Rise From Eight Hundred

"Charge!" Fujihara pointed his saber forward.

The approximately 30 Japanese cavalrymen who had just turned their horses around to resume their formation, followed the orders of their major squadron leader and urged their horses again, trying to maximize their speed in the shortest time.

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

Still, shoot!

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

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

However, at a distance of tens of meters, for the cavalry who has been marching on horseback for a long time, it can only be said that they are too stupid to miss.

Besides, there are at least a hundred guns.

"Bang, bang, bang!" As the gunfire rang out, the Japanese cavalry suffered another double heavy mental and physical trauma, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. No matter how hard they drove their horses to dodge, more than 20 Japanese cavalry 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 Japanese pride of 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.

However, he was still stunned.

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

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

Since he was a soldier, he has participated in suppressing bandits. There are many strange people and strange people among those green-bearded men 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 is also a master himself. 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 gun is not only fast, but also accurate, extremely accurate.

As soon as the Japanese cavalry began to gallop, his gun fired.

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

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

This is 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 cavalry lying on the back of a 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 missed.

Five bullets, all empty.

Likewise, five Japanese cavalrymen fell from their horses.

Five shots were fired smoothly, killing five people.

If it wasn't a cavalry duel, but just target practice, it would be awesome, but it definitely wouldn't 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 rumble 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 a land battle.

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.

He was at the front of the queue, holding a mounted rifle in his hand, firing without stopping, with an extremely obvious target, 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 an obvious 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 closely guarded him died one by one.

Now, he is the only one left.

As well as the rare to precious six Japanese cavalry behind him.

The cavalry array that was originally 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.

On both sides of the hill, two teams of cavalry circled out. They did not fight towards 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 Japanese’s lives.

I don’t want to keep any of them.

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

It turns out that this was a trap from the beginning.

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

The Chinese cavalry had twice as many troops as them. Now, they were planning to annihilate them.

As Fujimoto rushed towards the Tang Dao, he no longer had any self-blame or pride in his eyes, only anger.

There was no need to maintain the glory of the imperial cavalry, nor to teach the Chinese a painful lesson.

Even, there was no shame and despair after he found out that he had been fooled.

His only thought now was to kill that Chinese, the Chinese who had no knightly integrity, holding a lance and killing five of his colleagues in a row.

Although Fujimoto did not like his hypocritical deputy squadron leader, it did not mean that he could watch the imperial knight who could kill three Chinese cavalrymen with a sword being killed by a bullet worth less than 0.1 yen.

Yes, the Japanese cavalry captain was dead.

During the charge, when he was more than 50 meters away from the Chinese, he was hit in the head by a bullet.

His riding skills were superb enough. He used the huge horse body as a shield and curled up on the side of the high-speed galloping warhorse. As long as he was given three seconds, he could climb back on the horse's back and cut off the head of any enemy in front of him with one knife.

But he still died.

Fujimotoharaichi, who was only ten meters away from the cavalry captain who fell to the ground, had an intuition that told him who the murderer was.

Fujimotoharaichi vowed to kill Tang Dao, not only to avenge his deputy squadron leader, but his instinct told him that the Chinese cavalry gave up the honor of cavalry and used continuous-fire firearms in the battle in a despicable way. It was probably this person's idea.

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

He was good at using guns, but not good at riding and fighting on horseback.

Typical infantry style.

He should have no bullets, and no time to drop his gun and draw his saber.

Fujimotoharaichi looked at Tang Dao, who was ten meters away, holding a rifle and staring at him, and his eyes flashed with ferocity.

As one of the most promising three-generation direct descendants of the Fujiwara family, he has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, and it has been 18 years now.

His sword is very fast, so fast that everyone who teaches him swordsmanship gives him extremely high praise, and believes that he has the opportunity to become the top swordsman master on the island.

He doesn't believe that anyone can block his sword with a lance with a bayonet.

Even if it is blocked, so what? His sword can cut off all obstacles, including lances, people and horses, with one sword.

With a sudden clamp of his legs, the speed of the warhorse increased by another 10%, and it rushed into Tang Dao at a terrifying speed three meters away, and the sword light was like a training!

The sharp blade was at least one meter away from Tang Dao, and Tang Dao seemed to feel the chill on the blade, which stimulated his skin to have small particles.

But he couldn't dodge.

Although the sword was slashed diagonally, Tang Dao knew that no matter how he dodged, the simple sword would change until he was chopped to death.

It can't be blocked. The jujube wood buttstock is very hard, but it is not enough to face the sword slashed by the power of the warhorse. One sword may cut the man and the gun in half.

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

So Tang Dao does not dodge or block.

Get off the horse!

Cavalry is not his strong point.

Why should he use his weakness to fight the enemy's strength?

His battlefield is on the ground.

Seeing Tang Dao jump off the horse on his own initiative, Fujihara Ichi's eyes remain fierce.

Even if he dodges the sword, under the iron hoof of the high-speed running warhorse, even if he is made of steel, he will die.

This is why it is said that falling off the horse in a cavalry battle is almost certain to die.

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

Damn, it solidified.