Chapter 294 The fierce spirit in the rainy night!

Monk Chen has now stripped off the ragged military uniform that had been picked by several bayonets, revealing a wild and fierce iron tower-like upper body, allowing the dense rainstorm to wash the wounds on his body, and his desire for battle still made his fierce eyes look at the robes that were with him fiercely and greedily. The Dutchman who was killed. It's like a beast that has just been torn and chewed up, but only half full. On the contrary, it has aroused a greedy beast.

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, Bai Shusheng, who had a bloody mouth on his left shoulder, looked around warily, and quickly poured out the shell in the revolver and loaded it skillfully. Then the other gun with all the bullets was concocted in the same way.

Although Bai Shusheng's posture of shooting with a gun left and right with a gun in his hands is obscene like an old man with a hunchback and asthma, even Liang Pengfei has to admit that this guy's talent for playing with guns is even above himself. On the way, there are no ten or eight of his two left wheels.

He took a breath and took off the heavy helmet. Liang Pengfei jumped on the sandbag position one by one, kicked off the body of a Dutch soldier half lying on his feet, and set up a pergola to block the rain and look north. At this moment, the dense raindrops have blocked most of the vision, but Liang Pengfei It was still caught in the north, where a group of soldiers of the Liang army were standing there quietly, as if they were waiting for something.

Liang Pengfei was very clear about what they were waiting for. That was his other half of his soldiers. There were only 100 guards who followed him. He sent another 100 guards to Ni Ming to go to the right wing to block the other side's cavalry in front of the position that had long been ready to stop.

You should know that in this era, the cavalry still drifted out of the battlefield at their absolute speed and would launch a deadly attack on the enemy's key points at any time. Although Liang Pengfei did not know how many cavalry there were on the other side, he had confirmed the direction of the other party's attack. In order to be cautious, in addition to burying all the remaining mines, he also transferred a hundred personal guards with revolvers to Ni Ming, hoping that they could stare at the other party's cavalry. When the other party appears, give the other party a fatal kill.

More than a hundred cavalry, once they hit the speed and start to attack, their lethality is definitely not twice or even twice that of the manpower can stop them. Therefore, Liang Pengfei has to act cautiously.

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Liang Pengfei looked back at the entangled soldiers on both sides. The shouts of the soldiers who fought together were so loud that even the thunder on that day seemed to have become much weaker. Liang Pengfei saw that Liang Shuisheng just cut down a Dutch soldier with a sword in one hand, and the other wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack. After rushing to the front two steps, Liang Shuisheng raised the revolver. After a faint firelight, the soldier staggered down in front of Liang Shuifei and was hard to cut off his head.

The dominant Dutchman found that his scene was very passive at this moment. The number of the other party was indeed not as large as theirs, but the other party's assassination technique seemed to be quite skilled, just like a force shooting with a bayonet instead of a musket all year round.

Moreover, the other party always attacks in pairs, making the Dutch superior in the overall number but always feel as if they are surrounded by the enemy on the local battlefield. What upset them more was that the other army with a sword in one hand and a musket that could fire in such stormy weather and fire continuously in the other hand was haunted on the battlefield. No one knew whether they would be the next unlucky one.

The command knife on Marbury's right hand has been changed to his left hand and protected by a group of Dutch soldiers. Just now, Marbury waved the command knife to kill an enemy with an injured right leg. Suddenly, there was a gunshot not far away. If he hadn't subconsciously turned his head. Well, the hit is not only his right hand holding the knife, but his head.

Marbury gasped, and the pain caused by the fracture of his wrist bone could not suppress the panic and tension in his heart. From the beginning of the attack to now, Marbury did not feel that his team had any advantage. Even he had a feeling of being led by the enemy and looked at his soldiers. They are struggling to fight with the enemy. From time to time, someone will be injured and fall down. In the end, his blood stains and signs of life will be washed away by the heavy rain.

"Rabben, it's up to you. I hope you can exert the power of your cavalry as you did on the European battlefield." Marbury closed his eyes and waited anxiously for the other party's retreat.

Liang Pengfei spit fiercely. Send a signal and let them start to send fireworks.

Monk Chen nodded, took out a whistle from his arms, and put it in his mouth. The sharp whistle easily passed through the whole battlefield, echoing in the ears of the signal soldier who was already waiting impatiently under the canopy.

Soon, the signal flare that ignited the fuse rushed into the air with a sharp roar. The red orange light was extremely eye-catching in the heavy rain, like a sharp arrow that only pierced the dark clouds and the sky.

"Signal, light the fire! Hurry up." After the Dutch soldiers left, the members of the task force who returned to the private house saw the red light that pierced the darkness and clenched their fists excitedly and roared.

Soon, the leads hidden in the tunnel were lit one by one, and the continuous sound of the leads was lit. The bright ignition point was rushing to the depths of the tunnel. But they quietly left the kiln and sealed the exit, and then quickly sank into the storm.

At this time, Ni Ming and all Liang Pengfei's personal soldiers, holding a sword in one hand and a left wheel in the other hand, even if the heavy rain hit him on the cheek, he could not care about it. He was paying attention to a soldier of Liang Pengfei who was lying on the ground.

The soldier closed his eyes tightly, and his ears clung to the muddy ground, as if listening to some sound. The rain is so heavy that I can't hear it clearly, but Ni Staff, the other party has at least a hundred rides, and the distance is very close. The soldier finally stood up and reported loudly to Ni Ming.

"Attention, everyone, attention, the enemy's cavalry is approaching." Ni Ming's heart tightened and whispered to the soldiers beside him, signaling for the soldiers to remind their farther comrades-in-arms that these elites selected from thousands of warriors opened their eyes and looked at the rain curtain in front of them with their keen eyes.

Although they can't see the battlefield in the distance behind them, the faint smell of blood and the tearing sound that can make people nervous are like a hormone that can turn them into excitement. They can't wait. The face under the top helmet Pang was full of excitement that he was about to hunt his prey.

Lieutenant Robben gently patted the horse's neck. Here, he could faintly see the firelight in the distance ahead through the rain curtain, and the crisp gunfire. Lieutenant Robben's eyes were full of doubts about why there were still gunfire on the battlefield. However, this doubt was only lingering in his heart, not in his face. Pang Shang showed it.

However, he did not move forward. He continued to gently comfort the horse under him, which had been watered by rain, and silently looked ahead. Beside him, the Dutch cavalry had been neatly arranged in three rows. Each rider held the reins tightly and stared at the front of the sound.

"There is no movement from the other party. It seems that it has stopped." The soldier who continued to lie on the ground and listen immediately reported the latest situation to Ni Ming.

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"They stopped?" When several soldiers next to them heard the news, they couldn't help looking at each other in some astonishment. Ni Ming wiped his face covered with rain under the helmet, so that his eyes could see the distance more clearly. His eyebrows were tightly locked, but his mind was quickly calculating why the enemy stopped at this time.

"Sircon Ni, did they find us and want to bypass our defense line?" A soldier leader came to Ni Ming's ear and raised his own questions.

"It's impossible. It's been raining so hard that lightning hasn't appeared for a long time. It's so dark that I can't see the distance 20 or 30 steps away. They will never find our location." Ni Ming's lips were already a little purple and white, and the storm was quickly taking away the heat from their bodies.

"Then why did they stop?" The head of the soldier asked again, but Ni Ming's eyes lit up, and even the rain could not block his eyes. They are waiting!"

"They must be waiting for thunder and lightning. When the thunder and lightning flash, they can see whether there is an enemy's trap ahead. They can measure how long their horses run, and they can wave the sword in their hands and cut our heads in time." The more Ni Ming said, his tone became more and more affirmative.

"Speal immediately, all the soldiers squat down to minimize the chance of being found." Although Ni Ming's order seemed a little strange, Liang Pengfei had handed over the command to Ni Ming. They were about to have doubts and did not hesitate to implement it.

The strong wind made the raindrops hurt the skin exposed outside the clothes, and the body that was taken away by the rain was also shaking. However, none of the guards made a sound and squatted meticulously, looking at the dark rain curtain.

At this time, in the sky, a thunder and lightning that had been brewing for a long time in the rolling clouds finally rushed out of the clouds, winding down the ground, and then split a tall tree into two.

With this miserable white light, Ni Ming saw the situation in front of him. At a distance of him, he was standing quietly at a distance of less than 200 steps, a group of knights who could not see their faces and clothes clearly, leaving only the outline. The raindrops hit them and rose faintly. The water mist is like the fierce spirit that will stick out its ferocious fangs at any time in the rainy night.

(to be continued)