The Iwaita Taiya cavalry squadron was annihilated.

　　This put Fujita Toshimatsu, the regimental commander who was observing the situation from afar, lying prone on the ground, in a difficult position.

　　Originally, he had been planning to wait until the Iwaita Taiya squadron, charging at the front, had carved out a bloody path,

　　so he could lead the entire 20th Cavalry Regiment to charge out together.

　　The road ahead was blocked!

　　He no longer cared about the mission he had come out for this time.

　　To hell with rescuing the 19th Brigade,

　　to hell with Brigade Commander Kusaba Akimasa.

　　All I want to do now is break through the encirclement.

　　Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu now only wanted to break through.

　　He made a decisive decision and ordered loudly:

　　"The entire 20th Cavalry Regiment, turn around,

　　retreat along the way we came,

　　return to Huoshan!"

　　They had traveled the road they came on once before,

　　and it was peaceful all the way!

　　The road was also easy to travel!

　　One key point was:

　　that route indeed had few travelers,

　　allowing them to perfectly avoid possible ambushes by the National Revolutionary Army.

　　Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu already understood:

　　if they broke through in other directions now,

　　they would easily fall into an ambush by the National Revolutionary Army.

　　Only the road they came on,

　　where the 20th Cavalry Regiment had burned and killed in three villages,

　　without provoking a single bullet in resistance.

　　This indicated that there were no soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army along that road,

　　and that was the most important thing.

　　As Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu's order was issued,

　　all the Japanese devils who still had warhorses began to move.

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke, leading more than thirty Japanese devils under his command,

　　was among the first to break through.

　　Their direction was different from the regimental commander's order,

　　but there wasn't much difference.

　　All the Japanese devils in Squad Leader Misugi Risuke's squad

　　were lying on their horses' backs,

　　their bodies rising and falling naturally with the undulations of the galloping warhorses,

　　trying to allow the warhorses to run faster.

　　To their right, machine guns were firing bullets,

　　forming a long tongue of fire,

　　like a red lasso,

　　being swung towards this team of more than thirty Japanese devils.

　　The bullets, just out of the barrel, cut through the air,

　　emitting a dark red light.

　　The lasso formed by the rapidly fired bullets

　　had already caught at least five Japanese devils.

　　Sergeant Major Imae Naoki's body moved with the warhorse,

　　as if surfing,

　　his body rising and falling freely,

　　looking extremely relaxed.

　　He listened to the whistling wind as the warhorse ran, blowing past his ears,

　　and also heard the "whoosh, whoosh" of bullets whistling past his ears.

　　The wind made him feel at ease,

　　the sound of bullets passing by made him feel frightened.

　　Sergeant Major Imae Naoki couldn't help but look into the air.

　　The lasso composed of bullets was winding and twisting in the air,

　　dancing with the changing position of the aircraft.

　　One end of the fiery red lasso was rushing towards their cavalry squad.

　　Sergeant Major Imae Naoki looked back at the other end of the fiery red lasso.

　　Sergeant Ogibu Haruo behind him was unfortunately grazed by the rain of bullets.

　　Both man and horse were like they had been electrocuted,

　　and in an instant, the warhorse staggered a few steps as if drunk.

　　Sergeant Ogibu Haruo's body

　　was like it had been launched by a bullet,

　　flying out of the saddle all at once,

　　and even while still in the air,

　　blood was already spurting out.

　　Imae Naoki could tell

　　that he was shouting something loudly.

　　But because it was far away,

　　and the sound of the wind was too loud as the warhorse galloped,

　　he couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.

　　Judging from the distance that Sergeant Ogibu Haruo flew, more than ten meters,

　　when he fell to the ground,

　　his whole body should have been shattered,

　　or at least many bones in his body were broken.

　　Some Japanese devils flew forward,

　　and some were directly crushed under the warhorses.

　　What made Sergeant Major Imae Naoki increasingly afraid was:

　　the chain in the air, like the whip of God,

　　was actually whipping towards him at a high speed.

　　"No!"

　　While shouting,

　　Imae Naoki tried hard to control the warhorse,

　　trying to make it move a few meters to the left.

　　This might avoid the punishment from the sky.

　　Obviously, he was overthinking it.

　　The galloping warhorse understood its master's thoughts.

　　It took a small step to the left with its forward stride.

　　The quickly falling step

　　moved more than ten meters to the left in less than two seconds.

　　This greatly exceeded Sergeant Major Imae Naoki's psychological expectations.

　　Despite this,

　　the fiery red lasso in the air didn't seem to change much.

　　It still flew stubbornly towards him,

　　as if it had locked onto him.

　　Sergeant Major Imae Naoki shouted again:

　　"No!"

　　He saw with his own eyes that one end of the red rope had already whipped onto the buttocks of the warhorse he was riding.

　　Next, the warhorse's body tilted,

　　and Sergeant Major Imae Naoki's buttocks also felt a stream of heat forcibly inserted from behind.

　　For a moment, he didn't feel any pain,

　　but the fear in his heart made him shout again:

　　"Ah!"

　　This was the last sound he left in the world.

　　The lasso didn't accurately catch him,

　　but swept along the warhorse and his back,

　　and then Imae Naoki and his warhorse fell.

　　Even so,

　　Imae Naoki still flew out from the back of the warhorse,

　　drawing the last arc of his life in the air,

　　ending his life as an invader.

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke was at the very front when they set off,

　　and he had always been at the front of the entire team.

　　He also saw what happened behind him

　　when he turned his head.

　　He saw that there were fewer and fewer Japanese devils in his team,

　　from the initial thirty-plus,

　　to less than ten now.

　　And they were still decreasing.

　　The rain of bullets fired by the attacking aircraft was completely dense,

　　flying fast and flexibly.

　　This was completely a weapon specially made to target cavalry.

　　They were an even greater threat to the cavalry than tanks.

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke had already run at least five kilometers.

　　There were only three Japanese devils following behind him.

　　But there was still one aircraft in the air,

　　and it kept chasing after him.

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke really had no way to go to heaven,

　　and no gate to enter on earth now.

　　The warhorse had been sprinting for five kilometers,

　　and was covered in sweat, desperately needing rest.

　　In this situation,

　　how could Squad Leader Misugi Risuke let it rest?

　　He spurred it on again.

　　Just at this moment,

　　a flash of fire seemed to appear in front,

　　followed by the sound of a gunshot, "Bang!"

　　The sound was right next to his ear.

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke felt his whole body lighten,

　　and his body floated lightly from the saddle.

　　"It's finally over!"

　　He didn't feel nervous, but seemed to have a trace of relief.

　　"Finally, I don't have to run anymore!"

　　During this time of gliding in the air,

　　Squad Leader Misugi Risuke also saw the two Japanese devils following behind him gliding up one after the other.

　　"Very good!

　　I'm about to die, what reason do you have to live?"

　　This was the last thought in Squad Leader Misugi Risuke's mind.

　　In the air, Tian Yongjun saw the last three cavalrymen of this group of Japanese devils shot dead by the infantry brothers on the ground.

　　Only then did he wag his wings,

　　pay his respects to the brothers,

　　and then turn back to continue participating in the encirclement and suppression of the main force of the Japanese devils.

　　Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu issued a retreat order,

　　and Battalion Commander Inoue Naoki immediately took action.

　　In his battalion, the Japanese devils who could get on their horses

　　were already riding their warhorses.

　　Hearing the battalion commander's order,

　　they roared,

　　and immediately ran back.

　　When the aerial attack arrived,

　　these Japanese devils, who were already accustomed to fighting on horseback,

　　dodged the first round of machine gun fire,

　　and began to jump onto their warhorses.

　　Although the regimental commander had just told all the Japanese devils to rest,

　　they all knew:

　　this rest was just dismounting,

　　letting the warhorses rest for a while,

　　to accumulate some strength for the next charge.

　　All the warhorses, with their saddles on, stood next to their masters.

　　When the machine guns swept over,

　　the men and horses who were hit by the bullets fell to the ground,

　　and the people and horses who were not hit by the bullets began to run backward at this time.

　　Some Japanese devils' warhorses died,

　　but the people were still alive.

　　They began to chase after those warhorses that had lost their masters,

　　and had been frightened,

　　trying to become their new masters.

　　Obviously,

　　now was not a good time to tame horses.

　　The smell of gunpowder in the air made the warhorses a little uneasy,

　　especially the attacks from the sky,

　　which frightened the warhorses very much:

　　the "buzzing" of the engine,

　　the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" of bullets whistling,

　　interspersed with the occasional "Boom! Boom!" of exploding shells,

　　all of this made the warhorses afraid to stop.

　　After losing their masters,

　　they began to riot.

　　This turned many Japanese devils who had lost their warhorses into infantrymen.

　　They shouted desperately:

　　"Wait! Wait for me!"

　　Those Japanese devils who had mounted their warhorses,

　　of course, wouldn't stop because of these two calls.

　　Would a warhorse carrying two Japanese devils not be making a joke out of their own lives?

　　No Japanese devil was willing to do this on the battlefield.

　　Moreover, on the battlefield now,

　　bullets were flying wildly in the air,

　　and staying in the same place for one more second was courting death.

　　No Japanese devil was willing to stop.

　　They spurred their horses on and followed Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu, who had retreated first, to chase down the road.

　　The direction of the Japanese devil cavalry regiment immediately attracted Mao Wenxing's attention.

　　He informed the 9th and 10th companies of this situation.

　　These two companies had just annihilated the 1st Battalion of the Japanese devil cavalry.

　　Fearing that there would be a subsequent force of Japanese devils coming to attack,

　　they were still stepping up their efforts to deepen the trenches.

　　After receiving the intelligence,

　　the two company commanders issued the same order by tacit agreement:

　　"Charge out! Clean up the battlefield,

　　pursue the Japanese devil cavalry!"

　　There were indeed many Japanese devils on the warhorses that needed to be cleaned up.

　　Among those Japanese devil cavalrymen,

　　many were seriously injured, and not many were actually dead.

　　These details were not important.

　　The 9th and 10th companies could help them recognize themselves,

　　and send them to heaven!

　　Cleaning up the battlefield could not delay the pursuit of the Japanese devils.

　　The two company commanders discussed it,

　　and each left a platoon to clean up the battlefield.

　　The remaining soldiers quickly pursued the 20th Regiment of Japanese devil cavalry.

　　Although two legs could not outrun four legs,

　　both companies became excited after charging out not far.

　　Although they could not outrun the warhorses in a short distance,

　　there were plenty of Japanese devils on the battlefield who had lost their warhorses,

　　and were escaping with their two short legs.

　　These Japanese devils usually fought on warhorses,

　　and walked on warhorses.

　　Warhorses had long become their hands and feet.

　　Now that they had lost their warhorses,

　　these Japanese devils were far slower than ordinary infantrymen in escaping.

　　They were quickly caught up by the soldiers of the 9th and 10th companies.

　　Company Commander Jiao Anzhi of the 9th Company laughed loudly:

　　"Little Japanese devils! Let you run,

　　run!"

　　Being able to catch up with these twenty-odd Japanese devils in front of him,

　　made the company commander of the 9th Company extremely happy:

　　"These are all Japanese devil cavalrymen!"

　　In this era, the cavalry was still the most elite force.

　　However, these Japanese devils, after losing their warhorses,

　　were even worse than ordinary infantrymen.

　　Of course, Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu knew all of this.

　　He rode his warhorse all the way,

　　seeing those Japanese devils without warhorses,

　　or warhorses without Japanese devils on their backs,

　　not just one or two.

　　But now he couldn't care about so much,

　　escaping for his life was the most important thing!

　　He had been fighting on the battlefield for sixteen years,

　　and today was the most dangerous time.

　　As cavalry,

　　the degree of freedom on the battlefield was very high.

　　They could fight if they wanted to fight,

　　and leave if they wanted to leave.

　　Once they fought and left,

　　the infantry could not keep them no matter what.

　　Today, the situation had changed.

　　This Special Operations Brigade did not know where it had gotten so many aircraft from,

　　and they were so special,

　　flying slowly in the air,

　　chasing his cavalry regiment and strafing them.

　　The maximum speed of their warhorses could reach seventy kilometers per hour,

　　but this maximum speed only lasted for a short while.

　　After running for a while, it would decrease to a speed of forty kilometers per hour.

　　However, although the aircraft in the air were flying slowly,

　　they actually had a speed of one hundred and ten kilometers per hour,

　　chasing after these Japanese devils of the 20th Cavalry Regiment and strafing them fiercely,

　　from the tail to the head,

　　and then turning their heads in front,

　　strafing from the head to the tail.

　　Although the Japanese devil 20th Cavalry Regiment was very spread out,

　　wanting to reduce casualties in this way,

　　the aircraft in the air also spread out,

　　and even Xiao Jianying and the others, these fighter pilots,

　　only left six aircraft to patrol in the air,

　　and the rest of the fighter planes also dived down,

　　chasing and killing these Japanese devils.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro received the retreat order a little late,

　　but this did not hinder him and his squad from escaping.

　　Their squad had just started,

　　when the "buzzing" of the engine and the "tat-tat-tat" of the machine gun sound were catching up from behind.

　　Frightened, they kicked the bellies of their warhorses hard,

　　telling them to work harder,

　　and try to run faster than the plane.

　　Obviously, this idea was unrealistic.

　　The warhorses also knew the seriousness of the situation from the strength of their masters' kicks.

　　They began to sprint.

　　They ran for their lives from the beginning.

　　Even if they were running for their lives,

　　they had not yet been caught up by the aircraft behind them.

　　Machine gun bullets flew past Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro's ears.

　　He shouted loudly, encouraging the Japanese devils around him.

　　But this kind of encouragement was really too weak.

　　This was not a charge during an attack,

　　but a time to escape.

　　The soldiers and their bloodthirstiness that they had accumulated by burning villages and killing civilians along the way,

　　had long been swept away by the machine gun bullets like fallen leaves in the autumn wind,

　　blown to who knows where.

　　Now, Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro only wanted to get rid of the aircraft chasing after him.

　　Fortunately, there was finally a huge shadow overhead.

　　At this time, Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro understood:

　　this was because the aircraft was directly overhead,

　　blocking the sun.

　　At this time, they could not rush too fast.

　　If they rushed fast and ran out of this shadow,

　　that would be crashing into the barrel of someone else's gun.

　　Of course, they could not be slow either.

　　There were still such aircraft chasing them from behind.

　　If possible, Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro was willing to exchange ten years of his life to stay under this aircraft for the entire day today.

　　The idea was good, but it was just a dream.

　　He stayed in the shadow of the aircraft for less than ten seconds,

　　and was abandoned.

　　His squad's direction was the same as the entire 20th Cavalry Regiment's escape direction.

　　This allowed the aircraft chasing them

　　to strafe all the way to the end without any changes.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro watched as warhorses kept falling in front,

　　and Japanese devils kept flying out of the saddle.

　　Whether the warhorses fell or the Japanese devils flew out of the saddle,

　　the outcome was the same:

　　death!

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro felt that he had to make some changes.

　　He and his squad could no longer run like this.

　　So Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro pointed his command saber obliquely to the north,

　　and shouted loudly, "To the north! To the north!"

　　He wanted to lead the team to escape to the north first,

　　and then slowly return to the right path after it was safe.

　　Anyway, Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu of the 20th Cavalry Regiment had just ordered them to return to Huoshan.

　　However, there was not only one road back to Huoshan.

　　There were so many main roads.

　　All roads lead to Huoshan!

　　He wanted to take his squad on a different path.

　　There were not a few Japanese devils who had such thoughts as Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro.

　　Some were alone, some were in groups,

　　some were organized and regimented,

　　and some were spontaneously gathered together.

　　They were like branches growing out of a tree branch,

　　escaping north and south separately.

　　The escape of these Japanese devil cavalrymen

　　immediately caused the pilots in the air to reallocate their forces.

　　There were special people chasing after them.

　　The Japanese devils of Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro's squad

　　immediately turned their horses' heads slightly, looking at the direction of the squad leader's command saber,

　　indicating that the warhorses should rush to the north.

　　There were not a few Japanese devils who had such thoughts as them.

　　At least a hundred Japanese devils followed in the footsteps of Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro.

　　He led these hundred-plus Japanese devil cavalrymen

　　and had just rushed out one or two hundred meters,

　　when the attack from the air was indeed gone.

　　This allowed the Japanese devils to relax a little.

　　The warhorses had been sprinting at high speed for five minutes,

　　and their whole bodies were sweating profusely and panting.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro no longer urged the warhorses.

　　He gently pulled the reins, indicating that the warhorses could run slower,

　　and did not have to work so hard.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro knew:

　　their road back to Huoshan

　　had just begun.

　　If they exhausted the warhorses now,

　　or ruined them,

　　it would probably be impossible to walk back to Huoshan with just two short legs.

　　Although they had departed from Huoshan today,

　　they had traveled this road safely.

　　But this did not mean that no one had designs on them along the way.

　　It was just that when they came, they were a cavalry regiment of more than two thousand Japanese devils,

　　and no ignorant bandits dared to take action.

　　If these Japanese devils without warhorses were to walk,

　　there would definitely be daring bandits who would dare to take action.

　　The bandits now knew:

　　fighting the Japanese devils was a matter of righteousness.

　　No matter how many outrageous things they had done in the past,

　　as long as they killed a few Japanese devils now,

　　and opposed the Japanese devils,

　　they could immediately change people's perceptions of them.

　　This was a risky but very profitable project.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro did not dare to take such a risk.

　　He had just escaped the battlefield,

　　and immediately began to cherish the warhorse under his seat.

　　The squad leader, who was running at the front, slowed down,

　　and the Japanese devils following behind him also slowed down.

　　Most of them were always fleeing with Regimental Commander Fujita Toshimatsu.

　　The people in the sky

　　should not lose the big picture because of the small,

　　and still come to chase and kill such a small group of Japanese devils, right? In fact, Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro had some resentment towards these hundred-plus Japanese devils he had brought out.

　　If only his squad had followed him,

　　the target would be smaller.

　　On this battlefield,

　　the smaller the target, the safer.

　　Of course, away from this battlefield,

　　the bigger the target, the more it could deter those bandits who were hiding somewhere.

　　This was a scale that was difficult to grasp.

　　But Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro could not control it now.

　　He no longer thought about this matter.

　　The warhorse walked forward slowly.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro could feel that the warhorse's sweat had not decreased,

　　but the warhorse's heartbeat was slowing down.

　　This was a good sign.

　　At least it could recover slightly.

　　When they really escaped the battlefield,

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro had to let the warhorse rest well for one night.

　　Just as this team of Japanese devils was relaxing and slowing down,

　　and thoughtfully letting the warhorses catch their breath,

　　the familiar "buzzing" sound was getting closer and closer,

　　suddenly making all the Japanese devils nervous.

　　They all looked back,

　　and saw an aircraft,

　　flying not fast,

　　slowly flying towards them.

　　Without thinking, without guessing,

　　it was coming for these hundred-plus Japanese devils.

　　The pilot was very calm.

　　The distance was a bit far,

　　and the machine gun had not fired.

　　The aircraft was just slowly following behind Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro's team.

　　Although there was no gunfire yet,

　　this group of more than a hundred Japanese devils

　　was already frightened out of their wits,

　　and no longer cared about cherishing their horses' strength.

　　Just now, they were gently pulling the reins, indicating that the warhorses should run slower,

　　and rest.

　　Now, they were all using the backs of their sabers to beat the warhorses' buttocks wildly,

　　and kicking hard at the warhorses' bellies.

　　They just wanted the warhorses to fly up immediately,

　　Although the aircraft in the air was slow,

　　its actual speed was more than twice as fast as the warhorses.

　　Squad Leader Maenozono Ichiro was also beating his warhorse wildly.

　　But his speed was not fast enough,

　　and several Japanese devils had already rushed in front of him.

　　The aircraft behind had not yet fired,

　　and the Japanese devils on the ground had already started running wildly.

　　In fact, as long as the aircraft kept following them like this,

　　in less than half an hour,

　　these Japanese devils would run their warhorses to death themselves.

　　"Tat-tat-tat!"

　　"Tat-tat-tat!"

　　The sound of the machine gun finally rang out.

　　As soon as the gunfire started, Japanese devils fell from their horses.

　　The Japanese devils, who were always on tenterhooks,

　　looked back together:

　　They saw that of the ten-odd Japanese devils at the back of the team,

　　only three were still struggling hard.

　　One of the Japanese devils had bloodstains on his saber.

　　Of course, that blood would not be his own.

　　On the battlefield now,

　　there was only one enemy for the Japanese devils,

　　the pilot high above.

　　The Japanese devils' sabers could not reach him,

　　and their sabers could only cut their own warhorses.

　　In order to escape,

　　this Japanese devil actually gave his warhorse a slash,

　　or more than one slash.

　　The warhorse was in pain,

　　and ran desperately.

　　The effect was indeed there.

　　This Japanese devil actually stood out from the last three cavalrymen,

　　leading the other two Japanese devils by a horse's length.

　　At this time,

　　the shadow of the aircraft enveloped him.

　　He was running in the shadow,

　　and the already frantic warhorse was running desperately.

　　The warhorse was truly frantic