All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 198, it's a tank, run!
A moment ago, he pursued in a hurry, drinking the blood of the enemy with a saber.

The next moment I was cowardly.

He only hated that the war horse under his crotch had lost two pairs of legs, and the whip was lashing vigorously to draw out bloodstains, forcing his comrades who fought side by side to take him to escape for their lives.

What made them change?

It's a tank, a behemoth known as a land monster... a tank!
The Japanese army, brainwashed by Bushido spirit, was brave enough to die when necessary.

But that has a premise.

That is, the enemy can be defeated.

It is they who must sacrifice their lives and must be defeated.

The tanks that suddenly appeared at this time were beyond the reach of their cavalry.

Use a saber to try whether the tank armor is strong?
Only a madman would have such an idea.

In the cavalry drills, it is particularly emphasized that cavalry cannot confront armored vehicles, and should evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible after encountering them to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Previously, on this land.

The opponents of the Japanese army did not even have many machine guns and cannons, let alone tanks and armored vehicles.

The tanks came head-on, which the Japanese cavalry had never seen before.

But today they met.

The quick reaction immediately turned the horse's head, turned around and ran away.

In this situation, whoever wants to stand still and not run away is an idiot, the kind who hates life for a long time.

The moment Ichiro Saga, the captain of the cavalry regiment, saw the tank, a thought flashed through his mind: "Bastard, I am actually ambushed!"

I have heard of ambushes among infantry, but who has heard of ambushes among cavalry?

No matter how fast the cavalry can run on four legs, even if there is an ambush, can he catch up?
Saga Ichiro felt that he was unlucky. Not only was he ambushed, but also an opponent who was completely powerless to fight against them... a tank.

How can this be called?
There is only one choice...run away!
Damn it, in order to pursue the Eighth Route Army, I led my team to pursue such a long and narrow area, which completely restricted the mobility of the cavalry, and they couldn't even run happily.

"Retreat, retreat!"

"The troops should spread out, don't gather together, it will only become the target of the machine gun!"

Some officers remained calm in the panic, and directed the cavalry to climb and flee to the relatively gentle hill on the left.

You can't do otherwise.

Thousands of hundreds of cavalry rushed into the narrow strip, and it was difficult to stop and run again.

What's more, the rear team has to change to the front team.

War horses need space to run, and when the rear team starts to run, the front team will already have tanks riding on their faces.

If you don't want to run, you have to use your body to test whether the enemy's bullets are strong enough.

Even if the horses are driven to climb the hills and run slowly, it is better than waiting for death in the back.

The Japanese army wanted to flee desperately, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army driving the T-[-] tank couldn't contain their excitement.

As soon as he showed his face, the enemy was frightened and ran away.

What could be more fulfilling than that?
The roof of the No. [-] tank was opened wide, and a Gatling machine gun was temporarily installed on it.

Chen Hao, holding the machine gun in both hands, blushed and shouted excitedly: "Quick, quick, step on the gas pedal to the bottom."

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him!"

The driver of the tank kicked the floor oil, and a thousand 250-horsepower fuel engines roared.

In the field, the tanks drove at a speed of sixty miles.

Like a tiger made of iron and steel hunting, it rushed down the mountain.

With a distance of 1000 meters, Chen Hao couldn't hold back and pulled the trigger. The six barrels rotated rapidly, and the sound was like an electric drill hitting a wall, which made people's eardrums hurt.

The large-caliber bullets spewing out from the muzzle rained down on the enemies in the distance.

At such distances, let alone accuracy.

The key is to use the dense rain of bullets to obtain the results of killing and injuring the enemy.

The density of Japanese cavalry crowded in the middle of the road was high enough that a bullet might not hit one, but might hit another.

The large-caliber bullets of Gatling's Great Compassionate Bodhisattva shred the flesh and bones of the target cavalry and horses, like a storm called a meat grinder.

A scene that could be called a bloody slaughter appeared in front of everyone.

The area swept by the Gatling bullets was instantly emptied of a large area.

There are no standing people and horses, only the ground full of minced meat that can appear in a slaughterhouse.

Those enemies who were swept away by the bullets didn't even have the right to cry out in pain. As human carriers, they were torn apart and disappeared into the world.

A magazine of [-] rounds was fired in less than half a minute, and while reloading, Chen Hao shouted: "Happy!"

There are not many opportunities to slaughter the enemy so heartily.

After all, it is no longer World War I, and no one will charge stupidly intensively. The situation of the Verdun meat grinder is rare.

"Squad leader, let's shoot. If we don't shoot, the devil will be killed by Consultant Chen!"

"That's right, squad leader, we loaded so many machine gun bullets, if we take them all back in the end, we will die of laughter."

The fighters of the other eight tanks were anxious when they saw this situation.

In order to ensure the continuous firepower of the machine guns, they would rather squeeze themselves into discomfort and load a few more boxes of ammunition.

Under deformed assembly,
Each tank was forced to load [-] rounds of machine gun ammunition, more than double the usual amount.

There are only so many people in the devil cavalry regiment, if you don't kill them, you don't have to kill them!
Seeing other tanks firing, the squad leader scolded them for not practicing martial arts and stealing people's heads, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fire, beat him like a bastard."

The machine gunner waited nervously for the order, and without hesitation after hearing it, he pulled the trigger on the targeted enemy.

There was a rattle of machine guns everywhere.

Each tank is loaded with two heavy machine guns, and the bullet storm formed by eighteen heavy machine guns is very deadly to the fleeing Japanese cavalry.

A large number of Japanese soldiers were hit and fell off their horses.

The Dongyang horse under their crotch was also rarely spared, and became the pond fish that caught fire at the city gate and caused the pond fish.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were not targeting them, but bullets don't have eyes!

The power of heavy machine gun bullets cannot be tolerated by the body, even a war horse with rough skin and thick flesh.

The bullet storm hasn't been half a minute yet.

The instructor of the tank company yelled in the communicator: "Cease fire, you are killing people and horses like this, we can't even catch a hair.

The superior is still waiting for us to capture a batch of war horses.

Everyone listened to my orders, let the tanks approach, and the machine guns fired in short bursts.

After killing the devil, we have to capture the horse! "

After a slight pause, the instructor's voice sounded again: "Consultant Chen, why don't you stop your heavy machine gun first?"

Chen Hao had fired a thousand rounds of ammunition, and dozens of cavalry were torn to pieces under Gatling's gun.

Hearing the instructor's humility, it seemed like he was going to cry if he didn't agree.

He also gave face and stopped using Gatling Bodhisattva to send devils to hell.

The war horse gallops at extreme speed in the wilderness and can reach [-] kilometers per hour.

The cross-country speed of the T-[-] tanks was almost equal, biting tightly behind, and the Japanese cavalry could not keep the distance at all.

The commander of the Eighth Route Army cavalry who had been chased by the enemy before.

Seeing the enemy being chased and fleeing, it can be regarded as a bad breath.

But is this all right?

Of course not!

At least more than 100 brothers, in the bait operation just now, were aggrieved and sacrificed.

Those who survived all gritted their teeth except rejoicing, wanting to avenge their dead brothers.

Hatred, only when you repay it yourself will you be happy.

The enemy's head shall be chopped off with his own saber.

The rear team changed the direction of the front team, and the cavalry commander raised his saber and shouted:
"Kill! Drink the blood of the enemy!"

The horses were sprinting and galloping, and the shining saber was raised high.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army showed murderous aura and charged towards the enemy.

The role is completely reversed. The original hunter becomes the prey, and the prey becomes the hunter.

Kill the devils in the front, they can't grab the tank.

Those enemy cavalry skirmishers who fled in all directions became the targets of the cavalry, and they chased them in groups of three or five to hunt.

The Japanese cavalry who avoided the avenue, the road was difficult to walk, and they couldn't run fast.

There is also a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and they can't fight hard.

It can be described as extremely unlucky.

To say it was the most unlucky, that would not be the case.

Because the ones who were really unlucky were the devil cavalry who fled along the road.

After leaving the front exit, there is a flatter wilderness, which is very suitable for cavalry to play.

At that time, the cavalry came and fled in all directions, and there were only a few tanks from the Eighth Route Army. Could they all catch up without the avatar technique?

"God will not kill me!"

Seeing hope at hand,

Saga Ichiro twitched the horsewhip vigorously, making the BMW under his crotch go faster, and faster.

Suddenly, the figure of a giant steel beast drove out from the side, blocking the front exit.

What a familiar figure!

Saga Ichiro's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted in shock: "Heaven is going to kill me!"

As one tank after another appeared in front of him, he completely lost the confidence to live.

There are tigers and wolves before the chasing soldiers, how to escape?
There is no escape!

"Boss, give up your horse and retreat from the mountains!"

The officer next to him reminded him.

The slopes of the hills on both sides are relatively high, and it is difficult for war horses to run.

And the target is too big, before it runs away, it will become the target of the enemy's machine gun.

Give up the horses and run on two legs. There are so many of them, and they may be able to slip through the net.

It is better to die than to live.

What if he could escape alive?

Saga Ichiro looked around, and shook his head helplessly: "No, you can take your people and run for your life, and tell the general what happened."

"What about you, captain?" the officer asked him.

Saga Ichiro pulled out the saber from his waist for the last time: "I am a soldier, and even more so, a samurai.

I must not die worthless, dishonoring the warrior's name. "

The officer knew that the captain of the regiment was from a samurai family, and honor was extremely important to him.

He was instantly ashamed of his proposal.

Only I am a despicable villain, a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Looking at the officer who abandoned his horse and ran towards the southwest hillside, Saga Ichiro said to the bewildered soldiers:
"Although we are destined not to fight tanks, we can choose how we die.

Did you choose to be killed by enemy bullets from behind on the way to escape?

Or come with me, like a true samurai, and fall on the way to the enemy? "

At this moment.

Some people hesitated, why is death not death? If they escape, what if they can get out alive?
The soldiers on the edge moved silently, gave up their horses, and climbed towards the hill.

There are also some people who are deeply brainwashed by the spirit of Bushido, and when they are fooled by the chief, they immediately become passionate.

They clamored loudly:
"Like a samurai, die like a samurai!"

A ten or a hundred voices gathered together and became the mainstream opinion.

Those timid and hesitant fools are like brainless mobs, coerced by mainstream opinions, thinking they think the same way, and shouting loudly.

Sun Desheng, who was in the lead, looked puzzled at the devils who had stopped in the distance: "Are these little devils scared stupid by us? What are they shouting?"

No one in the car understands Japanese, let alone answer him.

But soon he understood, and saw a rare sight.

Saga Ichiro held his saber high, and shouted in a broken voice: "Cavalry regiment, attack!"

The black and black cavalry, holding their sabers tightly in their hands, charged towards the oncoming steel behemoth.

This is a charge destined to be fruitless.

It's a charge to death.

At the rear of the Japanese Cavalry Regiment, Chen Hao and the others caught up.

It's not that the performance of the tank is inferior to that of the war horse, the key is that a group of devils were killed, and they left the Dongyang horse in the way.

If you don't want these war horses, you can run directly over them.

If you want it, you have to bear the disadvantages of being blocked.

Knowing that the other half of the tanks were blocking the way, they were not in such a hurry to chase, they just had to put enough pressure on the Japanese army.

Chen Hao was stunned as he watched the Japanese cavalry charging wildly with their sabers.

Is the little devil crazy?
Really count on cutting tanks with sabers?
It will only be a death in vain.

The tanks blocking the road on the opposite side opened fire.

The heavy machine gun that sprayed bullets, like farmers cutting wheat, harvested the cavalry rushing up one after another.

Only the horse that was still running: Well, why is the back so light, where is the servant who feeds the grass?
"Fuck!"

Chen Hao quickly retracted his body, and some of the stray bullets flying around flew over the roof of the car.

"Damn it, I almost killed me!"

If he was beaten to death by his own people instead of being beaten to death by the devils, he would die unjustly.

When Chen Hao started fighting, his eyes were red, but he didn't want to die, but he wasn't really tired.

He switched positions with the machine gunner in the tank, sat in the tank protected by heavy armor, and continued to harvest the lives of the devils with heavy machine guns.

While harvesting him, he also prayed for others:
"Amitabha, God bless, all the little devils will go to hell!"

A dozen tanks and dozens of heavy machine guns surrounded and fired. The charge of the Japanese cavalry regiment was like a joke.

Flesh and blood can't stop bullets made of steel.

In about a few minutes, the massacre against the Japanese cavalry regiment was basically declared over.

The road for several hundred meters was covered with corpses of Japanese soldiers, leaving only the still confused horses, which became the trophies of the Eighth Route Army.

The Sixth Cavalry Regiment of the Japanese Army.

This notorious unit that once caused a bloody massacre, the entire wing was wiped out.

Destined to be a battle that will go down in history.

By the way, one more thing to add is that the cavalry charged at the tank, how ridiculous!

Do they want to use sabers to test whether the armor of the tank is strong?
(End of this chapter)