Chapter 1 The Cavalry's Demise

Thousands of cavalry charged, the dust blotting out the sky.

The thunder of hooves resonated, even with the enemy thousands of meters away.

The soldiers of the Second Company, who were bearing the brunt of the attack, didn't feel much.

These soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade had faced Japanese cavalry charges more than once.

They were long used to it!

But the new recruits who had just joined the Special Operations Brigade were different.

They had never seen anything like this before:

Thousands of Japanese cavalrymen, charging in unison, roaring as they came.

Although these Japanese soldiers weren't charging directly at them, and there was another unit in front of them acting as a shield, the new recruits couldn't help but tremble.

If the company and platoon leaders hadn't been loudly encouraging them, "Don't be afraid! Don't panic! The Japanese are just paper tigers, easily knocked over with a gentle poke!"

Some of these new recruits would have gotten up and started running.

Long Zaitian and his three hundred guerrillas were positioned in the inner circle by Lin Fan.

Now, watching the momentum of the Japanese cavalry charge—truly horses like dragons, men riding the wind—

These guerrillas were all dumbfounded.

They had never known that thousands of Japanese cavalry charging could be so terrifying.

When the cannons roared, the earth shook!

Lin Fan fired the first shot, followed by the artillery platoon and the Second Company.

The thunderous roar of the cannons shattered the oppressive atmosphere brought by the charge of the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment.

Especially Lin Fan's initial five shots, which wiped out the entire Ono Jiro cavalry squadron at the very front.

The entire momentum of the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment, like waves, was transmitted wave after wave to the Ono Jiro cavalry squadron at the front.

It was the spearhead of the entire Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment.

Now that the spearhead had been obliterated by Lin Fan, the awe-inspiring momentum it brought vanished in an instant.

On the Special Operations Brigade's side, many people in the thousands-strong formation finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ma Dazhuang said in a low voice, "With cavalry in the thousands, they are lawless!"

Qin Laosan said, "When the cannons roar, they all go to heaven!"

When the Japanese soldiers had charged into their line of sight, everyone had been terrified, thinking, "It's over! We're going to die here today."

But after Lin Fan blew up the Japanese at the front in front of everyone, they felt as if they had been given a new lease on life.

Next, the sound of cannons rang out throughout the formation.

Lin Fan was already intentionally starting to bomb the middle and rear of the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment.

The Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment was a battle-hardened unit.

They had encountered such a high density of artillery fire in their previous battles.

The only way for cavalry to deal with artillery was to scatter! Scatter until there was only one cavalryman within the effective kill radius of an exploding shell.

This was just an ideal situation. In reality, with thousands of cavalrymen charging simultaneously,

The Japanese cavalry couldn't achieve this in a short time.

But now, after being bombarded, the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment was like a hornet's nest that had been disturbed.

They immediately began to scatter in disarray.

This was a plain, the best place for cavalry to exert their strength.

The Special Operations Brigade had deployed more than five thousand infantrymen on this plain.

No matter how scattered the Japanese cavalry became, they could all charge head-on into the Special Operations Brigade's defenses.

A circular defensive position meant that any direction the Japanese charged from could be considered a frontal assault.

Ye Tianshi was ordering his soldiers, "To capture the bandits, first capture their leader; to shoot a man, first shoot his horse.

Everyone, pay attention: when the Japanese charge, aim for the horses.

Don't be anxious, don't panic.

The horses are so big, wait until they get closer before shooting.

Don't worry about the horses running fast; a single shot will bring them down for a good meal!"

His words were amusing, and the soldiers all laughed.

Immediately, someone shouted, "Don't worry about the horses running fast; a single shot will bring them down for a good meal.

Company Commander's right."

Someone immediately chimed in, "The company commander wants meat, not flattery."

"Am I flattering him? Can battlefield talk be considered flattery?"

Hearing the soldiers able to talk like this, Ye Tianshi felt relieved.

The Japanese reaction exceeded Lin Fan's expectations; he hadn't expected these Japanese to react so quickly.

They scattered very quickly and very widely.

So much so that Lin Fan looked around and couldn't find a target to attack.

Using an 88mm anti-aircraft gun to bombard a single Japanese soldier—it wasn't worth it.

Even Lin Fan felt it was a bit of a waste, unless it was a Japanese commander!

While Lin Fan felt it wasn't worth it,

Feihou Wumingji, the cavalry regiment commander, was in too much pain to breathe.

His pain deepened with the charge of his horse.

Along the way, he saw too many Japanese soldiers fall to the ground.

The most exaggerated scene was a crater surrounded by at least twenty dead horses.

These were twenty excellent imperial cavalrymen!

Lin Fan felt it was a bit of a waste to use an 88mm anti-aircraft gun on individual Japanese soldiers,

But he felt it was very worthwhile to use heavy machine guns on them.

However, his position was in the middle; the entire artillery platoon was positioned in the center of the Special Operations Brigade.

This was to provide the best support for the entire formation.

Lin Fan couldn't use heavy machine guns, but Company Commander Hua Deze, at the front, was directing the six heavy machine guns in his company:

"Fire! Give it to them!

Use bursts! Don't fire continuously!"

The Japanese cavalry scattered, and the Special Operations Brigade's artillery bombardment quickly stopped.

The momentum of the scattered cavalry charge was greatly reduced.

The suppressive effect on the morale of the Special Operations Brigade soldiers was completely gone.

Those new recruits who had been weak-kneed and trembling could now move and prepare to fire.

They had all been told by their company and platoon leaders, "To shoot a man, first shoot his horse.

Don't worry about the Japanese riding the horses; shoot the horses first.

Once the Japanese horse falls, the Japanese is as good as dead."

After the artillery bombardment stopped, Long Zaitian led the guerrillas to the front line.

This was Lin Fan's order. The previous round of artillery fire had reduced the Japanese cavalry by at least four hundred.

The remaining less than two thousand Japanese cavalrymen, in order to scatter as much as possible, had formed a situation where less than two thousand cavalrymen were encircling nearly six thousand soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade.

Now, the outside of the circle defended by the Special Operations Brigade was scattered with sporadic Japanese cavalry.

They bravely charged towards the Nationalist soldiers in front, who had no trench fortifications.

The Special Operations Brigade's current formation was like a large circle with a sharp cone at the front.

The first to engage with the Japanese was the protruding cone—Hua Deze's Second Company.

Less than a hundred cavalrymen were charging towards the Second Company.

These Japanese soldiers were so scattered, which made Hua Deze very depressed.

He somewhat blamed the brigade commander in his heart for bombing the Japanese too hard, causing them to scatter so widely.

What about the directional mines he had laid out?

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That was the question!

Detonate them!

Too few Japanese soldiers had entered the effective range of the bombs; it wasn't worth it.

Don't detonate them; there were no more Japanese soldiers behind.

The Special Operations Brigade's directional mines always caused a large number of Japanese soldiers to fall with a single explosion.

At least a hundred Japanese soldiers would fall, and sometimes even thousands would fall together.

Like now, with a total of only about a hundred Japanese soldiers, it wouldn't be a loss to kill them all at once.

But that was impossible.

After hesitating, Hua Deze finally ordered with a heavy heart, "Detonate!"

Their Second Company was the first to come into contact with the enemy in the entire five-thousand-strong defensive circle.

Thousands of eyes were focused on the Second Company's position.

Especially those new recruits who had just joined the Special Operations Brigade, who held their breath at this moment.

They watched nervously as the Japanese cavalry charged to three hundred meters away, then two hundred meters.

…

One hundred and fifty meters;

One hundred meters!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The earth trembled once again.

The new recruits, watching from near and far as the Japanese cavalry were about to charge into the Second Company's ranks, felt their hearts trembling with fear.

They saw bursts of fire suddenly erupt in front of the Second Company's position.

Some of the Japanese soldiers charging towards the Second Company fell straight down like logs.

Some were blown away like pieces of paper.

The charging Japanese soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

The new recruits of the Special Operations Brigade cheered together.

As the cheers rang out,

The sound of woodpeckers pecking at wood, "Tuk, tuk, tuk," began to sound.

Rifles were also firing.

The Second Company began to fire at those Japanese soldiers who were desperately reining in their horses, uninjured but at a loss.

Horses fell, whinnying in agony.

Finally, some Japanese soldiers reacted; they quickly turned and charged sideways, trying to escape, to get away from this protruding spearhead position.

In a team, if there is a group of people who are different,

They will always be the first to be attacked, and the target that the opponent most wants to strike down.

The Second Company was like that. The entire defensive circle of the Special Operations Brigade was originally a circle.

But they just happened to stick out a bit.

Feihou Wumingji, the regiment commander, was determined to flatten this protruding tip.

To his disappointment, the first wave of the entire regiment's charge was unfavorable.

They were actually blown up and shot down, and the offensive was disintegrated.

And they had left dozens of corpses behind.

How could he endure this!

Feihou Wumingji, the regiment commander, pointed his command saber straight at the Second Company's position.

The direction of the commander's sword was the direction of the soldiers' charge.

The Japanese cavalrymen who were still charging immediately gathered and charged towards the Second Company's position.

That which has been long divided must unite.

This time, the Japanese cavalrymen finally began to unite again.

Lin Fan's gaze swept across the battlefield.

The Second Company was the first to come into contact with the Japanese; of course, Lin Fan wasn't worried about the Second Company being unable to stop the Japanese cavalry.

He was just observing the Second Company's response.

Then he looked further afield and immediately noticed Feihou Wumingji, the regiment commander, pointing his command saber straight at the Second Company's direction.

The Japanese cavalrymen's formation was also adjusting: from being very scattered just now, they gradually began to concentrate to a limited extent.

The targets of these Japanese soldiers were all charging towards the Second Company.

That was the Japanese commander!

To be discovered is to die!

This was the famous saying of snipers.

They also had another similar saying: To be exposed is to die!

Feihou Wumingji, the regiment commander, was exposed in Lin Fan's field of vision.

This time, Lin Fan felt that it wouldn't be bad to send him off with an 88mm shell.

No sooner said than done; a shell flew out of the gun barrel according to Lin Fan's wishes.

Captain Uchiyama 47th watched as a shell flew straight to the Feihou regiment commander's face and exploded with a bang.

The regiment commander instantly turned into a rag doll and flew out.

Many Japanese cavalrymen in the near and far were staring at the Feihou Wumingji regiment commander.

He was now blown away, and the Japanese cavalrymen also saw it.

Now, they had no way out.

The commander was dead, but the remaining Japanese soldiers were still alive; this was not in accordance with the rules of the Japanese army.

In the Japanese army, the hierarchy was very strict.

Like now, the cavalry regiment commander took the lead in sacrificing himself.

If the remaining Japanese soldiers of his cavalry regiment couldn't defeat the Special Operations Brigade opposite,

They could only accept severe punishment.

Those Japanese soldiers who saw Feihou Wumingji, the regiment commander, being blown five or six meters away by a shell,

Now they had to work harder to move forward, hoping to defeat the Nationalist army opposite.

In order to gain the forgiveness of their superiors.

More Japanese cavalrymen charged towards the Second Company's position.

The first Cavalry Battalion Captain, Aso Taro, shouted and took over the command from the regiment commander.

His command saber continued the will of the Feihou Wumingji regiment commander, pointing to the protruding Second Company position.

"Kill!"

Lin Fan killed the Japanese commander with a cannon and no longer paid attention to the Second Company in that direction.

Facing the Japanese cavalry's attack, Lin Fan was confident in the Second Company.

What he was worried about was all the defense lines on the entire battlefield except for the Second Company.

Each company on these defense lines, a team of more than a hundred people, was led by only five veterans of the Special Operations Company.

Now, the Japanese cavalry had charged to within one hundred and fifty meters of these teams.

The density of the Japanese soldiers attacking these places was not as exaggerated as the attack on the Second Company.

But each company was facing dozens of Japanese cavalrymen.

On the one hundred-meter-wide front of Ye Tianshi's company,

More than sixty Japanese soldiers charged up.

Squad Leader Oda Eiji led his squad, scattered, and charged towards the Nationalist army position in front.

He still didn't know that Feihou Tianmingji, the regiment commander, was dead.

But what did that matter?

The battle was fought by these ordinary Japanese soldiers. The team that had already launched the charge could no longer care about anything else.

The Japanese soldiers of Oda Eiji's squad were very scattered and were also divided into five echelons.

This meant that on the one hundred-meter-wide front, there were only ten or so Japanese soldiers charging in each echelon.

This caused Ye Tianshi to encounter the same trouble as Company Commander Hua Deze:

The Japanese soldiers charging up were so few; should he detonate the mines or not?

The disobedient Japanese soldiers didn't concentrate and charge together either.

This meant that a round of directional mines could solve the problem.

Now, these Japanese soldiers, who were not letting Ye Tianshi relax, had charged to within one hundred meters of the position.

No matter what, he had to kill a few Japanese soldiers first.

No matter how much pre-war education, morale boosting, and talk about the team's past glory, it was all empty.

Only by letting the soldiers see the Japanese soldiers fall in front of them would it be real.

"Detonate!"

Ye Tianshi's order was issued.

The mines laid down by his company detonated.

A very large number of bombs detonated simultaneously.

All the bombs deployed outside this circle of defense by the Special Operations Brigade were now exploding.

The company commanders all had the same idea: they had to kill a batch of Japanese soldiers first, so that their soldiers could see it with their own eyes.

The Japanese were actually very easy to kill.

This time, hundreds of directional mines detonated simultaneously, and hundreds of kilograms of explosives exploded here.

Causing the ground to undulate like waves.

The scouts from the 85th Army and the 75th Army, observing from a distance, saw large plumes of smoke suddenly rise from the Special Operations Brigade's defensive circle.

The battlefield over there could no longer be seen clearly.

But they felt the ground shaking.

They were at least one thousand five hundred meters away from the explosion point and could still feel such a strong tremor.

"How many landmines did they use?" No one answered the scouts' question.

The Japanese soldiers of the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment, who were charging, felt it deeply.

Squad Leader Oda Eiji watched as the warriors charging at the front suddenly fell.

The horses only ran two more steps before falling to the ground.

The five-echelon attack formation of his squad was directly blown away by such a round of explosions.

This result was something that Squad Leader Oda Eiji had never thought of.

He had never imagined that such a situation would occur.

In his head, which was full of fanatical Bushido spirit, he thought that the most the opposition would do was sporadic rifle fire.

It might cause one or two warriors in the entire squad to be injured.

And these warriors of Oda Eiji's squad would tear a hole in the Nationalist army's defensive position from here.

Then they would wreak havoc on the Nationalist army's position.

The sudden explosion made Squad Leader Oda Eiji wonder if he was seeing things.

While he was still thinking about what went wrong,

Ye Tianshi had already issued the latest order: "Fire!"

The soldiers who had just joined the Special Operations Brigade all had military qualities and combat training that were above the passing line.

Compared to those in the Special Operations Brigade, they were only lacking in one thing: morale and absolute confidence.

At this time, they saw the company commander casually dropping the bombs that the three platoon leaders had just thrown out.

With such a blast, at least thirty Japanese cavalrymen were easily killed.

While Company Commander Ye Tianshi was still regretting that the bombs hadn't played their due effect,

These new recruits were already dumbfounded.

They had fought under the command of the Japanese for several years.

In a single battle, the death of thirty Japanese soldiers would make the Japanese battalion commander so distressed that he couldn't eat.

Now, so many Japanese soldiers had died so easily with just a pull of the string.

Everyone now truly felt: the company commander wasn't bragging; they really had a way to deal with the Japanese.

At this time, the company commander's latest order came down: "Fire!"

The company commander was still the first to fire.

This time, it was time for them to perform.

These soldiers who had just joined the Special Operations Brigade all had such thoughts.

Everyone had a head on their shoulders; no one was worse than anyone else.

Dense gunfire rang out.

Squad Leader Oda Eiji was still struggling between believing and not believing.

The horse under his crotch neighed, rushed forward two steps, and then threw its master off.

To shoot a man, first shoot his horse!

The soldiers all followed the instructions of the company and platoon leaders.

At a distance of one hundred meters, more than one hundred people concentrated their fire on the dozen or so horses at the front.

The effect was excellent.

The horses fell, whinnying in agony.

This frightened the Japanese soldiers behind.

They tried to circle around and attack from another direction.

These Japanese soldiers, who were lucky enough not to be hit by the directional mines or the bullets in the first round of shooting, skillfully pulled on the reins, signaling the horses to turn.

These Japanese soldiers' movements were skilled, and the soldiers lying prone in the position were also not slow.

The second and third rounds of shooting followed.

The heavy machine guns and machine guns had not stopped firing from the beginning of the shooting until now.

In this situation, only a very few Japanese soldiers who turned around and fled could escape.

The members of the Longjia Village Guerrilla Team were fast and arrived in time.

Everyone had fired their guns at the Japanese soldiers who were charging.

As for who hit the fallen Japanese warhorses, no one would investigate such details.

The entire Feihou Cavalry Regiment of the Japanese army, after only one round of charging, had less than three hundred Japanese soldiers left.

These three hundred cavalrymen were still extremely scattered.

The remaining Japanese cavalrymen no longer dared to organize an attack.

They whipped their horses and only hated that the horses had four legs, which was still too few and ran too slowly.

Lin Fan also operated mortars to send off these Japanese soldiers.

At the same time, he issued the order: "Clean up the battlefield!"

At the sound of the order, more than five thousand soldiers immediately expanded outwards.

These soldiers were now very excited.

Especially those new recruits who had just joined the Special Operations Brigade.

This was the first battle they had participated in, and they had killed thousands of Japanese cavalrymen with no casualties.

This battle was fought by them.

Bringing glory to their ancestors!

Hearing the order to clean up the battlefield.

These soldiers were no longer running around like headless chickens as they had in the past.

Instead, they all looked at the platoon leader, waiting for arrangements.

Sure enough: the company commander had an order: "The first platoon is in front, adding a bayonet to all the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.

The second platoon collects weapons and ammunition.

The third platoon collects equipment and warhorses!"

The orders were issued, and the soldiers rushed out one hundred meters with high spirits and quick steps.

From now on, they were truly integrated into the team of the Special Operations Brigade.

No matter what standard was used to measure them, these people were all veterans of the Special Operations Brigade.

Soldiers who had been on the battlefield, fired guns, and won battles.

If they were not considered veterans, what kind of soldiers would be considered veterans?

Mao Wenxing was in the air, watching the Japanese infantry moving in the distance.

He saw Lin Fan commanding the Special Operations Brigade and defeating the Japanese cavalry regiment in less than a quarter of an hour.

Now Mao Wenxing was reporting to Lin Fan: "Two battalions of Japanese infantry are rushing towards the Zhao Village position again.

The distance is still twelve kilometers.

According to the speed of the Japanese army, the arrival time is more than two hours."

The less than three hundred cavalrymen of the Feihou Cavalry Regiment who fled from the battlefield,

At this time, they were fleeing in a panic, and their target was Lincheng.

Tang Enbo received the news that Lin Fan had actually used a mob to defeat the Japanese cavalry regiment and kill at least 1,500 Japanese soldiers.

Such a result was somewhat unbelievable.

Whether he believed it or not, this news could illustrate one thing.

At least, facing the Japanese cavalry regiment, the Special Operations Brigade did not need the support of the 20th Army.

And that was enough!

Lin Fan issued the order again: "Each company speeds up cleaning the battlefield,

After twenty minutes, everyone retreats.

Return to Zhao Village!"

Cleaning up the battlefield and giving the Japanese a bayonet, the platoon leader was demonstrating.

All the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, no matter what state they were in.

They were all stabbed with a bayonet in a fatal position.

Ma Dazhuang saw the platoon leader's actions, steady, accurate, ruthless, and fast!

All these soldiers understood: the platoon leader's bayonet was not just the way it was when they were competing.

On the battlefield, the company and platoon leaders' bayonets would be even more powerful.

Squad Leader Oda Eiji was only unconscious after being thrown off his horse.

When he woke up, the battle was over.

One of his feet was bent strangely, and the white bone stubble protruding from the skin could be clearly seen.

It was a fracture!

Squad Leader Oda Eiji had a clear judgment of his injuries.

The battle was over, and there were no companions on the battlefield who could be taken back. Dafeng Novel

His own partner, the warhorse, fell a few meters behind him.

He had long since stopped breathing.

Squad Leader Oda Eiji could only hope that the Nationalist soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield would arrive sooner.

This way, they could find themselves sooner and give themselves the best treatment.

After treatment, maybe, maybe they could continue to gallop on the battlefield.

Although he had seen many imperial warriors on the Japanese newspapers take killing Nationalist prisoners of war as an honor,

Squad Leader Oda Eiji still believed that he would be treated favorably.

Because there was a tradition that had risen up at some point on this land: foreigners needed to be respected.

When he saw Ye Tianshi's bright bayonet stabbing towards him,

He still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Today's battlefield had scenes after scenes that he couldn't understand.

Now, it was good; he didn't need to continue thinking, nor did he need to worry about how to continue galloping on the battlefield in the future. He only needed to concentrate on returning to the embrace of Amaterasu.

Ye Tianshi's actions were standard, after receiving the order passed down.

He shouted loudly: "Move faster!

Those who are splitting up the warhorses, cut the thighs directly, leave the ribs, and carry a piece away when retreating."

Cleaning up the battlefield, the slowest thing now was slicing the horse meat.

Since there was not enough time, they had to find the fleshy parts and carry them away first.

On the battlefield, these Japanese cavalrymen's helmets and riding boots.

The soldiers were quickly cleaning up.

Now the battle on the entire battlefield had ended, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

The scouts watching here from a distance could completely see everything on the battlefield now.

They saw: the appearance of the Special Operations Brigade soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

Some did not understand why this team did not leave any prisoners.

It should be known that in the Nationalist army, capturing prisoners had always been a special contribution.

A living Japanese soldier was more valuable than a dead Japanese soldier.

There were even cases of several Nationalist soldiers dying to protect a prisoner.

Lin Fan would never allow this to happen.

The Special Operations Brigade had only one standard: dead Japanese soldiers were good Japanese soldiers!

All bad Japanese soldiers should die.

If they were unwilling to die, the Special Operations Brigade would send them to die.

Twenty minutes later, the retreat signal sounded.

Ma Dazhuang carried a horse's thigh and looked at the warhorse corpses on the ground, which obviously still had a lot of meat.

Swallowing his saliva: "It's a pity! It's a pity!"

Company Commander Ye Tianshi looked at the soldiers in the entire company, and almost all had such expressions.

Now these soldiers knew: the horse meat they were carrying was their own dish.

How great would it be if all the meat from these warhorses on the ground could be carried back?

Ye Tianshi said unhappily: "Let's go! Let's go!

Look at your promising appearance.

Now go back and continue to fight the Japanese soldiers.

There are still two battalions of Japanese infantry.

Kill them in a few blows, and then come back and slowly clean up these odds and ends.

I like horse lungs, too."

Ma Dazhuang was immediately happy: "Company commander! Don't worry, I'm not afraid of being tired.

I'll run back and get horse lungs for you after killing the Japanese infantry."

Company Commander Ye Tianshi smiled: "No one is allowed to act alone.

If you want to come, the entire company will come together.

You are all soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade now.

Our Special Operations Brigade soldiers have always been the most valuable.

We can't afford to lose you. Each of you must live well.

If each of you can't kill one hundred Japanese soldiers, you can't cause trouble for me.

Understood?"

"Understood!" The soldiers responded loudly and uniformly.

The pace of retreat was even greater than when they came.

So that the time they spent returning was five minutes less than the time they came.

Gu Xiuming had no doubt that his own team would return in triumph.

But those migrant workers who stayed in place were surprised! These people were now guarding thousands of large carts,

Piles of materials.

Thinking that there were only a few hundred of them left in the team of thousands of people,

They inevitably felt a little uneasy.

Company Commander Gu Xiuming certainly knew the unease of these migrant workers.

Verbal persuasion was just drawing a big pie for them.

It could not solve practical problems.

People! As long as they had free time, they would have ideas, all kinds of ideas.

Company Commander Gu had experience in this:

He asked these migrant workers to cook, to cook for more than 6,000 people.

The vegetables were, of course, only horse meat and offal.

When they started doing things, these migrant workers had fewer ideas.

Anyway, there was enough meat.

These migrant workers would certainly not be polite, and they had to ensure the standard of one pound of meat per person.

This had to be guaranteed! Now they saw that the thousands of people who had just gone out were carrying a horse's leg back when they returned.

They instantly felt that the standard of one pound of meat per person was too low.

With so many horse legs, it would take many days to finish eating them.

The entire team gathered again.

The vegetables were fragrant, but the rice was not cooked.

The team that had just returned from the triumphant expedition did not have time to rest.

They immediately began a new round of digging trenches and repairing fortifications.

The Special Operations Brigade retreated from the battlefield.

Chen Yongsi was a reconnaissance platoon leader sent by the 6th Division of the 75th Army.

His team and the reconnaissance platoon leader Pang Junde's team from the 4th Division of the 85th Army had joined forces in the morning.

The purpose was very simple: they found that the Japanese cavalry reconnaissance teams were all more than a dozen Japanese soldiers together.

The two reconnaissance platoons combined had more than thirty people.

They could have a great advantage in number.

If they encountered a Japanese cavalry squad, they could rely on the large number of people to make a quick decision.

They had a real eye-opener this morning.

They personally saw Japanese cavalry squads being wiped out by the Special Operations Brigade soldiers who could only ride horses.

Although they did not see the battle scene, they always saw the Japanese cavalry squads chasing after them.

Soon after, the Special Operations Brigade soldiers appeared again, but the Japanese cavalry squads that had chased after them never appeared again.

Originally, Pang Junde and Chen Yongsi thought that this was the most wonderful part they had seen today.

Now they knew they were wrong.

They were so wrong that they thought the climax was not even foreplay.

The battle between the Special Operations Brigade and the Japanese cavalry regiment was short in time and had good results.

Whether it was the artillery bombardment of the cavalry or the rapid deployment of the Japanese soldiers after being bombed.

They all showed the exquisite skill of masters fighting.

The Special Operations Brigade's artillery was good and accurate.

The Feihou Wumingji Regiment's cavalry responded well.

This was not the climax.

The real climax was when the Japanese launched a full-scale charge to one hundred meters outside the Special Operations Brigade's defensive circle.

Unfortunately, the smoke obscured the scene.

Pang Junde and Chen Yongsi's two teams did not see clearly what happened.

However, they guessed that the Special Operations Brigade must have used some new type of landmine.

Now, the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade, each carrying a horse leg.

Some powerful soldiers directly carried two horse legs, or carried a horse leg and a horse rib.

There were also horse ribs on the ground that they had split off but could not take away.

In any case, the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade all retreated.

They had already walked away into the distance.

At this time, Chen Yongsi and Pang Junde's two reconnaissance teams set off and rushed into the battlefield.

They needed to take a closer look at what magic this circularly unfolded battlefield had.

It actually caused a Japanese cavalry regiment to be wiped out in one move.

The battlefield was full of blood.

Chen Yongsi and Pang Junde's warhorses were unwilling to step into it.

The breath of death here was too strong.

The sensitive warhorses were unwilling to step into this area.

Chen Yongsi asked, "Brother Pang! They didn't want any prisoners after this battle."

"I noticed it too! So cruel!" Pang Junde did not agree with this practice.

He believed that such a practice was not a gentleman's act.

No matter what Pang Junde thought, there was one thing he had to admit:

The combat effectiveness of the Special Operations Brigade was strong.

They still did not know that this six-thousand-person team was a newly organized mob.

Chen Yongsi, Pang Junde, and their thirty or so people, of course, did not run into the battlefield to visit.

They were here to count: how many Japanese soldiers died in this battle.

After counting, there were 1,737 Japanese soldiers who died.

Although this number was not accurate, the error would not exceed fifty.

When they left the battlefield, this battlefield, which had just been extremely noisy,

Suddenly became quiet.

Receiving the news that most of the cavalry regiment was wiped out and only about three hundred cavalrymen escaped back to Lincheng,

Neither Brigade Commander Se Takehira nor Regiment Commander Nakata Takakazu could believe it.

Feihou Wumingji, the cavalry regiment commander, was an excellent cavalry commander.

A cavalry regiment of 2,000 Japanese soldiers could come and go freely even when facing tens of thousands of Nationalist infantrymen.

How could they have stumbled on a team of less than 500 guerrillas?

Even if this team organized those puppet troops, it would be useless.

The Eighth Brigade's Japanese commanders were all too clear about the combat effectiveness of the puppet troops:

Over the years, the puppet troops had cooperated with them in action countless times.

Those puppet troops were only useful when cleaning up the battlefield or acting as cannon fodder to consume the opponent's ammunition and morale.

They had no other use.

Nakata Takakazu, the regiment commander, grabbed the collar of the Japanese soldier who came to report:

"Say the report again?"

His eyes were fierce, as if to say: Think carefully before you speak!

Or else, watch out for your life!

The regiment commander's eyes were fierce, but no matter how fierce his eyes were, he could not change what had already happened.

When Regiment Commander Nakata Takakazu heard again clearly that the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment Commander had been honorably killed,

And that only less than 300 Japanese soldiers escaped from the 2,300-strong cavalry regiment,

He looked back at Brigade Commander Se Takehira.

Brigade Commander Se Takehira muttered to himself: "I should have let them retreat!

I should have let them retreat.

This is the Nationalist army's conspiracy to defeat us one by one!

I saw it long ago."

Brigade Commander Se Takehira was now regretful.

Very regretful!

There was no regret medicine in this world.

He could not temporarily escape from the blow of the cavalry regiment being wiped out.

This was not something an excellent commander should do.

Regiment Commander Nakata Takakazu quickly accepted reality.

He said loudly: "Report to the brigade commander! The two infantry battalions of the 30th Regiment are fully capable of completely annihilating that Nationalist army."

Brigade Commander Se Takehira looked at him, his gaze slowly condensing:

"We still have two infantry battalions, and there is still a chance."

Now he no longer had the confidence to win.

The failure of the Feihou Wumingji Cavalry Regiment was too much of a blow to him.

On the plains, he could not imagine how the cavalry regiment had failed.

The cavalry regiment had become a memory.

The two infantry battalions could only shoulder all the tasks.

Battalion Commander Kagawa Yoshino, of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the Japanese army, received the news that the cavalry regiment had been wiped out.

At the same time, he also received an order from Brigade Commander Se Takehira: The 1st Infantry Battalion was to move to the south of Zhao Village.

The 2nd Infantry Battalion was to move to the east of Zhao Village.

The defeated soldiers of the cavalry regiment, who were fleeing, were recalled.

Although their numbers were much smaller than those of a cavalry regiment,

But as cavalry, more than two hundred Japanese cavalrymen were also a very powerful force.

Eighth Brigade Commander Se Takehira ordered: "The command post is to transfer to Gaojia Village."

He wanted to command the battle from the place closest to the battlefield.

Gaojia Village and Zhao Village were close neighbors.

The two villages were less than five li apart.

On the Special Operations Brigade's position