Looking at a mountain is not a mountain, and running up a mountain is exhausting.
Although the sound of gunshots sounded very close, it was really troublesome to pursue them.
Coupled with the fact that they could not distinguish between friends and foes, Gu Dahu and others did not dare to relax and kept alert all the way, which made things even slower.
After stopping and walking, they climbed three mountain ridges in succession. Wang Dashan, who was walking in the front, suddenly waved his hand.
The rest of the people immediately knelt down and raised their muskets.
Although they are not soldiers, they have been fighting various beasts and poisons in the deep mountains and forests all year round, and have long developed their own fighting habits.
Two men climbed up the tree trunk neatly, holding powerful crossbows and looking down from a high position.
In such a dark and complicated place, crossbows are actually more useful than muskets.
Seeing that the others were ready, Wang Dashan took two people out from behind the bunker and stepped forward step by step.
In this process, you must not go in a straight line, and the speed must change all the time.
This is what the National Defense Forces taught them, and it can effectively avoid musket fire.
The three of them carefully touched the side of the stream and finally saw clearly what was happening.
Wang Dashan gestured to the back, and Gu Dahu quickly brought people up. At the same time, the others scattered around to form a warning.
Behind the rocks by the stream, a skinny and embarrassed woman was hiding.
The woman was holding a stone knife in her hand. Looking at the group of big men surrounding her, her whole body was shaking, and she was shouting something in a low voice.
"Xiucai, what are you talking about?"
The scholar was not a real scholar, but Huo Wei, a top student from the School of Geography at Central University.
The reason why he appeared in the expedition team was to survey the features of this far north land and use it as graduation material.
But since he is a top student, he naturally learns things very quickly. Within a year of coming here, he has mastered the local indigenous language.
Howie distinguished it carefully.
"It sounds like it's Mongolian, but it's a little different."
He calmed down, raised his hands and gestured to the woman to show that they meant no harm. Then he started to ask questions in Mongolian.
Their languages were somewhat different, but they had a lot in common. After a lot of effort, they finally figured out the situation.
"She said her name was Munda and she was from a nearby tribe. This morning a group of devils broke into their tribe and killed many people, including her husband and father, and also captured all the women. She
Those devils ran out while they were not paying attention, and ended up meeting us."
Gu Dahu and others heard the gunfire, so they naturally knew it was not some devil or wild beast.
"Ask her where the tribe is? We can help her save her people."
After hearing these words, the woman immediately became excited and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Then she jumped up and danced and pointed in one direction.
Gu Dahu had already made up his mind.
"Give her something to eat and let her lead the way. Also, prepare to fight."
He was already very sure that the person who shot just now was definitely not one of his own.
Although the various expedition teams of the empire here are not good people, the empire has strict orders and must not slaughter primitive tribes at will.
Although the expedition team encountered some vicious tribes and took action, since they also robbed women and wealth, it was definitely not the style of the expedition team.
If this kind of thing is found out, people will die.
Howe took out a sausage from his bag and handed it to Munda.
Munda was obviously hungry after running for so long. When he smelled the aroma of food, he immediately started devouring it and no longer felt that these people were scary.
She was obviously very worried about her tribe, and was leading the way while eating.
More than a hundred people quickly moved through the virgin forest, all of them as strong as tigers, but they didn't disturb anything.
When they came to Munda's tribe, it had been razed to the ground.
The tents, wooden houses, and huts were all burned to the ground, and the pits next to them were filled with corpses. But there were only men's, not women's.
Apparently women have been taken away as trophies.
Munda saw the corpses of his father and husband, looking away and crying, obviously unable to help.
However, the expedition team are all the most powerful hunters in the mountains and forests, and it's time to show off.
"Gebulshan, can you catch up?"
A man in the team is full of confidence.
"This group of people is so arrogant that they have no hidden traces at all. We will definitely catch them by tomorrow morning at the latest."
After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, ordinary Manchus had to live.
Especially former warriors and hunters, they simply cannot adapt to ordinary life, so expeditions have become their best destination.
And after they arrived here, they really felt like a fish in water. Not only did they have a place to use, they also earned a lot of wealth and improved the lives of themselves and their families.
Gu Dahu made a prompt decision.
"Old Thirteen, take two people back and inform the National Defense Forces of the situation. The rest will wait and continue the pursuit."
On autumn nights, it is even colder in the mountains and forests of the far north. However, the pursuing expedition team is not afraid and moves forward under the darkness of night.
Fortunately, the clothes he wore were very effective in keeping out the cold, and he had a variety of food to replenish his energy. As a result, after chasing him all night, the guy didn't suffer any damage except being slightly tired.
In the morning mist, Wang Dashan and Ge Bulshan ran back in a hurry.
"Brother, we found that group of people. They are indeed Rakshasa ghosts."
Finally catching up with the enemy, everyone was very excited, except Gu Dahu who was calmer.
He took out the map, made some drawings, and frowned.
"Why did the Rakshasa ghost come here?"
He looked at Munda.
"What's ahead?"
Unexpectedly, Munda just shook his head.
She is a young woman from a primitive tribe. The farthest place she has traveled in her life is no more than a hundred miles, and she knows nothing else.
Gu Dahu didn't get the answer, so he didn't care. Instead, he marked it on the map with a pen.
This is one of the tasks assigned by the empire.
Every time the expedition team visits a strange area, they must mark it on the map accordingly.
In this way, when the National Defense Forces follow up, they can quickly improve the map based on these marks, which really saves a lot of effort.
"How many people are there on the other side?"
"There are about seventy of them, with about forty muskets, and the rest are bows, arrows and cold weapons."
Once he heard about this equipment, Gu Dahu no longer had any worries.
"Let's go, kill them, it's best to capture a few prisoners."
The discovery of Rakshasa people in such a place was beyond the expectations of the expedition team.
Because according to the estimation of the National Defense Force, the Rakshasa people are still far away. They must figure out what is going on with the Rakshasa people who appear here.
The sun has not yet emerged from the top of the mountain in the east, and the earth is dark and unclear. The expedition team formed a fighting formation, like a pride of hunting lions, and moved forward.
In the clearing beside the woods in the distance, a few simple tents are very conspicuous.
Women like Munda were tortured all night and were forced to boil water and cook, like slaves.
A group of guys with blond hair, blue eyes and thick beards started drinking and having fun early in the morning. They looked crazy like ghosts.
They let their guard down so completely that their muskets were piled aside, unaware that danger was coming.
This scene made Gu Dahu extremely happy.
He raised his hands, and the others raised their guns.
As soon as his palm fell, a hail of bullets hit these Rakshasa ghosts.
At this time, Gu Dahu had no idea what the next battle meant.
A new historical curtain is slowly opening because of them!