My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 33

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Zhang Wensheng didn't even groan after being shot, and turned over and fell off the horse.

Because he was walking in the field and the land was uneven, he rolled twice after planting it, and lay face down on the edge of the corn field.

It happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.In the eyes of the more than 100 soldiers, it was just a bang of a gunshot, and the two officers all fell off their horses, and then the horses were frightened, several fell off, and those who were not carrying people also neighed and stomped back and forth.

In this situation, it is impossible for them to stabilize themselves.

There were cornfields on both sides. They were not on the high ground, so they couldn't see anyone shooting at all. Those who had guns in their hands immediately shot randomly into the fields.

I fell into a daze and was awakened by a series of gunshots from them. I found that several officers of the horse team ignored me and were yelling loudly, busy trying to stabilize their own people. Only the commanders of the [-]th and [-]th battalions jumped off their horses to check first. Zhang Wensheng, after all, in their hearts, this is their own chief.

They pushed and yelled a few times, and found that Adjutant Zhang hadn't moved at all, and knew that something was wrong.At this time, the sound of gunfire was chaotic, and suddenly two more soldiers were shot.Everyone shouted, "There is an ambush in the ground", and there were wailing sounds of being shot and not shot, because there was no one to command, and it didn't look like a trained army at all.

Amidst the scattered gunfire, the Seventh Battalion Commander came to help me up: Young Marshal, are you okay?

I grabbed his shoulder: Is Adjutant Zhang okay?Why is he not moving?

The Seventh Battalion Commander said: "I touched it, but it's not dead yet."Young Marshal, if you have nothing to do, don't get on the horse, you are a real target if you get on the horse like this.I was so anxious that tears came out: Since he is not dead yet, can we rescue him again!

The commander of the Seventh Battalion said: "Push it and don't move at all. I guess it will die soon."Young commander, you are not dead yet, am I here to rescue you?

I cried, "How are you going to rescue me in such a mess?"

The Seventh Battalion Commander said: We will take you back now.

He did what he said, and he was going to grab my arm and drag me up.There were a few more sporadic gunshots, and a bullet grazed his arm. He let go, and immediately raised his gun to fight back.

At this time, everyone was not as flustered as they were at the beginning, and gradually learned to look for ambushes based on the shaking of the corn stalks.The commander of the [-]th Battalion was very brave. He jumped directly on the army horse, condescending, drove the horse back and forth to point out the location for everyone, and supervised the battle loudly.

Although several people were lost, the remaining people quickly lined up in two rows back to back, and fired back at the green straw fields on both sides.

The Seventh Battalion Commander saw that I couldn't get up by myself, and I didn't draw out my gun to fight back. Now there was a possibility of getting back, and the situation was not too bad, so he yelled at me: "Young commander, come behind me!"

I listened to his words, carefully crawled a few steps on the muddy floor covered with a thick layer of floating ash, and hid behind him.When he looked up and saw Zhang Wensheng lying on his stomach not far away, he simply climbed a few more steps to reach his side.

Zhang Wensheng was lying there, still looking like he had fallen, and there was no big bloodstain, so it was really hard to judge whether he was alive or dead.

I was a little afraid to touch him, thinking for a moment that if I poked my finger out, what I would touch would be a stiff dead man.

I called him twice and he said no, but I noticed that his back was still heaving slightly. I was overjoyed and turned to the Commander of the Seventh Battalion and shouted: He is still alive!Come and have a look!

The commander of the Seventh Battalion was busy fighting back. He glanced back at me and then turned back to start robbing. He shouted: "There will be nothing in a while!"

He said all this kind of nonsense, and I was so angry that I had nothing to say, and I made up my mind that even if I had to recite it myself, I would recite this not dead guy back.

I was about to turn Zhang Wensheng over to check the wound, when suddenly there was a crash from the gap in the corn field, and two masked men rushed out from the stalk in front of me.

But instead of holding guns, the two of them brandished a pair of cast iron broadswords, the back of each knife was as thick as a finger, which showed their amazing arm strength.One of the two ran to me, and the other to Zhang Wensheng, who was lying dead, and they slashed head-on, without asking any questions, ignoring whether we were humans or ghosts.

I let out a cry—at this moment, Adjutant Zhang, who was lying on the ground and was about to die, slapped his palms on the ground, jumped up suddenly, knocked down a big man with one leg, and threw two fists at the other. one face.

I saw him grab the masked bandit by the neck, and was about to applaud him, when suddenly he retched a couple of times, a few strands of blood flowed out from his mouth, and the big man grabbed his arm and threw him on the ground .

This time he was on his back, and I could see clearly that there was indeed a bullet hole in his heart.Under the noon sun, the small hole still faintly leaked golden light.

Could it be that even the blood of the immortal gods is golden juice and jade liquid?That's not right, this person seems to be vomiting red blood.

While I was thinking wildly, the big man on the ground also jumped up and rushed towards me again with a knife in his hand.

I screamed: Seventh Battalion Commander! ! !

The commander of the Seventh Battalion thought I still wanted him to save Zhang Wensheng, so he was very impatient, and this time he didn't even look back: no!

At this time, there was a partridge whistling in the corn field.The two big men looked at each other and rushed towards me together.

I saw that they were still holding knives in their hands, but they didn't intend to cut me any more. Instead, they pulled out two black cloth bags from their arms, held my hands down, and put my head on