Chapter 238 Leave a Gengchen

The seemingly dense gunfire is actually not dense. The horse on the horse's back whip constantly rushes forward. After rushing through the hell of iron and fire, there is an open area in front of him. Compared with the previous hell, although bullets are fired from all sides from time to time, it is still as calm as heaven. .

The flat unploughed arable land, no matter how you look at it, seems to have no threat, and more and more cavalry are crossing the fire blockade line.

"Brothers, kill!"

The sound of shouting echoed in the night sky, and the sound of the horse's hoofs boiled again. At this time, Ma Guoliang, who was riding on the horse, seemed to see the moment when he pounded the yellow dragon. He saw the scene that the eldest brother said, "If you smash the hard walnut, you can gnaw the incense". In the sound of the horse's hoof, he seemed to have an illusion, which shrank like a turtle. The rebel army at the beginning will soon flee around under his saber. Like the old man and uncle, he will ride a horse and chase the Xiang army for dozens of miles. All the trees along the way are full of corpses. Thousands of prisoners were cut open and dragged their intestines to run behind the horse.

How long does a person have an intestine and how many laps can he run? Maybe they should make a bet when they win, which is longer than anyone else. This is a test of the rider's skills!

When this illusion appeared, the horse that had been galloping on the flat ground ran into a slope. The next moment, with the sudden hissing of the horse, Ma Guoliang realized the trouble. When he wanted to strangle the horse, the tame horse suddenly became irritated and roared and ran left and right. It was not until Ma Guoliang saw it. In front of us is no longer a flat field, but... a ditch.

Perhaps this is barely a trench, which is only more than one meter deep but has a six or seven meters wide trench. This trench is actually made of a ditches and canals made of trenches. Unlike any trenches, this trench is full of bamboo poles inserted into the ground. The end of the mud-coated bamboo pole is sharpened and inserted diagonally into the ground. .

At night, the mud-coated bamboo poles are not conspicuous and will even be ignored, and the "bamboo forest" is sloping. The first row is only one foot high, and then each row grows at a height of a few inches, until the pair inserted directly on the edge of the ditch reaches about two meters long bamboo poles, and the bamboo poles are also sharpened.

A few minutes ago, there was still silence here, but now, it is boiling here, and the outer side has been dug into a gentle slope. Those war horses who desperately broke through the outer defense almost rushed straight into this trench in the night. The low pointed bamboo can't stop the horse's footsteps, but they can stab the horse. This It only made the horse, which was originally fierce, become more dry. The horse howled and jumped forward, and finally fell heavily on the pointed bamboo. The bamboo tip pierced the horse's body and stabbed the cavalry.

The flat ground became a slope, and there was no police. The speed of the horse's rushing slope naturally accelerated. For a while, although the slope was full of the tragic sound of the horses, the subsequent horses rushed into the trench because the cavalry could not be strang for a while, and were pierced by bamboo poles from low to high. At the other end, the machine gunnersked the machine gun, shot in an orderly manner, and was strictly The machine gun, which controls the rate of fire, keeps waving bullets and shooting the subsequent cavalry.

The bullet line of the shrex in the night sky is shooting from both sides to the front of the trench. This is a lightly designed trap, a trap that makes the cavalry unable to advance and retreat.

Entering, the trench in front blocked their retreat with bamboo guns. The deer rock in the rear was desperately pushed away and blown up by the trailing team, but it was blocked by bullets. The Qing army stepped into this open area that could not be retreated. There was no cover at all, and the hot bullets turned from all around. They shot and harvested their surnames at will.

The artillery fired air-explosive shells, almost blowing up those enemies who could not hide in the open areas that had been marked as rulers. The bombardment of the 82mm mortar shell did not stop for a moment. The soldiers in the front-line bunker used their rifles and heavy machine guns to wipe out the enemies who were not killed by shells.

The fierce battle only lasted for more than ten minutes. In the moonlight, except for the sadness of the war horses and the roar of the wounded, it seemed that the other voices disappeared in an instant.

In the moonlight, when the sound of guns stopped, the swordsman riding on the horse with a big knife appeared in this open area without cheering or shouting. They rode on the horse, relying on the moon, when they saw the wounded struggling on the ground, they would fly by. The moment the big knife in their hands passed through the wounded's neck, their bodies They separated, and the blood splashed out.

At this moment of the battlefield, there is no more gunfire, but only the most primitive scene. The swordsmen in the customs use their most skilled methods to solve these enemies and tie the big knives with red ropes, which will be more useful than foreign guns. What's more, compared with guns, the most skilled guys of the swordsmen are made by the blacksmiths. A big knife of about eight catties and four taels.

Ma Guoliang, whose body was pierced with several blood holes in the bamboo gun, watched a swordsman coming towards him. He wanted to lift the Hezhou knife in his hand. When the war horse fell, his arm was pierced by a bamboo gun. It was not until the war horse fell that he realized that the history of the bamboo gun forest, this... This is the black-headed bamboo gun forest. His memory seems to go back to the scene he saw when he was a teenager.

In front of a team of old people with rags and desperate old people with bamboo guns and black cloth in their heads, and in the rear is a group of women holding babies. The same desperate group of people are more than a hundred feet away between the old people and the women. After they kill the old people who are still trembling with gunners, when the cavalry shouts to those When the woman rushed over, didn't it in front of them these muddy bamboo shooters buried in the ditch?

Grandpa and grandma were killed, which made the children kneel behind and cry loudly. Looking at their relatives, they were finally swept away by the war horse. Behind the bamboo gun array, there were thousands of "black-headed brave" with red spear guns, who rushed from the dense phalanxes.

Aren't these swordsmen the black-heads who shouted "begging for life, blackheads begging for life" who rushed from all over with big knives and spears?

Finally, the swordsman walked to Ma Guoliang. In the moonlight, the Qinglong Daoyi, who was different from the Hezhou knife, was still dripping blood. The swordsman didn't have many words, but just said something.

"Retribution!"

The next moment, Ma Guoliang only saw the silhouette of the knife falling. At the moment when the knife fell, he seemed to see what the man said again.

"..."

But before that sentence came out, Ma Guoliang felt a chill in his neck, and he suddenly went to two places.

The screams of dealing with prisoners of war resounded in the silver moonlight. Although this sound was harsh, the soldiers in the bunker quietly loaded bullets for the rifle and waited for the enemy's next round of attack. They turned a blind eye to everything behind them. After all, for them, when there was no further order. The only thing they have to do is to nail it to their own position like a nail.

"Kill all!"

With a roar, there was a scream from the fort of a battalion of soldiers. The cavalry, who were not allowed to escape, were tied with their hands behind their backs. The soldiers who pressed behind the ground raised their knives and fell down without blinking, and hundreds of people suddenly landed.

The left and right hands grabbed two bloody heads, tied the braids of the two, and put them directly on the horse. Li Shijie rode towards the middle camp fort. The sentry on the fort forturban immediately opened the gate when he saw that it was the leader of the forward camp. The head hanging on the waist of the horse only tightened the sentry's heart.

"Lu Shuai, I cut off all the defeated troops! This is their head!"

When the voice fell, Lu Hongtao saw two bloody heads thrown in front of the case. With a kerosene lamp, Lu Hongtao shouted in shock. The head turned out to be Ma Tingfu and Ma Tingyou.

"You...you..."

staring at Li Shijie, Lu Hongtao couldn't speak.

"Lu Shuai, if you have this name, it depends on whether Lu Shuai is willing to be a Han man!"

With a bow, Li Shijie pressed his voice and asked in a low voice.

"It's hard! Nanxun, you...you are forcing me..."

Staring at the two heads in front of the case, Lu Hongtao sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Lu Shuai, this has happened. I'm afraid we can't help but rebel. Ma Anliang has lost tens of thousands of people. Now the whole army is panicked. Only by taking advantage of the chaos to reverse, there can be a way to live, otherwise..."

Looking at Li Shijie, Cao Dajun admired this man's boldness in his heart. He actually killed Ma Anliang's two sons with the help of the defeated army, and said in a low voice.

"At this time, Lu Shuai has no way out!"

It's life and death. It's all a difference of thought! Staring at the head of the bloody man in front of the case, Lu Hongtao waved his hand.

"That's all! Whoever makes you and I are all Han people! Let the battalions lead the affairs of the big account!"

"Lu Shuai, there is no need for discussion. As long as you give an order from the adult, the 32nd Battalion of the right-wing army will be obedient!"

Li Shijie hugged his fist and said that everyone was angry with that group of bastards, and everyone was full of anger in their stomachs. Everyone has a plan for a long time, or Ma Anliang wins, just put up with it first. If he loses, he will turn against him!

"You..."

"Please, Lu Shuai, don't blame me for doing loyal and righteous things!"

When Li Shijie came out of the account with his fist, Cao Dajun just smiled and bowed Lu Hongtao with his fist.

"Congratulations to Lu Shuai!"

"What a joy!"

Lu Hongtao, who was originally expressionless, squeezed out a smile, and there was no previous embarrassment on his face, and even flashed a little pride between his eyebrows.

"If everything is done, Lu Shuai will be the first meritorious minister in the restoration of the northwest. When the world is in the world, he will be able to enter the government, get the joy of governance, and win the call of the people. Lu Shuai, there is a comparison..."

"Master Cao!"

He lengthened his voice, but Lu Hongtao narrowed his eyes. From the beginning, when Li Shijie joined forces in the army, he got the news, but he just pretended not to see it, and even acquiesced in it. He waited for this opportunity. The Gan army was far less than the Beiyang army, and Yuan Shikai surrendered. He would not be a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty. He was not a flag man. Come here with the death of loyalty.

But he can rebel... He really doesn't have the courage, so he is waiting for others to do it.

"It's hard... it's hard! It's a great disaster... He's the first achievement!"

"Lu Shuai, there is no reason not to die in a war, difficult, great hardship, if..."

Before Cao Dajun finished speaking, Lu Hongtao waved his hand to interrupt his words.

"Cao Dajun, look at his creation! If it's done, let's leave a Gengchen for the country!"

(to be continued)