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Chapter 162 Become famous in one battle

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    The third charge of the cavalry company has begun!  Wang Wensheng's first sword hit Chahan Buhua, a Mongolian warrior who had killed his fellow Song platoon leader for several months.

    Without any cover, he just raised the curled saber and swung it straight towards Chahan Buhua.  There were no fancy moves, no other thoughts, and he didn't even dodge the knife he handed him during the opportunity.  Completely the same style of play that belongs to the ban.

    The bandits who committed all kinds of evil were also shocked by these brave warriors who were not afraid of death. Chahan Buhua, who was as strong as an ox, lost his fighting spirit. He simply did not understand how a flesh and blood body could have such a will of steel.  When Wang Wensheng tried his best to swing the saber again with his hand that was too tired to lift it, he was shamefully frightened and ran away.  He pulled up the reins and tried to escape to one side from the gap between the two armies.

    However, Wang Wensheng¡¯s saber, which seemed to have little strength, still hit him in the back of the head.

    The remaining warriors of the cavalry company had no shouts or fear, but only one belief: cut, cut, cut!  As long as I can still fight, I will never put down the saber in my hand.

    The courage to face death can still infect people, whether they are friends or opponents.

    The besieged Yijun officers and soldiers were infected, and they were ashamed of their cowardice; the rebels were also infected, and many of them Mongolians also had the tradition of respecting warriors, whether they were friends or foes.  Chahan did not die, and their last bit of courage to fight was lost. Even though there were many of them, and even though they had many opportunities, they jointly chose to leave their backs to their companions and use their own two legs to avoid the cavalry company.  The edge also gave the cavalry company a chance to survive.

    The fourth time we gathered, there were only seven people left!

    Wang Wensheng had been stabbed five times, and his lips were pale due to excessive blood loss.  He slowly scanned the remaining comrades with his peripheral vision: Li Debiao, Guo Xiaozhu, Fatty Hu, Liu Daguo, and two soldiers whose names he could not name.  He said in a hoarse voice: "I, Wang Wensheng, would like to thank my brothers. It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to die fighting with you here!"

    Rein up your horses, form a team, and hold your sword.  Wang Wensheng shouted: "Cavalry company, prepare to attack!"

    When Wang Wensheng and his party set up their formation and prepared to make the final sacrifice, the roar of machine guns was heard in the distance.  This was a spontaneous attack on the rebels by Yijun soldiers inspired by their blood, led by some spirited officers or veterans, consciously or unconsciously.  Seeing that the lonely cavalry company was still desperate for death despite the huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves, even the already decayed Yijun was infected.  They were ashamed that so many of their troops were suppressed and beaten by the rebels, and blood was the best color to wash away shame.

    The rebels also lost their fighting spirit.  Robbery of homes and houses, fish and meat herders, this is what they are good at.  But when an enemy who is not afraid of death is in front of them, their courage has long been lost in Java.  Now, Yi Jun, who had been chased and beaten by them, became as hard as if he had taken Viagra, and they became timid.

    It¡¯s like cutting through thorns and waves, like entering a deserted place.  The rebels deliberately avoided the few warriors in the cavalry company, which further showed their prowess.

    Babu Zabu had never seen such a heroic team. He looked at the bow-legged people watching the battle and said in surprise: "Qing Yijun, I really didn't expect that the fighting spirit of this team is so fierce!"

    Qing Yi Shengmin said in a prophetic tone: "I have said before that the combat effectiveness of this cavalry cannot be underestimated."

    Babuzabu said with concern: "If Zhang Zuolin's troops are so powerful, then there is no need to fight this battle. We should return to Mongolia."

    Qing Yi Shengmin looked into the distance with his wise eyes: "To fight against us, Zhang Zuolin must first send his elite troops to take the lead, to give us a decisive blow. There is a saying in ancient Chinese art of war: 'The above is against the middle;  Use the middle ones to fight against the lower ones; the lower ones to fight against the upper ones. He used his elite to defeat our ordinary soldiers, and he took us by surprise, which made him appear powerful. Don't be afraid, encircling and annihilating this elite force is already a matter of fingertips.  He said easily: "I don't know how Zhang Zuolin felt after knowing that his entire elite cavalry army was destroyed."

    Until now, he still thought that the Guard Brigade was personally commanded by Zhang Zuolin.

    Babuzabu grinned and wanted to smile in agreement but couldn't.  Looking at the battlefield, our side had dozens of times the advantage, but was killed several times by the other side.  Although the opponent was at the end of his strength, the bandit army was killed and seriously injured no less than 200 people.  In Mongolian tradition, even if the opponent dies, he will be honored. Even if he is a bandit, he respects such a hero.

    It was getting late, and if I didn¡¯t annihilate this cavalry, I was afraid that I would not be able to take over this town, and I would have to sleep in the wild tonight. What was even more frightening was that I had no idea whether the other party had reinforcements or when the reinforcements would arrive.  So, he decided to make a final crackdown on this remnant enemy.destroy.

    There is also a way, and we should cherish each other.  As a sign of respect for his opponent, he decided to take action personally and try his best to make his opponent die with honor in a respectful manner.  He waved his horse forward and said loudly: "Generals on the opposite side, tell me your numbers!"

    Wang Wensheng knew that this was probably the last time in his life that he would attend a speech in person. He solemnly adjusted his clothes - his clothes were soaked with blood and sweat, half of his hat was cut off, and one of his buttons was cut off.  I don't know when it disappeared, but it was probably lying quietly in a corner.

    He shouted with all his strength, almost in a roar: "Guard Brigade, Cavalry Company!"

    Babu Zabu sang a hymn in the hum of his own side: "Even if you are Han people, you are also warriors among the Han people. Although you and I are our own masters, I, Babu Zabu, still admire your courage. You have fought alone until now.  , I have tried my best. As long as you are willing, I can let you leave or join my team. Don't worry, you will definitely have a better future than following Zhang Zuolin!"

    Wang Wensheng laughed loudly: "Fart! I follow the commander-in-chief. Instead of pursuing such a promising career, I will become a bandit with you? What a fucking dream!" His words made several other cavalry officers and soldiers laugh.  Wang Wensheng's stomach was injured, and his smile caused the wound to throb.  The cracked canthus and the pain in his mouth made people who didn't know the truth think he had cramps from laughing.

    Babuzabu was furious, and he said in a deep voice: "I wanted to let you live, but you dare to say something stupid. Since you are tired of living, I will help you!" He said viciously: "Horqin Grassland,  This is where your bones are buried. Don¡¯t worry, I will dig a hole myself and bury your bodies.¡±

    Wang Wensheng smiled bitterly in his heart: "I don't want to be buried by you, I want to leave on my own!" Of course, the scene still screamed fiercely: "Don't worry, even though you are bandits, if you die, I will bury you with my own hands. Young Marshal  He often told us that we must be humanitarian." This young marshal had such a great influence on him that he still remembered such a term before he died.

    Babu Zabu didn¡¯t care what he meant. He shouted loudly: ¡°Everyone, listen! Raise your sabers and annihilate all the enemies on the opposite side! Leave no one behind!¡±

    The neighing of strong horses is about to reveal the clarion call of attack. The extremely exhausted warriors of the cavalry company are absolutely unable to resist this overwhelming murderous intent.  But whether it was Wang Wensheng as the chief officer, Li Debiao, Guo Xiaozhu, Fatty Hu, Liu Daguo, or two soldiers who couldn't be named, they all faced it calmly without fear of life or death.

    After several months of political education, they know that there are many kinds of death: sacrificing one's life for righteousness and sacrificing one's life for the country is death, and being a coward means death; death is one that will go down in history, and death is one that will be remembered for thousands of years.  Those who die to suppress bandits and protect the people of Fengtian from bandits will be recorded on the monuments of history and admired by the people.

    Even if the cavalry company was completely wiped out, it did not discredit the young marshal or the new army.  Regardless of the outcome, after this battle, the cavalry company will definitely become famous!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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