cavalrymen who followed the Japanese officer into the formation did not kill through the formation like they did in the previous round.

Firstly, their speed cannot reach the maximum speed in the space of more than 100 meters; secondly, there are only six of them, while the Chinese cavalry has as many as a hundred.

When a Japanese cavalryman swung a sword, at least two or three swords struck him.

For the proud Japanese cavalry, subconsciously they still don't want to die.

It's just that on the battlefield, those who die are often those who don't want to die.

Whether he was dodging or blocking, he dodged and blocked the first, second, and third knives. Can he dodge the fourth, fifth, and sixth knives that followed?

The outcome is obvious.

The proud Japanese cavalrymen were chopped off their horses one after another.

Even the young cavalryman who had just been extremely upset that he had injured the squad leader also achieved military exploits in this round of fighting. The Japanese soldier who continuously blocked the swords of five Chinese cavalrymen who passed by him was struck by him at high speed. The knife passed by and hit his belly.

The extremely sharp blade directly cut through the military uniform, cut through the thick subcutaneous fat and cut off the cartilage. A pile of steaming organs rushed out of the huge wound. The painful Japanese cavalry howled and dropped the saber and blocked it with his hands. The wound was trying to stuff back the organs that were sizzling with steam and blood.

An extremely strange smell rippled in the air.

It does not smell like blood.

Perhaps people who have been to a slaughterhouse can recall the smell.

That might be a scene that would give normal people nightmares.

Soon, another Chinese cavalryman rushed over and ended this gruesome scene.

　　With one swing of the knife.

The howling Japanese troops fell silent.

The seemingly hard neck bones are as fragile as straw in front of the saber, and they are broken with a single blow.

His head rolled continuously on the ground like a kicked ball, until unfortunately it was stepped on by a horse's hoof.

It was only then that blood suddenly spurted out from the neck cavity where the head had been lost, reaching a height of two to three meters.

Blood mist drifts away in the southeast autumn wind. From a distance, it looks like a blooming flower.

The cruel yet beautiful flower of life.

However, no one appreciated this. The cavalrymen who rushed past tightened their reins and slowed down, turned their horses' heads and prepared to fight again.

Tens of meters away, two shabby-looking people were looking at each other.

Then, Tang Dao approached the Japanese officer with long strides holding his lance.

"My name is Fujiwaraichi, and I am a direct descendant of the Fujiwara family in Kyoto. If you can let me go today, I, the Fujiwara family, will definitely be rewarded." Fujiwaraichi, who had retrieved the knife he had dropped on the ground, looked at the sword that was approaching him. Tang Dao looked at the hundreds of Chinese cavalrymen who were slowing down in front of them. There was no arrogance on their faces anymore, but they looked like bachelors and announced their family status in not very proficient Chinese.

"The Fujiwara family in Kyoto, Japan? A big noble! I didn't expect that there was a big fish among some small shrimps." Tang Dao strode over with a look of surprise.

“Yes, my Fujiwara family is an indispensable force in the imperial political arena, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.” When Fujiwara heard what Tang Dao said, excitement surged on his face, and he worked hard to promote his background.

What he was most worried about finally didn't happen. If he met an ignorant person, I'm afraid it would be useless for him to say that he was the son of His Majesty the Emperor.

Fortunately, the Chinese in front of me is not.

"You don't need to introduce me. Of course I know what kind of influence your Fujiwara family has in Japan. Including this invasion of China, your family's shadow is also behind it." Tang Dao stood one or five meters away from Fujiwara. Leng Ran said.

"That is a matter at the national level, and we are the masters. If you can let me go back or exchange prisoners of war, I promise you on behalf of our commander, Suematsu Shigeru, to release one hundred, no, five hundred Chinese prisoners of war." Fujiwara As soon as he heard the strong murderous intent in Tang Dao's understatement, he quickly took out his chips.

“Exchange prisoners of war?” Tang Dao's eyes were serious.

Take a deep breath, hold the gun in both hands, and approach Fujiwara.

“Why?” Fujimoto, who was holding a knife in both hands on guard, asked in shock.

It's just that Tang Dao didn't give him a chance.

Although the cavalry rifle is shorter than the lance used by the infantry, it is longer than the saber.

Fujihara's sword is very fast, but Tang Dao's spear is more fierce.

Japan's so-called one-sword-style swordsmanship is used in the face of a fierce person like Tang Dao, who is a master of national martial arts. He only uses one sword in total, and the murderous Tang Dao blocks it with the body of the gun. Then the bayonet stabs him and pierces the heart.

Kill the enemy with one fierce move.

The Chinese cavalrymen who rode over on horseback were stunned.

In the cavalry battle just now, this Japanese officer showed sharp sword skills and cut down at least four opponents who fought with him.

But I didn't expect that Deputy Director Tang, who had amazing marksmanship, wouldn't even make a single move in front of him.

"Why?" Fujihara's sword dropped slightly, rose-colored blood foam emerged from his mouth, and he stared blankly at Tang Dao, wanting to know the answer.

The chips he gave are obviously very tempting! Wouldn't it be enough to exchange it for five hundred?

Of course Fujiwaraichi didn't know. If he had put forward other conditions, Tang Dao might be able to consider it. After all, he might be able to get something good in exchange for this Japanese nobleman. If not, he would be **** in the city during the war. It's okay to be fooled by a person's meat punch bag.

But what he said about prisoners of war aroused Tang Dao's anger.

In the early days of the war, did the Japanese keep prisoners of war?

Did the Tenth Army, the main culprit of the Jinling massacre, spare the Chinese people who begged them for their lives?

not at all.

"Want to know the answer?" Tang Dao said coldly, looking at the Japanese officer whose life was counting down.

“Unfortunately, I have no obligation to answer questions for beasts.”

　Fujiharaichi, died!

In this battle, 98 people from the 1st Cavalry Squadron of the 28th Cavalry Regiment of the 114th Division, starting from Major Fujiwara and below, were all killed.

On the Chinese side, 19 people were killed and 13 were seriously injured, with no minor injuries.

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