After fighting for more than 20 days and suffering heavy casualties, Tsarist Russia's black double-headed eagle flag with gold background still flew on the city wall of Barguzin Fort.
These days, King Zhu Ruodeng of Ji has fully experienced the cruelty of war, and he has gradually become mature.
"Bang", in the lens of the telescope, a flaming ladder truck suddenly burst into pieces and scattered. Several people on the vehicle were on fire, rolling and screaming. Then, the horn sounded to withdraw the troops back to the camp, and Tuba
Se Leng, Bier Tahar and the generals retreated slowly.
Zhu Ruodeng sighed, it seemed like he was going to return without success again today.
"General, the newly arrived Rakshasa reinforcements are hiding on the west side of Barguzin Mountain", the sentinel sent the news of the Rakshasa reinforcements.
After Zhu Ruodeng heard about it, a trace of annoyance flashed across his brows. It was getting late today, and the Barguzin Mountain was covered with cedars. The mountain was high and the forest was dense. He attacked at night and the enemy's situation was unclear. He was accidentally ambushed by the enemy. But if he waited until
Tomorrow, this group of ghosts will probably camp somewhere else.
The Tsarist Russian General Karaway who came from Yakutsk was a veteran colonist. He had retired at home and was re-employed by the Tsar. Franzbekov asked him to lead the army to rescue Barguzin Fort. He prepared a lot of
Sleds and tents are speeding through this forest and snowfield.
This cunning enemy changed his campsite almost every day and never had a head-on confrontation with the Ming army. He would fight when he encountered a small group of Ming troops, but dodge when he encountered a large group of troops. This made it difficult for the Ming army to attack the city with all its strength, and its morale also dropped. Zhu Ruodeng wants to fight to the death and attack the city with all his strength, but he must first solve the problem of low morale. How can we fight a war without morale?
He looked for Lu Shiyi gloomily, "Mr. Lu, the Barguzin Fort is very strong, and the Rakshasa people are cunning. I want to fight the Rakshasa ghosts to the death. Is there any good way to boost the morale of our army?"
"Your Highness, it is not difficult to improve morale. All you need to do is retreat. The soldiers are exhausted after a long battle and encountered a fortified city. They suffered heavy casualties, so morale will naturally drop. As long as you order the retreat back to Vernelensk Castle to rest, morale will naturally recover."<
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"Retreat?"
Zhu Ruodeng looked at Lu Shiyi angrily, "Sir, don't you know that our army only has more than two months of food and grass left? If we withdraw to the Upper Lensk Fort, we might as well move our troops directly back to the DPRK!"
A true celebrity will never get angry no matter how provoked you are. Although he was snatched away by King Ji, Lu Shiyi was not impatient and showed his true qualities as a celebrity. "Your Highness, you know that many battles are won during the retreat."
"If we retreat, the Rakshasa people will definitely pursue us. Why not leave an ambush while retreating? The enemy will definitely be captured without help."
Zhu Ruodeng was stunned, then laughed, "Sir, sir, why do you always like to speak half of your words and leave the other half behind? It makes me anxious at one moment, and happy at the next."
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Relying on the fortified city and with reinforcements, Duke Golitsyn became increasingly calm. After patrolling the city defenses that day, he went to the Governor's Mansion to rest for a while, holding the "Chronicles of Past Years" (also known as "Chronicles") in his hands.
Take a look.
This book was written by Nestor and tells the history of East Slavia and Oros from the legendary period to the beginning of the twelfth century. Golitsyn, who came from a well-known family, is a history buff and loves reading history books most of his life.
I can’t put it down.
"Your Excellency, the sentry on the watchtower discovered a Ming army boat fishing in Lake Baikal." While he was looking through the history books, Anziforka came over happily.
"Fishing?"
Golitsyn was surprised when he heard this, and then he was happy. Could it be that the Ming army was almost running out of food and fodder? "Let's go to the top of the city to have a look." After saying that, he took Anziforka to the lookout on the castle.
Tower.
A telescope is a good thing, allowing you to see distant scenery at a glance. In the lens, there are more than a hundred small boats of the Ming army setting up nets for fishing on Lake Baikal.
Golitsyn chuckled to himself. It was early October, and it was close to the ice-free period. In another month, Lake Baikal would freeze. Besides, how many fish can be caught in the cold weather?
"Duke, it seems that the Ming army is going to run out of food, so they have to organize people to fish. Once they run out of food, they can fight back," Anziforka said.
Golitsyn looked at it for a while and nodded, "What you said makes sense. I will immediately notify General Callaway and wait until his food is exhausted to attack him together."
After five days, there was no smoke in the Ming army's camp.
"Report, Your Majesty the Duke, the Ming army has retreated." The Russian sentry found that the enemy had deserted the camp and hurriedly reported.
Duke Golitsyn quickly sent people to investigate and found that the Ming army had indeed left the camp. He was overjoyed and ordered a pursuit out of the city. Because he was afraid that the Ming army would escape far, he sent Karawi and 1,500 soldiers from Yakutsk as the vanguard.
.Calaway’s men all have sleds and can move like flying in the snow. They should be able to catch up with the Ming army.
Heavy snow covered the footprints of the Ming army, leaving the Rakshasa people with only the endless forest and snowy plains.
But this did not trouble the veteran Callaway. He released dozens of Siberian Huskies to sniff the horse dung of the Ming army's horses to track them. This kind of dog, also known as Husky, has a docile temperament and an excellent sense of smell. Soon, they were looking for
We arrived at the traces of the Ming army.
"Tell every Cossack that for every Ming army he kills, he will be rewarded with ten rubles," Karaway shouted in order to boost morale.
When they heard that they would be rewarded for killing the enemy, the Cossacks were overjoyed and rode on sleds one after another, speeding up their march, followed by Duke Golitsyn's army.
Finally, in a mountain forest, I caught up with the Ming army's rear army.
"Attack", the white-haired veteran Callaway excitedly issued the military order.
"Ula~"
"Ula~"
"Ula~"
The Cossacks shouted and charged towards the rear of the Ming army.
The person in charge of the rear team was Sanyin Nuoyanbo Danjin of the Ming army. Seeing that the Rakshasa army was very powerful, Danjin turned his horse and left. As he walked, he made an exaggerated movement and shouted "Quick retreat". "Want to escape?"
Callaway's eyes narrowed, and he ordered a fierce pursuit, gradually pursuing him deep into the forest.
Deep in the forest, there are four thousand soldiers and horses led by Pucheng Hou Ma Bao and Yuan An Bo Chen Youlong.
"Soldiers, follow me and kill the Rakshasa ghosts fiercely," Ma Bao shouted, rushing towards the Rakshasa army first, taking away every life with the tanning whip gun in his hand.
"Kill!"
Chen Youlong couldn't hold himself back anymore. The thick-backed pointed knife in his hand flew up and down, killing the Rakshasa people until they cried for father and mother.
"No, hurry up and get in formation!"
Finding himself surrounded by the Ming army, Callaway was shocked and hurriedly organized his troops to form a formation. He wanted to hold off the Ming army until Duke Golitsyn's army arrived.
However, the Ming army had already rushed forward, so how could they arrange their formation in such a hurry? They were all killed in pieces.
Callaway brandished his machete and slashed with all his might, when suddenly he saw a thin figure rushing in front of him.
"Come down," Chen Youlong shouted. He pulled Callaway off his horse, called around to get ropes and tied him up.
Seeing the look of horror on Callaway's face, Chen Youlong laughed loudly, "I will skin countless people, but I have never skinned a Rakshasa ghost, so you will be the first one."