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Tang Dao, who jumped off the horse, not only dodged his blade, but also unbelievably rolled his extremely burly body into a ball.

At the moment when he was about to be kicked by the iron kick of Fujiwara's galloping horse, it was like a big leather ball that had been kicked hard, and got into the horse's belly.

Then, Fujimoto, who hadn't fully reacted, flew out.

In the stern neighing of the horse, the whole body of the big green horse under Fujihara was short, as if it had hit a wall, and fell to the ground horizontally.

Fujiwara had no chance to install a 360-degree camera on his beloved horse, so he couldn't see what happened to his beloved horse, but the few Chinese cavalry closest to Tang Dao could see it very clearly.

After the Tang Dao with his burly body was impossibly gathered into a ball to reduce the force surface and penetrated into the horse's belly, the human body ball not only wanted to avoid the trampling of the horse, but even swung the riding rifle in his hand with one hand while he was busy.

Good guy!
It is estimated that the big eyeballs of several Chinese and Mongolian horses couldn't help 'shrinking their pupils' at that moment!

No matter how thick the horse's leg is, if it is hit by a guy like this during high-speed movement, it must not be broken on the spot!
Dongyang Dama, who had lost a horse leg, staggered on the spot and fell forward hard.

This is because the Japanese officer on horseback reacted very quickly. The moment the horse fell down, his feet left the stirrups and flew out of the horseback by inertia. Even good skills have to be crushed to death.

Being crushed to death by a heavy horse is definitely not a good experience.

Fujimoto, who was suddenly thrown seven or eight meters away, was thrown away by an out-of-control horse. It was just a warrior's instinct, and it didn't mean that he would be able to flatten the sand and drop geese like an ancient Chinese master, flying coquettishly in the air. After several consecutive turns and landed smoothly, a few wrong steps can be used to dissolve the force of the forward charge, and then turn around and look at the opponent coldly with the knife.

The real scene is that Kierai, who was hailed by the swordsman master as a hopeful to become Japan's top swordsmanship master, threw a solid, 'Boom! 'It fell to the ground with a sound and splashed dust all over the ground, not to mention rolling continuously for an unknown number of times.

If he hadn't dropped the bright saber in his hand very wisely, he might not have fallen to his death, and he would have been stabbed to death by his own knife.

But I have to say that the guy who can be valued by the elders and sent to the army for training still has two brushes. For ordinary people, just like this, if you don't get half crippled, you will have to fall back and die.

But although this one is also in a mess, covered in dust, his white face is covered with blood and blood, he looks like an unlucky kid who has just been beaten up by a gangster, but he is still extremely agile stood up.

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

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

The guy who broke the leg of his green horse with a 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 point, the battlefield is drawing to a close.

The six Japanese cavalry who rushed into the formation following the Japanese officer did not kill the cavalry formation as they did in the previous round.

One is that their speed cannot be increased to the highest speed in this space of more than 100 meters; second, they are only six people, while the Chinese cavalry has as many as a hundred people.

When a Japanese cavalryman swung a sword, there were at least two or three swords slashing towards him.

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

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

Regardless of whether it is hiding or blocking, he has avoided the first knife, the second knife and the third knife, can he avoid the fourth knife, the fifth knife and the sixth knife that followed?
The ending is obvious.

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

Even the young cavalry who was so annoyed that he had hurt the squad leader just now had merit in this round of battle. The Japanese soldier who blocked the sword lights from the five Chinese cavalry passing by him in a row was shot by him at high speed. The passing knife cut through the belly.

The razor-sharp blade directly cut through the uniform, cut the thick subcutaneous fat and cut off the cartilage. A pile of steaming internal organs scrambled out from the huge wound. The wound tried to plug back the viscera that was bubbling with heat and blood.

An extremely strange smell rippling in the air.

Not the smell of blood.

Perhaps, those who have been in a slaughterhouse can recall the smell.

That may be a scene that makes normal people have nightmares.

Soon, another Chinese cavalry rushed to end the horrific scene.

Swipe away with a knife.

The howling Japanese army fell silent.

The seemingly hard neck bone was as fragile as a straw in front of the saber, and it was broken with a single blow.

The head rolled continuously on the ground like a kicked ball, until unfortunately it was stepped on by a horseshoe.
It wasn't until this moment that blood spurted out from the neck cavity where the head had been lost, and it was two or three meters high.

The blood mist drifted in the southeast autumn wind.

From a distance, it looks like a blooming flower.

Cruel to gorgeous flower of life.

It's just that no one appreciated this, and the passing cavalry reined in to slow down one after another, turned their horses' heads and prepared to fight again.

Tens of meters away, two people who were a little disheveled when they landed were looking at each other.

Then, Tang Dao approached the Japanese officer with a large stride, holding a lance.

"My name is Fujiwara Ichi, and I am a direct descendant of the Fujiwara family in Kyoto. If you can let me go today, my Fujiwara family will definitely repay you." Fujiwara Ichi, who had recovered the knife he had dropped on the ground, looked at the man who was pressing towards him. Tang Dao, look at the more than a hundred Chinese cavalrymen who are slowing down in front of them. There is no arrogance on their faces, but they are very bachelors who report their families with not proficient Chinese.

"Is it the Fujiwara family in Kyoto, Japan? A great nobleman! I didn't expect there to be a big fish in some small shrimps." Tang Dao, who was striding over, was surprised.

"Yes, my Fujiwara family is an indispensable force in the political arena of the empire, and it has been passed down for thousands of years." When Fujiwara heard what Tang Dao said, his face was filled with excitement, and he tried his best to promote his background.

What he was most worried about didn't happen in the end. If he met someone who didn't know the goods, 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.

"I don't need your introduction. Of course, I know how influential your Fujiwara family is in Japan, including this invasion of China, and your family is behind it." Tang Dao stood [-] meters away from Fujiwara, said coldly.

"That's a matter at the national level. We are the masters. If you can let me go back or exchange prisoners of war, I will promise you on behalf of our head, Shigeru Suematsushigeru, and release [-], no, [-] Chinese prisoners of war." Fujihara As soon as he heard the strong murderous intent in Tang Dao's understatement, he hurriedly took out his chips.

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

Taking a deep breath, holding guns in both hands, he approached Fujiwara.

"Why?" Fujimoto, who was on guard with a knife in both hands, asked in surprise.

However, Tang Dao didn't give him a chance.

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

Fujiwara's sword is fast, but Tang Dao's gun is more fierce.

Japan's so-called one-sword style swordsmanship in front of a murderous man like Tang Dao, who has mastered national skills, made a total of one sword, but was blocked by the murderous Tang Dao with the body of the spear, and then the bayonet stabbed with the momentum, piercing the heart with one knife.

A fierce move to kill the enemy.

The scalps of the Chinese cavalry who drove over on horseback were numb.

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

But unexpectedly, in front of this deputy director Tang with amazing marksmanship, he didn't even make a move.

"Why?" Fujiwara Kazuki's knife fell slightly, and rose-colored blood froth came out of his mouth. He stared blankly at Tang Dao, wanting to know the answer.

The bargaining chip he gave is obviously very tempting!Isn't it okay to exchange five hundred?
Of course, Fujiwara didn't know. If he put forward other conditions, Tang Dao might be able to consider one or two. After all, taking this Japanese nobleman, he might be able to exchange for something good. If it's not good enough, he will be tied to the head of the city during the war. It is also possible to be fooled into a meat bag.

But he said that the 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 culprit of the Jinling massacre, spare those Chinese who begged 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 the beast."

Fujiwara, dead!

In this campaign, 114 people from the 28st Cavalry Squadron of the 1th Cavalry Regiment of the 98th Division died in battle.

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

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