Chapter 425 We are fearless!
In Tenger's sight, those people in black were getting closer and closer. He seemed to be able to feel the lightness of the sharp blade of the machete cutting through his throat and the crispness of cutting off his head. After a long time in the battlefield, he suddenly felt that a sense of uneasiness came to his mind after wandering on the edge of life and death countless times. His eyes subconsciously moved down and looked at the ground. When he saw the trench that was more than ten steps in front of the horse, he couldn't help shrinking his pupil.
However, he could no longer do any other movements. He could only urge the love horse on his body to move a little faster, and then his whole body shrank. The war horse under him was like the flying fish jumping out of the water, with four hooves rising into the air against the wind and snow, like a Pegasus about to step on the clouds.
In mid-air, Tengger strives to coordinate every movement of his body with his beloved horse, so that it can jump higher and farther, and the trend can't resist the heavy attraction of weight. It's just that in a short moment, a leap has crossed the top and crossed the first path. The gully, but at this time, Tenger's face lost its color in an instant, because in mid-air, he finally saw that there was a trench, which was just less than three steps away from the first one. Although the deep ditch had made the wind and snow a layer of camouflage, it seemed to be inserted randomly. The sharpened wooden stakes in the trench were like the earth cracking a ferocious mouth full of terrible tusks, making Tenger almost desperate.
He was as pale as paper, roared loudly, straightened up his body, and rushed forward hard. At this moment, the war horse finally fell and smashed into the second ditch. The wooden stakes that diagonally pierced the sky easily pierced the horse's abdomen and pierced the horse's legs. The sad sound of the war horse was bearable. Throat, the Mongolian cavalry who jumped back again suffered the same bad luck.
With the last stand-up, Tengger held his head high and could surpass the second trench. After falling into the second trench, he was brought forward by the huge habitual surname for more than ten times before stopping. Tengger's body, as strong as a bull, seemed to have been trampled by countless beasts at this moment. After that, it hurt everywhere, and he couldn't help moaning. Even if he struggled to sit up, it seemed so difficult at this moment. I didn't know how many bones were broken. However, he still held it and stood up with the machete in his hand, which he didn't know when the tip of the knife was broken. Come on, after doing these movements, soybean-sized sweat drops have appeared on his forehead, soaking his eyelids.
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He narrowed his eyes, looked back helplessly. He saw his eagles that had originally soared in the sky. The warriors of the Majetron grassland could only howl unwillingly and desperately and smash into the insidious trench fiercely.
Tenger wiped the blood overflowing from his lips, turned his head, and looked at the people in black who were still half hidden under the ground like a group of ground less than a hundred steps away. His eyes flashed with extremely resentful hatred, like the dying lone wolf on the grassland, trying to devour the hunter's eyes.
At such a speed, there is no way to stop the figure at all. I can only jump forward with my habitual surname. In just a few blinks, the second trench is filled with those originally fresh horses and human bodies. The cavalry in the rear can only grit their teeth and let themselves After jumping over the first trench, they let their savage iron hooves trample on those comrades-in-arms and robes, crush their bones, and trample on their heads...
"Kill them and slaughter all the Han people we have seen! Let them bury our warriors!" Tenger tried his best to move forward, and the machete with the broken tip pointed straight ahead. His roar was wrapped in wind and snow and swung in the wilderness.
At this time, there was a sound as crisp as a popping bean. Tengger felt that his chest was hot. He lowered his head in some astonishment and looked at the cotton armor on his body. He saw a hole in the cotton armor that turned up the inner white cotton and armor, which was soon stained red by the blood gushing out of the deep wound.
He raised his hand in disbelief and covered the wound, as if he wanted to work hard to move forward, so that the Mongolian warriors who were brushing by and running forward to motivate their morale. However, after the crisp sound, his blurred vision suddenly saw ahead, and suddenly burst into countless lights, as if it were The stars in the sky blinked at this moment, and then a fine scream came from the front.
Tengger's left leg and knee were numb at first, and then a severe pain hit his brain, which made him fall directly on the ground full of snowflakes. He tried to open his eyes wide and only saw that the indomitable momentum of those former subordinates and robes were diminishing. Their bodies were like themselves, by those pointed. The roaring bullets opened unfathomable blood eyes one by one, splashing tragic blood flowers, and contrasting with the white goose feather snow. The war horse was sad, and the warrior's howling resounded through the wind and snow.
Tenger covered the wound on his chest and was still muttering in his mouth. How could the descendants of the wolf and the white deer and the invincible eagle on the grassland become so fragile at this moment? With this doubt and unwillingness, he was rushed here, and the iron hooves the size of a bowl directly stamped on his head. After running past, there was only a pool of red and white things left, and a human body that was constantly twitching.
The Mongolian iron riders in the rear have found that their robes have been hit more than ever before in the front assault. The raindrop-like gunfire is still pouring out, which interrupted the originally unstoppable torrent and becomes smooth, and finally penetrated into the heavy earth, soaked with snow and dyed into an ugly brown. .
At this time, some Mongolian cavalry officers decided to divert the direction of attack. They saw a low wall covered with snow on the right side. The low wall was not high, but it looked very wide. However, for the people who had grown on horseback since childhood, such a low wall was not enough to build for their riding skills. To become any threat, you only need to jump on the wall and then rush over. The enemy standing dozens of steps behind the low wall will become the corpse under their machete.
With the shouts of those officers, looking down from the sky, on the snow-covered ground, the gray torrent began to disintegrate in the firelight, and some continued to run forward. However, dozens of steps away from the black reef, it seemed that there was an invisible transparent wall. , stopping the torrent, soaked the blood lotus on the earth, and converged with the falling snowflakes, which looked so dazzling.
And the torrent, just before the flames disintegrated, led to a huge tributary to draw a beautiful arc on the white snow, and then hit the flanks of the seemingly indestructible black reefs fiercely. It's over.
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"Ready! Hold on, don't raise your arms like a woman, aim at the Mongolians on horseback in front of you, and obey orders. No one can shoot without authorization!" The cursing roar of the grass-roots officers even covered up the rumbling iron hoofs. Their roar filled the marines' hearts with a familiar sense of peace.
Yes, it's just a group of beasts who run faster. We are not even afraid of storms and huge waves coming head-on. Are those beasts more terrible than the waves that can engulf giant ships and the coast, blow down masts and trees?
There was a greedy desire to eat blood in their calm eyes. Their expressions were so indifferent that they were now the cold statue made of steel. They let the wind and snow hit their helmets and military uniforms, and even their raised arms were stained with a thin layer of snow foam, but they squinted slightly unmoved. When he opened his eyes, the barrel of the black hole in his hand pointed straight ahead, aiming at the ferocious faces of the Mongols who were running closer and closer behind the barbed wire disguised as an earth wall.
The running iron hooves seemed to be hot after frequent contact and friction with the ground, and the wet mud and snow foam on the ground made their eyes a little distorted.
The iron hooves finally flew lightly in front of the earth wall at the last moment, and the leaping horse tried its best to show the beautiful muscle lines of this elegant animal, exerting its strength and beautiful curves, but when they fell lightly, the sharp thorns shining with metal cold light pierced it fiercely. Their skin penetrated into their muscles and raged.
The horses pedaled and jumped like crazy. The pain made them only listen to their instincts. Mongolian knights were hit the ground by the horses one after another, and some fell directly on the wire. The sharp and elastic wire easily passed through their cotton armor and pierced their bodies, forcing They couldn't help but howled heartbreakingly.
However, the Mongolian cavalry behind wondered why the low wall collapsed as soon as they stepped on it. There were no sharp and prominent wooden stakes under the low wall. Why did their brothers' robes howl so sadly? Then, they enjoyed the same treatment, and there were also some brave Mongolian warriors who endured great pain and waved. The machete in the hand was cut down fiercely, but the bullet-like barbed wire mesh was not so easy for them to split. Even if it was broken, it only made them add some sharp corners that could penetrate the human body.
And the members of the Marines standing dozens of steps behind the barbed wire, with the shouts of those officers, twitched the corners of their eyes, and pulled the trigger viciously with a ferocious smile on their mouths...
(to be continued)