Aspirations for Nation and Beauty: Section 17: Hand to hand

When a series of strange sounds of "boom boom boom boom" sounded in succession, Jebu's heart skipped a beat, oh no, he was ambushed. Before he had time to react, he only had time to curl his head and press his body tightly against the horse's back. The ear-piercing shriek passed over his head with force, making his scalp numb. There were several screams, and several companions wailed and knocked down from their horses, and then a dark shadow of riding suddenly appeared from the mouth of the ditch.

Before the few surviving people could catch their breath, more than ten riders from Mizoguchi had already formed an attacking formation and rushed towards the ditch with thunderous momentum. Even in the dark night, the machete exudes a murderous aura, coming like a storm. While crying secretly, Zhebu did not dare to retreat. The enemy has already taken advantage of the geographical advantage. All these people and myself can only be buried here. The long knife at his waist was pulled out in the shortest possible time, and the horse charged straight up, facing the figure rushing towards him, Jebu roared, and the long knife in his hand swayed from bottom to top with gusts of wind and thunder, and suddenly Lifting it upwards, it happened to collide with the knife shadow of the opponent who was slashing down madly in the first place. There was a piercing sound of gold and iron interlacing. Both sides could vaguely see each other's ferocious face.

This kind of face-to-face hand-to-hand combat in the dark night, the competition is courage and arm strength, there is no trick at all, any trick at this time can only bring death to the master. The soldiers on both sides understood this very well. One wanted to intercept and kill the other with all his might, while the other wanted to stand out and encircle him. Weapons, cutting down and killing each other is the only choice in the minds of both parties.

Swords and shadows crisscrossed, murderous aura crisscrossed, without a word of extraneous words, two groups of **** men started a **** fight in the ditch at the corner of the Tengger Grassland.

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet night, and Zawari, who followed closely behind, felt ecstasy in his heart, and couldn't help but groan: "Quickly, they are surrounded, and a reward is captured alive!" Ten gold coins, five for killing one!"

Just when Zavari led the cavalry to swarm up from behind to catch the turtle, the seasoned Zhebu had already sensed the seriousness of the matter. Come up, then there is really no chance to get out. No more hesitation, as the blades crisscrossed, Zhebu leaned slightly to avoid the slanting knife coming up behind him. The sharp blade easily passed through the worn leather armor on his back, and he could even feel the blood spurting in his body for a split second. But at this time, he had successfully stabbed his waist knife into the chest of the enemy who was blocking him, and when the opponent curled up in pain, the blood even spattered on Jebu's face, the thick blood The smell made Zheb, who had experienced many battles, feel a little uncomfortable. But this was not the time to think about other issues. Before he even had time to withdraw his knife, Jeb pushed the opponent away, forced his way through a gap, and jumped out.

The two riders behind him finally waited for this opportunity, and at the moment when the front and rear sides formed an encirclement, they sped out following Jebu's swaying figure, and quickly disappeared on the pitch-black prairie.

Zawari, who led the follow-up personnel, after finishing off the remaining Mott scouts, waved his hand to stop the men who were about to pursue. The few Mott scouts in front of them are nothing short of whimsical, and the Mott people who borrowed the cover of night can even easily snipe their own side on this endless grassland. This kind of thing is not worth the loss. Zavari will never do it. The opponent's courage to cut off his wrist at a critical moment made Zavari feel a little admiration for his opponent's determination, but the difference in strength cannot be changed by the ability of one or two people, just like this Tengger Grassland War .

Cui Wenxiu sat in the commander's camp and carefully read the information piled up on the desk. The intelligence staff next to him were constantly picking out the important ones that must be known by the commander from among the mountains of intelligence information, as an in-depth report. Cui Wenxiu, the Northwest Pioneer Army on the Li Grassland, was extremely careful. He knew that this battle was different from the one that was fought in the Western Expedition to the Punjabs. There is almost no suspense, but this battle is different. Both sides are ready to fight. It is said that the Mote people have mobilized for war. It's a head-to-head confrontation with their own side, but this seems to be their wishful thinking, trying to prolong their own supply line, harassing and attacking their own logistics supplies, forcing their own logistics to be unable to continue and have to retreat. They are hiding from behind. This is theoretically It is a pretty wonderful plan, whether it can be successful is another matter.

The boss has already studied with himself the difficulties that will be encountered in the battle of going deep into the Tengger Grassland. As expected by himself and the boss, the Mote people really avoided the fight and moved westward to avoid it, but Cui Wenxiu also knew There is a strong murderous intent here. I have already taken the lead in going deep into the Tengger Grassland for 400 miles. I have reached the center of the Mote people in the past. Immediately behind my division, the second and third divisions of the Northwest First Army have also arrived. , and later the Guards Division and the Fifth Nanjielock Division, but the scouts still found no trace of the enemy. It seems that the enemy is really going to adopt the method of luring the enemy to go deep. In the vast prairie, if the enemy thinks to avoid it, there is really nothing to do on our side. The test is the problem of our logistics supply line. The food carried by the army is only enough to last for half a month even if it is consumed urgently, and the rest will need to be transported from Qingyang. Fortunately, Mangye Town has stored a large amount of grain and grass, which can be transported continuously, but the problem of defending the transportation line must be borne by its own division.

As soon as the door curtain rang, two fierce figures flashed in.

"Oh, you two are here?" Cui Wenxiu raised her head to see the two entering the tent, and greeted with a smile.

The two of them were not polite, they sat down on the carpet beside the low platform, lay down on their backs, and stretched comfortably.

"Hey, you cavalrymen are lucky to carry you away on four legs. Unfortunately, we only have to rely on the two hard-working legs given by our parents. Grandma's, four hundred miles, we have to march with heavy loads, three days It’s almost time to arrive, your lord really thinks highly of us.” The burly man with a dusty face lay on the carpet and lamented, “Although our brothers from the third division can still afford it, our appetite is 30% higher than usual. Damn, I originally planned to bring half a month's rations, but now I can get another twelve days."

"Old Mu, those Gaoyue soldiers of yours are alright, they are all born to march, our Second Division will suffer, who has suffered from this, more than a hundred miles a day, brothers I can’t stand it anymore, but whoever dares to procrastinate would have known this, and would not have come to grab the first place.” Another strong man leaning to one side also unceremoniously took the coffee placed on the low platform , drank it cleanly in one breath, "Look, the incomparably fragrant coffee, think about us, how can we have such a leisurely time to taste the hobbies of these elegant people."

Seeing the two of them like this, Cui Wenxiu couldn't help grinning loudly: "Who was it that issued a chest and a military order in front of Mr. Li? Why is this kind of marching really a trivial matter? Daily marching He has gone through training many times, hehe, that mouth is sweeter than that of the storyteller, and it can almost catch up with the speed of our cavalry. It is a bit unreasonable to come to me now to complain."

The burly man lying on the carpet is naturally Mu Lige, the commander of the Third Division of the Northwest First Army. He marched four hundred miles in three days. It was also a little too much~IndoMTL.com~ Fortunately, he finally arrived at the designated place within the specified time, otherwise the military order he had issued at the beginning would have made him unable to bear it all. The guy who drank Cui Wenxiu's coffee was of course the commander of the second division, Sha Lang. As a mixed division, they couldn't compare with the third division in terms of infantry marching speed alone, but they were a mixed division. The cavalry of the three regiments gave them a lot of advantages, and they also added two hundred military transport vehicles, so they were long and short, and they could barely keep up with the marching speed of the third division.

"Wenxiu, you put it lightly. Didn't we want to win a battle at the beginning? In this first battle, our third division should take the lead. Let us march long distances, will I dare to soften my mouth at that time? I am afraid that if I soften my mouth, the adults in future wars will never consider us again. You didn’t see that kid Zeppelin eager to try there, I wish I could just let him go. My lord ordered them to go to the Fifth Division of Nanjieluk first." Mulig was still resting on the carpet, and even the coffee brought by the guards was only signaled to the side with his hand, but his body didn't want to move at all. "Hmph, I don't even look at how many of our Northwest First Army Corps are here. It's not their turn yet."

"That's right, this kid Zeppelin has been holding back his strength to lead the Guard Division, and has long wanted to get rid of the skin of the Guard Division. One quota, finally turned positive, I don't want to make some achievements, let everyone see, let the two of us take the lead, I'm afraid I feel very wronged." Sha Lang also explained with a smile, then Originally, Qi Bolin, he and Mulige were all from Wufeng's earliest city guard army, but the chances were not as good as him and Mulige, and now it's hard to get ahead, so naturally they want to make some achievements.