Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 545 Tombstone
The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Sun Desheng was moving at a not-so-fast speed on his horse.

Now there is no information about the cavalry in Qingyuan Town. He didn't dare to waste the horse's strength, so he could only slowly move towards Qingyuan County, and at the same time, sent out scouts to find a suitable place for the wolves to ambush.

About Wolves Going to War
Although Sun Desheng found it unbelievable, he chose not to ask questions because of his iron-blooded soldier's character, and resolutely carried out orders when he had them.

The cavalry marched for a while, and there was a yellow war horse galloping towards Sun Desheng at a relatively fast speed. When it was close to Sun Desheng, it pulled the rein, made a U-turn on the spot, and then matched Sun Desheng at the same speed. Horse and nature.

Very nice riding!

However, this show was not praised, but Sun Desheng reprimanded him instead.

After educating his subordinates, Sun Desheng stopped talking nonsense, but went straight to the point, "Did you find a suitable place?"

"Reporting to the company commander, there is an open area about three to four kilometers ahead, which is suitable for wolves to ambush, but..." the scout replied a little at the end.

Sun Desheng raised his eyebrows, and shouted loudly, "Say! The mother-in-law is like a woman."

"Yes!" The scout straightened his military posture immediately after speaking, "One side of the ambush point is full of dirt, and the other side is a hill!"

"Let's go! Take me to see it!" Sun Desheng said, nibbling the horse's belly and speeding up the horse.

Not long after, Sun Desheng, led by the scouts, came to the ambush point that the scouts had mentioned.

It was already dark, and the half-moon illuminated the big and small soil bumps, which were endless. Sun Desheng roughly counted them, and there were more than 300 of them.

However, although there are many soil bags, there are no stone slabs.

"These are not old, and the time of burial should not be too long, maybe three to five years. This scale may be caused by the devil's massacre of the village." A soldier who understood reported to Sun Desheng.

Sun Desheng nodded and remembered it in his heart.

Without caring whose family's soil bag it was, Sun Desheng inspected the surrounding terrain and found that this lump was indeed a suitable place for an ambush.So he exhaled lightly, turned around and set up a specific battle position.

Although we don't know if the wolves can ambush in this area, the hill opposite is indeed a good place to hide the cavalry - not only the slope is just right, but also the sparseness of the bushes does not affect the cavalry's charge.

In the process, the cavalry company discovered a buried stone slab.

It's engraved!
It's just that there are a lot of names on this stone slab, densely packed, there are hundreds of them, after ignoring them, look down.

It records a battalion. In order to cover the retreat of the main force, the whole battalion fought for a day and a night.

In the end, of the 430 seven people in the battalion, only three survived.

After reading the introduction, Sun Desheng felt that his chest was congested, his eyes were still a little sore, and it seemed that something was crawling down his face.

One battalion, more than 400 people, just disappeared!

It is normal to kill people in battle, but he has heard of this kind of battalion where more than 400 people were killed. But what he saw with his own eyes today, the feeling of grief and indignation kept his heart still unable to calm down.

Order your subordinates to rebury the stone slabs, and ask the clerk to record the information on the tombstone.

Breathing out a breath of depression, Sun Desheng assembled the team, faced the cemetery, and solemnly saluted a military salute, "My next son, Sun Desheng, the commander of the cavalry company of the Independent Regiment, today, together with his subordinates, salute those who have donated to the country!"

Sure enough, more than 100 cavalrymen from the cavalry company solemnly saluted the cemetery.

The evening wind was bleak, blowing through the ends of the hair, with a kind of desolation, as if someone was telling his heroic past in his ear.

　This chapter only retains the general meaning,
　　
　
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