Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

The battle flag is half rolled!

The saber is broken!

Lone horse whine!

A strong man goes into trouble!

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As soon as the war horse was mentioned, He Jian bent down to avoid the saber hacked by the devil, and then the saber in his hand suddenly swung out, and landed on the opponent's neck like thunder. In an instant, two bloody arrows shot out, splashing his head and face. .

With a calm expression on his face, He Jian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, then raised his hand to look at the two sabers with gaps on the blades, and then threw them out with his handsome hand.The saber cut across a distance of seven or eight meters, and then penetrated the devil's chest, causing him to roll off the horse.

Throwing away the saber, He Jian drew back the long knife made of blood-red metal. It trembled in his hand, and there was a soft buzzing sound immediately.

This saber has been with him for ten years. Ever since he had this saber, He Jian has become even more powerful, and has gradually gained the nickname of "He Yan Wang". He is well-known in western Liaoning and almost everyone knows it.

Of course, he is also very righteous. Although there are more than 100 people under his command, he never bullies the common people, but specializes in robbing officials, businessmen and gentry, so he has a good reputation among the local common people.

With the blood-red long knife in hand, He Jian's whole person seemed to have changed a little, it seemed much colder.He rode his horse and rushed into the crowd of devils. Wherever the sword passed, the heads of the devils fell to the ground one after another, and the corpses fell off the horse.

The two sides were fighting fiercely on the open ground, the clanging sound of sabers clashing, and the popping sound of piercing into the body continued to be heard.

Although the combat strength is quite strong, but in terms of numbers, He Jian's cavalry brigade is at a disadvantage, so the losses of both sides are similar, and each has a lot of casualties.

With a bang, the sabers of several devils were blocked, Zhu Lintima, the column leader of the third column, rushed out of the crowd of devils, followed closely behind him by more than a dozen cavalrymen, forming a closely coordinated group, invincible all the way, The devil's team was cut open abruptly.

The horse rushed out of the crowd of devils, and then sprinted forward for another distance. Zhu Lin reined in the horse, turned around, and panted heavily.

The horse's body under the crotch was as if washed with water, and the sweat was dripping downwards. You could hear its heavy breathing while sitting on the horse, and it seemed that it was exhausted.

At this time, He Jian and others led the other cavalry to rush out of the devil's crowd, gathered together, and confronted the devil on the opposite side at a distance.

He Jian looked left and right, and saw that there were only 180 people left in his three columns of 140 people, and more than 30 cavalrymen were sacrificed, and the devils on the opposite side didn't get any bargain. In addition, the cavalry brigade at the beginning lost Number one hundred and ten.

He leaned down and patted the horse's forehead, and He Jian said in a low voice, "Thank you, old man." The horse snorted suddenly, and pawed its hooves on the ground twice.

Straightening up, He Jian shouted loudly, "Brothers, do you still remember the battle song written by the commander of the Luo army to the first cavalry brigade?"

"Remember!" Everyone shouted in unison.

"The horse rides the black water, the sword shines over the white mountain,—" He Jian's hoarse voice resounded between heaven and earth, it sounded a little low, but it exuded a strong penetrating power.

The soldiers sang in unison.

Riding horses in the black water, swords shining in the white mountains, iron-blooded cavalry fighting the enemy stubbornly.

Across the mountains and rivers, proud of the wind and clouds, return the corpse wrapped in horse leather without regret.

Japanese pirate blood, hungry for food.

Dongyang hate, today also.

In the future, he will raise a million divisions and chop Mount Fuji with a leaping sword.

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The rolling sounds gathered together, like thunder, like mountains moving, like tsunami, although there are only more than 100 people, but the momentum seems to be like a thousand troops.

"Cavalry brigade, charge!" He Jian's long knife swung in the air, and then slashed down in front of him.

"Japanese slave blood, hunger for food!" With a clang, the sabers were held high, and the cavalry in the third column led by Zhu Hua who were still able to fight urged their horses, brandishing their sabers, and charged.

"Dongyang hate, return it today." The second column, led by the column captain Li Xiao, rushed towards the Ampere Thirteenth Cavalry Regiment with a howl.

"In the future, we will raise a million divisions, leaping with swords and chopping Mount Fuji." The cavalry of the first column headed by He Jian roared and launched a charge, and swept towards the Japanese cavalry on the opposite side like a hurricane.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The murderous aura of the three teams soared into the sky, the surrounding mountains trembled, and the birds in the forest had long since fled without a trace, never daring to stay in this Shura killing field again.

Watching the Chinese cavalry sweeping towards them with astonishing momentum, Ampei Shisan couldn't help sighing, "This is a nation that should not be underestimated. It might be a mistake to provoke them."

But without the slightest hesitation, he also waved the saber in his hand, leading the soldiers and urging the horses to rush out. As a cavalryman, he could die on the battlefield, but he must not be cowardly.

The ground trembled under the trampling of the horse's hooves, and the gravel and soil were trampled and splashed in all directions. The war horse skimmed over the low grass and rushed forward like an arrow.

The two cavalry teams collided violently, bursting out bright langurs in an instant.

"Kill the devil!" A cavalryman's saber was knocked flying, he yelled, jumped up from his horse, rushed at the devil soldier on the opposite side, knocked him off the horse, the two hugged each other, and fought on the ground with.

"The Yamato nation is undefeated." A Japanese cavalryman with one arm cut off screamed, and the saber in his hand also pierced the chest of the Chinese cavalryman.

The fighting between the two sides fell into a fierce battle, the horses circled and entangled, constantly chopping, stabbing and slashing, fighting with all their strength.

At this time, there is only one thought in my mind, and that is to kill the opponent.

There were fallen cavalry corpses everywhere on the ground, and some of them were still alive and trampled by horseshoes, groaning in pain.

He Jian went crazy, his clothes were soaked in blood, some belonged to him, but most belonged to devils, none of them were his opponents, he knocked him to the ground in almost one round.

Even his horse's eyes were red, and it roared and opened its mouth to bite the ear of the devil's cavalry horse, and tore it hard, biting off a large piece of its ear.

Tsk, a saber pierced He Jian's back from behind. The severe pain made his body tremble, and he almost fell off the horse, but he gritted his teeth and stiffened his body.

Before he could turn around, the war horse under his crotch neighed wildly, and his left hind hoof suddenly lifted, kicking fiercely on the front heart of the devil cavalryman, kicking him flying, and falling heavily to the ground.

He Jian turned his head and glanced at the devil cavalry soldier whose chest had collapsed on the ground and obviously couldn't survive, but he still laughed, "Hey, our old man can stand up to a cavalry soldier."

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