One meeting! Kill Yoshikawa, the best player in the 15th Regiment, on the horse!

This is an unacceptable result. Japanese samurai is not a match for the Chinese, which is unreasonable. Kakukawa's face was so gloomy that it seemed that he could unscrew the water. He made up his mind to earn back his face. Kakukawa turned his head and looked slowly to the right side of his queue. The officers he saw and the excellent rider raised their heads and straightened their chests.

"Your Excellency! I'll do it!" "I'll do it!"

Hirayama and Nagakura shouted at the same time. Two brave warriors carried horses and left the line at the same time.

Bite Xi! Kakugawa nodded secretly, the warriors of my Great Japanese Empire are not afraid of death. With a gentle wave, Hirayama and Nagakura "shoot" out like an arrow.

Shameless! The Anti-Road Front made a low cry, two to one is too shameless!

Hirayama and Nagakura did not seem to feel shameless. They looked at each other during Mercedes-Benz. They saw cruelty and excitement in each other's eyes. They would not blame the other for competing for credit. They were more confident that an opponent who could cut off Yoshikawa would join forces. The two rushed towards Ma Delong at high speed.

Ma Debiao, who cared about his cousin's safety, took the horse forward a few steps. This action was discovered by Zhang Xiaohua nearby, and Zhang Xiaohua made a gesture to stop Ma Debiao from going to the battle.

"Sister-in-law!" Ma Debiao was a little anxious, and Zhang looked at Zhang Xiaohua, who was on the verge of his boss and sister-in-law, with big eyes.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled slightly: "Can you trust your brother? I believe it!"

Ma Debiao had no choice but to retreat.

The saber showdown, life and death are only for a moment. He is worried that Ma Delong is understandable. But since he is on the battlefield, he must obey the orders. Judging from Zhang Xiaohua's confident face, she didn't seem to be worried at all. What exactly do their commanders want? Ma Debiao didn't understand, and looked at Ma Qian'an dozens of meters away in confusion.

Ma Qian'an held up his telescope and looked at the opposite side, his face as usual and remained motionless.

Ma Delong had already gotten back on his horse, and was still like dealing with Yoshikawa. He urged his mount to meet him without any haste, slowly as if he was walking in the garden.

This attitude is undoubtedly a great contempt. Hirayama and Nagakura felt each other's carelessness and humiliation.

"Go to die!" Hirayama and Nagakura separated from the left and right, shouting loudly, aiming left and right at Ma Delong and rushed forward.

The three horses were twenty meters apart. The sabers of Taishan and Nagakura were already raised high and could be cut on the opponent in just one moment. Yes, in just one second, after a second, the damn Anti-Japanese Allied Forces will fall from the horse. No one can face two extremely sharp sabers at the same time.

"Wow!"

Hirayama and Nagakura roared, charging like a storm.

The enemy lost trace again. Pingshan on the left thought that the enemy used the same trick to hide in the stirrup and hid to the right side of the horse's belly. Nagakura on the right also believed that the enemy had hidden on the left side of the horse's belly. They all firmly believed that no matter where the enemy hid, they could not escape the sword of the companion's Pingshou.

But...the screams of the enemy they were looking forward to did not sound, but instead they heard the three horses making miserable neighs at the same time.

The swords of Pingshan and Nagakura both hit the enemy's mount Huang Pima, causing the yellow Pima to scream in pain. Ma Delong did not hide in the stirrup at all. He leaned over and fell from the horse's back, and fell behind the horse's butt. The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he easily cut off the hind legs of Pingshan and Nagakura's mounts.

The mount that had lost its hind legs rolled and threw Pingshan and Nagakura away. Madelong rolled up again, running to slash Pingshan and Nagakura, who were falling off the horse, and fell to the ground.

Ma Delong's superb and cunning tactics of killing and winning the battle shocked the soldiers watching the battle on both sides again.

Kadokawa was dumbfounded for a long time before he squeezed out the extremely slow and vague syllable from his teeth, "Ha...ga!"

Cut the horse first, then chop people! The same trick was used continuously, shameless! The warriors of the Great Japanese Empire would never use such a bad move, abandoning their war horses and letting the enemy cut them? I wonder if the war horse is the closest companion of a warrior? How come he has no horse-divine spirit at all? Damn the man.

Kadokawa gasped, and he quickly found a reason for himself. Since the Anti-Japanese War samurai opposite was shameless, I was shameless, either.

Kakugawa pulled out his battle knife and shouted angrily: "The first team of the first team of the first team of the first team of the squadron, go up and chop him into meat sauce!"

A team of more than ten Japanese devils came out and ran away.

Ma Qian'an, who had been paying attention to the other party's behavior, was delighted, good! Very good! The Japanese are angry, and the first step has been successful! How can I make you happy with these arrogant fools?

"On the first group!" Ma Qian'an waved his right hand forward.

The first group of soldiers who could not hold back had already overflowed out of the formation and came forward like a gust of wind.

Ma Qian'an was already prepared. He ordered Li Fengshan to select hundreds of people to chop the most exquisite warriors. According to the establishment, it was organized into ten groups, and he was the top elite.

In contrast, the troops dispatched by Kakugawa suffered an invisible loss due to the average level in the Japanese formation.

In order to continue this "play", Ma Qian'an sent soldiers with the same number of Japanese soldiers very "fairly".

Continuous "fair" battles can make the Japanese commander have no time to think about it and can limit his attention to the battlefield of war, which is what Ma Qian'an hopes.

The two sides quickly collided together. This time no one played any fancy tactics and fought hard. The result of the battle was based on the combat quality of the knights on both sides.

The sabers fly, the bloodline floats, the dying roars and the crazy rough roars intertwined, a melee.

Three minutes later, six Japanese corpses appeared on the spot, and four injured Japanese escaped back to their own formation. Three people from the Anti-Japanese United Army were killed, and the remaining wounded or uninjured soldiers put away their bodies and retreated back to their own formation.

Between the two battles, the seriously injured and fell to the ground let out a burst of wail.

The bloody scene not only did not calm Kakugawa's swelling mind, but instead expanded. He could not stand the unbearable subordinates he was proud of. If he included the scouts' battle, he had lost four consecutive games.

"One hundred people!" Kakukawa roared: "That traitor! Go and send a message, I want to send a hundred people! Ask him if he dares to fight."

Kakugawa, who spoke indecisively, called out the "that traitor" who has always been a translator and guide.

"I'm just a Japanese translator! As for calling me that traitor?" the traitor muttered aggrievedly. Helplessly, under the fierce look of Kaoruka, the "traitor" Wu Leer could only urge his horse to go on a "commissioned".

"Are you a hundred people?" Ma Qian'an supported his chin with his hand, staring at the nervous and trembling Japanese translator in front of him, and said contemptuously: "What is one hundred people? If you have the habit, go all the way up. Look, I won't call Kakugawa... Oh... I'm Kakugawa, right? Look, I won't beat Kakugawa's shit, but I, Ma Qian'an, give him face and let him send a hundred people to die."
Chapter completed!