Chapter 512 King Hong Tian’s Promised Land (please book, vote)
At dawn, on the southern foot of Tuofeng Mountain.
Zuo Zongtang walked through the battlefield where corpses were everywhere, and the barrels of several 32-pound heavy front-mounted smoothbore guns were still emitting blue smoke.
Yu Wanqing rode a tall maroon horse covered with mud on his lower body and led a team of cavalry escorted to the captives: "A total of more than 370 living people were captured, do you want it?" He made a killing gesture.
, but a gentle smile was everywhere on his face.
"How many have you run back?" Zuo Zongtang asked softly at more than a hundred mud covered in mud, like Russian soldiers rolling out of the mud.
"Not less than a thousand," Yu Wanqing said happily, "It's a great victory! From Tuofeng Mountain to Signal Mountain, the mud all the way is full of the corpses of the Russians, and I'm afraid it's less than three thousand!"
"Send them all to Muravyov," Zuo Zongtang raised his hand and pointed at the group of Russian soldiers like mud monkeys. "I have a handwritten letter from King Luo Wu, and find an official from them.
Take it to Muravyov.”
As he said that, he took out a fire-lacquered envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Han Yulin, who appeared beside him at some time.
Han Yulin took the envelope and spoke in a stiff French: "Is there anyone who can understand French? Here comes His Royal Highness's prophecy, and I will hand it over to your Governor Muravyov!"
"I, I can speak French." A young officer with a pale face limped out of the crowd barefoot.
"Name, military rank?" Han Yulin asked in French.
"Feradimir Chernesov, Cavalry Lieutenant." The young officer replied in a hoarse voice.
Han Yulin took a few steps forward and handed the envelope to the Russian cavalry lieutenant named Chernesov, and said to him word by word in stiff French: "Lieutenant, your future is in the New World, all of you
The future is in the new world!”
"New, New World?" Feradimir Chernesov took the envelope and looked at Han Yulin confusedly, "Why?"
Han Yulin just smiled but didn't answer, then took out a French version of "The True Agreement" and handed it to the young officer, then patted him on the shoulder: "Go back, go back to Muravijov, let
He takes you to the New World!”
Muravyov stood on the watchtower of the Signal Mountain Fortress, the smell of blood and smoke mixed with the burning sensation of vodka rushed straight to his forehead. He could no longer remember how he escaped from the Taiping Army's pursuit.
He was not even sure whether he had really escaped. A group of defeated Russian soldiers struggling in the mud appeared in his sight, each of whom was leaning on a wooden stick, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and came towards the Signal Mountain Fortress with difficulty.
"Some children are back," Muravyov said to the guards and staff beside him in a hoarse voice: "Send someone to bring them back!"
A team of Cossack cavalry galloped out, and soon a young cavalry lieutenant was helped to the Governor. "Governor, this is." The young cavalry lieutenant hesitated for a moment, "This is the angel of the Chinese.
Your handwritten letter!”
"Angel. Is it a handwritten letter to me?" Muravyov knew who the "Chinese angel" was referring to. How could that person write to himself in the distant Jiangnan of China? And this letter is still at this critical moment.
Delivered
Thinking of this, he immediately took the envelope, took out the dagger, crushed the varnish, took out the letter paper, and then saw a few lines of beautiful English style: Dear Governor Muravyov, if you see it
The letter I wrote shows that you have been in trouble at the Petropavlovsk Fortress. However, even if you are not in trouble at the Petropavlovsk Fortress, your struggle on the Far East battlefield will not change at all.
The dilemma faced on the battlefield of Crimea.
Because simple defense cannot win the war, and the gains and losses of the Petropavlovsk Fortress on the Kamchatka Peninsula are even more irrelevant to the overall situation for Britain. The Kamchatka Peninsula does not belong to Britain, and they have no intention of it there.
. Instead of doing nothing or trapping the dangerous city in the Petropavlovsk Fortress, you and your subordinates should think about what would they do if they were in your current position? It was trapped,
Before the encirclement was closed, we broke through the sea to the new continent and burned the war to the empty colony of the British.
Seeing this, Muravyov's hand holding the letter paper was unconsciously clenched into a fist, and a fire of hope was burning again in his heart.
At the same time, in a brothel frequented by gold diggers in Fort Victoria, North America, Popov suddenly woke up from a nightmare and shouted, waking up a red-haired Irish prostitute beside him. He was gasping for a heavy breath
He was so angry that he found that he was not soaking in the cold sea water, but lying on the soft bed. When he looked up, he suddenly saw the extremely familiar statue of Hong Xiuquan.
The statue is placed on an altar, with an oriental incense burner in front of it and a full furnace of incense ash.
"He, he, who is he?" Popov asked loudly in English.
"Son of God, brother of Christ!" the prostitute replied in a pious voice.
"No!" Popov yelled, "God has no this Son, and Christ has no this Brother."
The Irish prostitute widened her eyes and looked at the ruler of Fort Victoria, but kept marking crosses on her chest, muttering words.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"
A sudden knock on the door sounded, and a quick and urgent Russian came from outside: "Captain, something happened to the captain, come and have a look!"
This is a subordinate of Popov, with the same name as the current Tsar, and is both named Alexander.
Popov jumped out of the bed, grabbed his clothes and pants and put them on his body, and then took out a small piece of gold he snatched into Fort Victoria two days ago and threw it to the prostitute who was superstitious Hong Xiuquan, and then headed
He pushed the door open and walked out without looking back.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Cossack, wearing a woolen coat that I didn't know who I was carrying, stood outside the door with a smoothbore gun, looking panicked, and shouted when he saw Popov.
: "They are here! They are here!"
"Who? Who is coming?" Popov asked.
"Chinese! Taiping Army!" Alexander shouted.
Popov was not surprised. He didn't know that the Chinese deliberately let him leave Chichagov Island? And the purpose of these cunning Eastern demons must be to use them to seize the rich and empty Victorian region of the British.
This area has fertile plains and the temperature is quite pleasant. It can be maintained above freezing point in the coldest winter! It is warmer in summer and is very suitable for crop growth. It is much better than Alaska in the snowy and ice!
"Go! Go and have a look!"
Popov roared and ran to the watchtower in the town with Alexander.
On the Georgia Strait, eight modified whaling ships with the Talisman Dragon Flag were sailing, breaking through the blue water and heading towards the depths of the strait, without paying attention to Fort Victoria on Vancouver Island.
Popov on the watchtower put down his telescope and exhaled a breath, then turned to Alexander Avenue beside him: "Sasha, the Chinese people's goal is not that we are wrong, they actually need us! Our existence is that they are stationed in the Strait of Georgia
The excuse for soldiers! These cunning Chinese people are all believers of the devil!”
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
"The coach of the brigade, that's Victoria Fort, and the Russian double-headed eagle flag is still hanging. Popov must be there!"
Wang Tieniu put down his telescope, pointed his hand at Fort Victoria in the north of the Georgia Strait, and shouted at Yu Dabao who was hiding in the cabin.
"Let them go! Let's not have his Victoria Fort, we have a better rich land in the depths of the Georgia Strait, which is the promised land of the Heavenly King."
Yu Dabao narrowed his eyes and said what he heard from Luo Yaoguo before leaving Shanghai. It was still far from his destination, so he didn't even have the interest to take a look at him from the cabin. It was Aliushou, who had been wrapped in military flags.
The girl happily rushed out of the cabin, stood beside Wang Tieniu, held Wang Tieniu's arm, raised her hand to point to the vast land south, and shouted in Russian: "Gold, gold, there is gold! Cossacks like the most, Ukraine
Nora doesn't like it, so she will give it to Mr. Tieniu if she finds it."
Unara is the name of this Aleutian girl. She speaks Russian and has half of Russian blood. She seems to be very slim and comes here from Chichagov Island.
Wang Tieniu also speaks some Russian. When he was in Vladivostok, he followed a few Shanxi businessmen who were doing business with the Russians - Zuo Zongtang asked them to teach their young officers to teach some Russian and Russian customs.
It’s considered to know yourself and your enemy.
So Wang Tieniu and Unara, two people who should have nothing to do with each other, can now talk about it.
"How did you know there is gold there? Have you been here?" Wang Tieniu asked.
"Come," said Ulana, "a year ago, he followed Mr. Popov to do business with the master there, and there were many people like Tie Niu there."
She was Popov's serf. Popov went out to do business and naturally had to bring some serfs. Once she took her.
"A person like me?" Wang Tieniu laughed and asked Ulana, "Are those Chinese people the masters there?"
Ulana shook her head and smiled, "The masters there are all white people. Like Popov, and like Iron Cattle, they are all serfs of white masters, mining and farming for the white masters!"
"Serf? Haha," Wang Tieniu laughed and muttered in Chinese, "These people are not doing well! It seems that the matter in the world is still up to the gun!"
Chapter completed!