Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Sakuma Hitoshi waved his command knife forward and shouted, "Follow me. The target is the Eighth Route Army in front, follow me..."

Yes, Sakuma chose to charge towards Wang Hao and his men, completely ignoring the guerrillas behind them.

Then, hundreds of horses rushed towards Wang Hao and his group.

On the guerrilla side, Captain Zhang Falin rushed down with his gun in hand as soon as he saw the Japanese soldiers running away.

"Brothers, follow me and kill all these little devils..."

The guerrilla fighters immediately rushed down, followed his pace, and chased after the Japanese soldiers in front.

Yes, they are infantry and there is no way they can catch up with the cavalry.

But so what?

They are less than 2 kilometers away from Wang Hao and his team. As long as Wang Hao can block these cavalrymen, they can catch up with them and attack them from both sides, thus completely destroying these cavalrymen.

"Kill..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The cavalry rumbled towards Wang Hao and his men.

Wang Hao and his men had already made preparations. When they heard the gunshots, they knew that the guerrillas could not stop the cavalry.

So they also prepared for battle.

When the Japanese cavalry came into view, the soldiers opened fire.

Yes, they all shot behind the trees.

Those who couldn't find a tree stood behind other obstacles and fired wildly at the cavalry in front of them.

Sakuma Rento thought they could easily rush into Wang Hao and his team.

Then the cavalry launched a dimensionality reduction attack on the infantry.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao and his men were very accurate in shooting. With a series of beatings, the Japanese soldiers on their horses fell to the ground and died one by one. The speed was extremely fast!

By the time Sakuma's men reached Wang Hao and his men, there were less than 200 people left.

I feel sorry for Sakuma, so sorry.

He brought more than 1000 cavalrymen, but in just a short while, only 200 were left.

Who wouldn’t feel sad?

However, he soon revealed a ferocious smile. Since they had already reached Wang Hao, 200 people were enough.

Two hundred cavalrymen killing two hundred infantrymen is like eating melons.

"Warriors, kill them all..."

Sakuma rode a horse and rushed into Wang Hao's team. He raised the command knife in his hand high, wanting to kill people.

However, at this moment, an Eighth Route Army soldier jumped high up with a command knife and flew towards him. The height was higher than his height on the horse.

The Eighth Route Army soldier raised his command knife and slashed at his neck.

"Bagaya Road..."

Sakuma gave him a ferocious smile and slashed at him with his knife.

If a person has nowhere to gain support in the air, isn't that seeking death?

But the next moment, he realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

The Eighth Route Army soldier chopped on his knife, knocking it flying, and then chopped back with another chop.

gah...

Sakuma was aware that his perspective had changed.

Yes, what did he see?

He saw his body riding on a horse, but the self on the horse was headless and blood was still gushing out of his neck.

gah...

Sakuma felt as if everything went dark before his eyes, and he no longer had any worries.

Yes, these little Japanese devils are very naive. They think they are cavalry and can launch a dimensional attack on the infantry.

But here, they were wrong, and they were the ones who were hit by the dimensionality reduction.

These 200 Eighth Route Army soldiers were all martial arts masters, and killing them and seizing their horses was like a piece of cake.

To put it bluntly, they are here to die.

When these unscrupulous people kill them, they try their best not to hurt the horses. Isn’t that infuriating?

The Eighth Route Army soldiers drew out their pistols one by one and started killing the Japanese soldiers on horseback.

Although they are all martial arts masters, they would never use knives if they can use guns.

How fast is it to use a gun? A knife? That's crazy.

There was a fierce fighting on the battlefield, with the sound of gunfire, the neighing of horses, and the screams of the Japs.

What made these Japanese soldiers depressed was that they were in a high position with their sabers, and could not hit the Eighth Route Army even if they wanted to.

They chopped down with their knives, but the Tubalu blocked their way and their knives flew away. They also chopped them on the back.

You can’t beat him, you can’t beat him at all, it’s like an adult chopping down a child.

Be it in terms of speed or strength, they are not on the same level.

There was a very lucky Japanese soldier. He actually caught a Eighth Route Army soldier who had his back to him. Most importantly, there was an opponent in front of this Eighth Route Army soldier.

He attacked from behind and it was a sure win.

As a result, when his knife was about to chop the Eighth Route Army soldier's back, for some reason, his hand slipped and the knife inexplicably slipped out of his hand.

"Bakayalu, what's going on?"

The Japanese were stunned.

This is a big saber with a guard on the handle. Under normal circumstances, it will not slip out of your hand.

But why did he let go at this critical moment?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out at all.

As a result, the local 8-man defeated the enemy in front of him, and then chopped him off the horse with another blow.

gah...

The Japanese devils died with their eyes open!

It is no coincidence.

In fact, many Japanese soldiers had such opportunities, but in the end, they died at the hands of the Tubalu without any danger.

Not to mention killing the Eighth Route Army, we couldn't even cause any harm to them.

After just a dozen minutes, the battle was over.

The few remaining Japanese soldiers were surrounded and hacked by the Eighth Route Army, and were sent directly to see Amaterasu.

By the time Zhang Falin and his guerrillas arrived, there were no more Japanese soldiers for them to kill, and they could only watch helplessly.

No, I can only help clean up the battlefield.

"Haha, Brother Hao, these are great horses! What kind of car do you think we should use? With these great horses, what other car do we need? Hahahaha..."

Indeed, for a march like theirs, horses are indeed more useful than carts.

Li San came to Wang Hao, leading a good horse and talking with a laugh.

"It's really good stuff, haha. Soldiers, quickly gather these horses and don't let them run away."

The guerrilla fighters immediately looked for the horses. There were more than 1000 horses, which was definitely enough for them.

The 200 men led by Wang Hao were simply not enough, not to mention the guerrilla fighters.

With these horses, the guerrillas can fight in this area more easily and can control a larger area.

The gains from this battle were truly enormous.

Zhao Gang came over, pulled Zhang Falin and asked, "Old Zhang! Is there anyone killed or injured in your guerrilla team?"

Zhang Falin was stunned for a moment and immediately asked someone to do the counting.

Soon, the statistics came out.

On the guerrilla side, 5 people were killed, 8 were seriously injured, and were slightly injured.

Zhao Gang looked at Wang Hao, then at Yan Shuangying, and said, "There is no one injured or killed on our side."

Wang Hao and Yan Shuangying both widened their eyes, as if they had thought of something?