Bil Tahar's thousand Mongolian cavalry, Franzbekov's thousand Rakshasa troops, Agula's 300 Okvin soldiers, a total of 2,300 troops came to rescue Iraq in a mighty manner.
Garka Fort.
When they arrived, Hada, the chief of the Chufan tribe who was guarding the fort, had reached the most critical moment. Half of his three hundred Chufan warriors were killed by the cannons and muskets fired by the Rakshasa people. His left arm was injured, but he still could not survive the bloody battle.
Retreat.
"Well, we can capture this castle with another assault." Vasilev put down his telescope with satisfaction. This time he brought 70 veterans and 900 mercenaries. Although in the siege just now,
There were dozens of casualties during the battle, but as long as Igarka Castle could be recaptured, this loss was nothing.
Thinking of the military success he was about to receive, he felt very beautiful.
Still the same sentence: Beautiful mood is always short-lived.
"General Governor, reinforcements from the Ming Army are here," the voice of the sentry suddenly woke him up.
He picked up his telescope and discovered the Ming army in the south. There were thousands of people all over the mountains and plains. He couldn't help but look solemn and ordered to change the formation to face the Ming army.
The reindeer-carrying artillery cart turned around, and the muzzles of the ten bronze cannons glowed with a cold air. Mangazea's mercenaries began to set up their spears and load ammunition.
Judging from the appearance, the Bier Tahar Division of the Ming Army was the most well-equipped. Not only were their war horses equipped with saddles and shackles, but the soldiers were also all wearing armor, carrying long bows, holding spears, and sabers, and they were carrying murderous intent. But this man was helpless.
Since his participation in the war, Uncle Guo has suffered more defeats and fewer wins, and he became a little jealous when he saw the Rakshasa soldiers with sophisticated firearms. Therefore, he placed a thousand Mongolian cavalry under his command behind the formation to serve as a supervisory team.
Just as Lu Shiyi said, this man is not good at fighting, but he is enough to serve as a supervisor. He showed the style of a general and called Franzbekov to him, "Bratsko, you will lead the army into battle."
, If you dare to retreat, you will advance and never retreat. If you dare to retreat, you will engage in military law!"
"Yes!"
Franzbekov had the unique rigor of the Germans and immediately and meticulously prepared for the attack after receiving the military order. He knew that the general was the uncle of the Ming Dynasty and his sister was the favorite concubine of the Ming Dynasty emperor. He could never afford to offend him. Bier Tahar sat proudly on a rouge horse. This kind of horse is also called Yanqi horse. "The whole body is as red as charcoal, without even a hair. It is ten feet long from head to tail, and from hoof to neck."
, eight feet high; screaming and roaring, it looks like it is flying into the sea." It is said that Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms and Wu Sangui of the Ming Dynasty rode this kind of horse.
A thousand Mongolian cavalry led by Horqin began to dismount, holding bows and arrows, and lined up in a row to supervise the battle. They received military orders to advance or retreat in this battle. Anyone who was afraid of the battle would be shot to death with random arrows. p>
Under the coercion of the supervising team, Franzbekov led a thousand Rakshasa troops to slowly attack Vasilev's army formation.
Bi'er Tahar smiled and made a wishful thinking. If the battle was won, he, as the general, would naturally be the first to take credit; if the battle was lost, his headquarters would be in the rear and he would have time to escape.
"Your Majesty, I will ask you to go around to the flanks of the Rakshasa ghosts and attack them." Just as he was thinking about the pros and cons, the chief of the Okwen tribe, Agula, loudly asked for a fight.
"You?"
Bil Tahar glanced at Agula and his three hundred warriors with some contempt. These soldiers had disheveled hoods, no armor, and were covered with animal skins. The weapons in their hands were all kinds of mess. They were more like an army than an army.
It is said that a group of wild people in the mountains burst out three words from the tooth flowers: "Can it be done?"
His contempt deeply stimulated Agula, "If the general cannot succeed, he will be willing to accept military punishment!"
Bi'er Tahar thought that there were just local soldiers on the left and right, and he wouldn't feel bad if they all died. He waved his hand lightly and said, "Go ahead."
On March 1, the 14th year of the reign of Emperor Guangwu of the Ming Dynasty, the battle of Igarka Fort began.
"Warriors, for the sake of your families, move forward." Franzbekov drew out his sword and charged in person. He knew that as a traitor general, he had no way out. If he wanted to avoid being hanged by the Tsar, he had no choice but to kill him.
The Tsar stepped on him. Hearing him mention his family members who were under the control of the Ming army, the surrender soldiers mustered up their courage and launched a charge.
Seeing that the master was desperate, his former butler, the Ming Army Commander-in-Chief Xie Ming also urged the headquarters to move forward bravely.
The phalanx of descending troops surged forward, row after row.
"Fire!" Vasilev shouted.
Manic artillery shells exploded in the surrender, but these people were not afraid. In order to show their merit to the new master, they broke out with extremely strong combat power.
"Shoot!"
"Shoot!"
The commanders of both sides issued military orders to shoot, and dense bullets were like locusts, flying back and forth in opposite directions. People kept falling, and people kept filling the gaps.
As the distance got closer, Xie Ming pulled out his sword, shouted "Ula", and rushed towards the Rakshasa army. This sword is one meter and a half long, with a blunt head, a wide and thin blade, and a handle above the handle.
There is a section without an edge, which is very suitable for "cutting". With a clean sword, he knocked down an enemy.
"Ula~Ula~Ula~"
The surrender soldiers followed Xie Ming and rushed forward. Although they surrendered to Ming Dynasty, they still used to shout "Ula" when charging.
"Hurrah", Vasilev shouted, and chopped down a surrender soldier with his machete.
Ula~Ula~Ula~"
The Rakshasa soldiers faced the surrender and fought in a melee.
The appearance of both sides is exactly the same. If the soldiers were not wearing Ming army uniforms, it would be difficult to tell the enemy from us.
The fierce fighting lasted from early morning to dusk, and the level of cruelty shocked Bil Tahar, who was supervising the battle.
""Ouch~owoo~owoo~"
Wolf howls appeared on the battlefield, and Agula, the chief of the Okwen wolf tribe who had circled the flank of the Rakshasa people, arrived with 300 soldiers and unexpectedly broke into the Rakshasa army's formation. He was extremely brave, like a wild wolf. This sudden blow caused the Rakshasa Army to panic and collapse.
Seeing that the enemy's defeat had been exposed, Bier Tahar became energetic and shouted to his subordinates: "Hurry up and mount your horse and follow me to kill the enemy." This uncle is very good at fighting with the wind.
"Da~da~da~"
The Mongolian cavalry roared in and chased the fleeing enemies.
Vasilev was about to cry and struggled to escape back to New Mangazeya by sleigh boat. The reindeer pulling the boat was frightened and actually pulled him towards the Ming army's formation.
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"My God! Have you abandoned me?" Warlord Mangazea closed his eyes in despair.
"God! Vasilev, my friend, it's so good to see you again!"
He heard a familiar voice. It was Franzbekov. They had invaded the Lena River Basin together.
"Bah! Who is your friend? Franzbekov, you traitor, betrayed His Majesty the Tsar and Russia, you damn thing should be hanged!" Vasilev yelled.
"Hahaha!"
Franzbekov laughed and said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I am living very well in the Ming Dynasty, and I have been honored as an earl, Brazkobo. But you, have you thought about how to die?"
This bitch doesn't want to miss me anymore and wants to kill me? Vasilev was shocked and his face turned gloomy.
Haha, this bitch still wants to pretend to be a hero in front of me. After knowing each other for so many years, who doesn’t know each other? Franzbekov looked at the words and felt secretly proud.
He smiled jokingly and said: "What a pity, Your Excellency, you are going to die soon. Then, our army will seize Mangazea, your luxurious mansion, your beautiful wife and slave girl, and the hard-won looted
All the rare treasures, but they don’t belong to you!”
When he mentioned the "rare and rare treasures that were obtained with great difficulty", he emphasized his tone.
When he heard that the wealth he had worked so hard to accumulate was about to be owned by others, Vasilev's heart was bleeding and his face turned pale. Over the years, he had really made a lot of money by guarding the wealthy Mangazeya. But
He is stingy by nature, but he is reluctant to spend even a copper coin.
No, no matter what, I have to keep my wealth!
Thinking of this, he lowered his body and begged in a pleading tone: "Franzbekov, my old friend, for the sake of God, help me.
There is an idiom called being confident, and Franzbekov is currently in this situation. He smiled faintly, "My friend, let's make a deal. You help us persuade Mangazeya to surrender, and we guarantee your life."