I

   Chapter 857 853 [Forest Battle]

(The research information shows that you can go directly to Yakutsk by walking the Jingqili River. Lao Wang was misled by this information. In the previous chapter, a book friend mentioned the problem of going forward and backward. Lao Wang carefully looked at the map and found that he had to walk for a while land.

   This route was not explored by Khabarov. It was another Cossack leader who starved to death more than 40 people, ate more than 50 people, and tried his best to explore the route.

   Therefore, the previous chapter was revised. The Datong Army sent 500 troops, and the warships only sailed to the upper reaches of the tributary of the Jingqili River. Then carry the Cossack boat and Daur boat, walk a certain distance, and sail to another river. Only a dozen or so cannons were brought, because the land route needed to climb mountains, so it was impossible to bring too many cannons. )

   Just as Franzbekov was preparing for a **** battle, a Cossack leader suddenly led his men away.

   "Come back quickly, winter is coming, you will die if you escape!"

   Franzbekov shouted anxiously.

  The Cossack leader turned a deaf ear, and even ran faster, and even more Cossacks escaped.

  Frantzbekov finally followed suit, shouting as he ran, "Flee and fight in the forest to the south!"

   There are also forests in the tundra.

  Zhang Tingxun followed the troops to chase southward, passing through a reclaimed farmland, the ground ahead was covered with moss, and it kept slipping while running.

  The Datong army outflanking in the west had already scattered the hunters who escaped from Siberia, and attacked the Cossacks who were trying to rush into the forest from the side.

  Frantzbekov could only flee to the southeast, entering the forest almost at the same time as the Datong army chasing from the side.

  The Cossack leader who escaped the fastest suddenly brought people back. It is estimated that they also want to understand that if they do not take away the supplies in the castle, they will starve to death even if they escape successfully.

  The Siberian hunters all ran away, and there were not many Cossacks left, only more than 80 people.

"boom!"

  Frantzbekov fired and then immediately retreated, heading deeper into the forest, where he had to find a chance to reload.

  Hearing the gunshots, the Datong officers all hid behind the tree trunks and moved forward in groups of five covering each other.

   Zhang Tingxun has fallen leaves under his feet, and moss under the fallen leaves. He feels like he is stepping on a soft carpet.

   "Run, let's go around to the east to outflank!" Peng Chunlin said.

  Several teams of five people lowered their bodies and ran faster. Zhang Tingxun felt his heart beating wildly.

  These Cossacks, after entering the forest, seemed really unwilling to escape, and retreated while shooting. Their idea is very simple, to lure the Datong army into the woods, and then continue to shoot guerrillas.

  Only in this way, will there be a chance to defeat the Datong army, and then return to the castle to get their supplies.

  Zhang Tingxun ran for a while, and heard gunshots appearing in the west, which proved that they had succeeded in outflanking, so he gradually moved towards the west.

  The light in the forest is very dark, just like the evening.

  Frantzbekov hurriedly reloaded the ammunition. Seeing that the match was almost burnt out, he quickly took out another match, ignited it and replaced it. Then, he aimed at a shadow that came in front of him and shot...it missed, the distance was too far, as if he was playing a lottery ticket.

  The gunshots of the Cossacks were chaotic and disorderly. After loading the ammunition, they looked for opportunities to shoot.

   On the side of the Datong Army, there are five people in a team, and at least two people are guaranteed to be loaded at any time. The division of labor is also very clear, some people explore the way, some people cover, alternately shooting and advancing. This is a deformed version of the Little Mandarin Duck Formation.

   "Bang bang!"

  Frantzbekov shot out with one shot, and immediately received two bullets in return.

  The Datong soldier who was almost hit by him immediately fell to the ground and rolled over, and then quickly ran towards the nearby big tree.

  In this five-member team, one person changed positions to hide, two people shot, and the remaining two took the opportunity to rush forward, each hiding behind the big tree in front.

  Frantzbekov was also very lucky, and the two bullets missed him. This guy ran with his waist down, trying to escape further, and then reloaded and shot coldly.

   "There is gunfire ahead, which tree should be hiding behind."

   "I'll fire the gun first, you guys watch."

   Zhang Tingxun's team of five has already discussed the division of labor.

   A "bang" shot was fired, which immediately frightened the Cossacks in front, leaving the hiding place and running back.

   It has already worked to scare the snake away.

   "Bang, bang!"

  Two Datong soldiers found the enemy and immediately raised their guns to shoot.

  Although all the shots went wrong, Zhang Tingxun and another comrade-in-arms took the opportunity to catch up.

   Running close, Zhang Tingxun squatted and raised his gun, aimed at the enemy and fired.

   "Fuck it!"

  Zhang Tingxun cursed, at such a short distance, he would never miss the target in the military academy, but he would miss the chain on the battlefield.

  It's actually very simple, the difference between a dead target and an active target.

  These gunshots have already alarmed another Cossack, who fired at the nearest Zhang Tingxun.

  After Zhang Tingxun shot erratically, he rolled over on the ground, quickly climbed to the nearby big tree, and then ignored everything and buried himself in filling his ammunition.

  The first three people who fired their guns rushed forward with their bayonets in their hands. They were able to confirm that there were only two Cossacks here, and all of them had fired before and had no time to reload.

  When Zhang Tingxun finished loading the ammunition, his teammates had already killed one with a bayonet, and another Cossack was running away.

   "Stop chasing, there are still enemies over there!"

   Zhang Tingxun looked to the side, and there was a red dot faintly visible, which was a slow-burning match, especially eye-catching in the dark forest.

   This is a double crush of equipment and tactics.

  The Datong Army has always maintained a five-member team with a very clear division of labor, and at the same time they use flintlocks. And those Cossacks were almost fighting on their own, with little cooperation with each other, and they were still using easily exposed arquebuses.

   Zhang Tingxun was groping forward with his cat waist, when suddenly a cold arrow shot and pierced into the cotton armor on his chest.

   "There are still enemies!"

  Zhang Tingxun roared, and instead of stopping, he sped up and ran in the direction of the arrow.

  It was a Cossack who didn’t even have a matchlock gun. He shot Zhang Tingxun with an arrow. This guy fled in a panic, completely revealing his tracks.

   Zhang Tingxun took an arrow, startled and angry, and chased wildly with his teammates.

   Before they could catch up, another five-member team had already outflanked the front side and knocked down the fleeing Cossack with one shot.

  Zhang Tingxun was very depressed. He was proud of his martial arts skills, but after entering the forest, he didn't kill any enemy, but was shot in the chest by the enemy instead.

   With no time to complain, Zhang Tingxun raced against time to reload the ammunition.

   Franzbekov is really depressed. He often takes Cossacks and Siberian hunters to bully the natives in the vast frozen forest. With cold guns and cold arrows, he is invincible. Ten Cossacks can defeat hundreds of natives.

   But now facing the Datong Army, they can't take advantage of it at all.

  He couldn't even figure out why the firecrackers of the Datong Army could shoot without matchlocks. Without the red dot of the matchlock, hiding in the woods is too advantageous.

   "Bang bang bang!"

  Sudden gunshots came from the south, and Franzbekov was completely desperate. They were surrounded by the Datong Army.

   Franzbekov stopped firing, and even put out the matchlocks, so as not to reveal his tracks. He crawled forward and moved forward quietly, trying to escape from the encirclement. As for whether he would starve to death or freeze to death in winter, we will wait until he escapes the catastrophe in front of him.

  The five-man squads of the Datong Army slowly narrowed the encirclement through nearby gunfire, and gradually compressed the enemy's activity space.

  Zhang Tingxun continued to advance for more than two hundred meters, and wiped out another enemy on the way.

  However, he still didn't kill him.

  Frantzbekov stopped moving, lying on the ground and rubbing against the fallen leaves, trying to hide his body in the pile of fallen leaves. Not only can there be no grass here, even the bushes are very rare, there are only moss and mud under the fallen leaves, and there is almost no hiding place except for the big trees.

  Zhang Tingxun's teammate walked slowly to his side, pointing to a pile of raised fallen leaves in front of him.

  Zhang Tingxun understood immediately, and continued walking without seeing anything.

  Frantzbekov's head was buried in the fallen leaves, and when he heard footsteps nearby, he was so frightened that he held his breath and dared not move.

   Fortunately, footsteps passed by from both sides, and he didn't seem to find him.

  Teammates move forward while pointing to the pile of fallen leaves.

  Zhang Tingxun threw away the gun, and saved at the same time as his teammates, holding Franzbekov down from left to right.

   Catch a living.

   "Bah!"

  Frantzbekov twirled the dead leaves around his mouth and muttered, "I surrender, I surrender!"

Zhang Tingxun saw this person's clothes clearly, and was immediately pleasantly surprised: "This is a high-ranking Rakshasa official. The hat is made of sable fur. With this appearance, it may be sold for a thousand taels of silver in Nanjing. And these boots are also good. It’s made of leather, two or three hundred taels of silver won’t run away in Nanjing. And this robe, luckily no knife or gun was used, if it’s broken anywhere, the one hundred taels of silver will be gone.”

   "So valuable?" The teammate's eyes widened.

  Everyone in the squad is happy, and the Datong Army does not cut heads to talk about military exploits. For a team of five like this, the combat achievements belong to the collective. Only for particularly important achievements, will someone be rewarded additionally after collective credit.

  The next battle is none of Zhang Tingxun's business.

  The enemies that can be wiped out have been wiped out by friendly forces. It is impossible to count exactly how many escaped, but most of them would freeze to death and starve to death anyway.

  Drag the enemy's corpses out of the forest to count, and the bugle sounds to gather troops to prevent soldiers from getting lost in the forest.

   According to the final statistics, 68 Cossacks were killed and 3 were captured alive. The Siberian hunter who escaped first was beheaded 102 people and captured 35 people alive.

   "The captives are all killed," Wang Fuchen pointed to Franzbekov, "this one stays first."

  Although Franzbekov couldn't understand, he saw the captives being taken to the river, and they were stabbed with bayonets one by one, and they screamed in fright.

  Khabarov heard that the military and political chief had been captured alive, so he dug out the silk gifted by the emperor, and swaggered past wearing it over the padded jacket: "Master, we meet again."

   "Khabarov?"

   Franzbekov was overjoyed at first, then terrified. He has a big grudge against Khabarov, because he occupied Khabarov's farm and forced Khabarov to leave.

Khabarov stretched his legs and raised his hand again: "See, this is a reward from the Khitan emperor. I have also been to the capital of Khitan. The city walls are so high that there are more than one million residents in the city. It is everywhere. Exquisite porcelain, and the price is very cheap. There are also a variety of fine wines, and the people there drink and sleep every day..."

  Wang Fuchen felt something was wrong and asked, "Are you asking?"

   "General Wang, I'm getting military intelligence." Khabarov replied humbly.

   "Hurry up, don't dawdle." Wang Fuchen urged.

   Khabarov immediately reprimanded: "Damn you, quickly tell me the latest situation. Did the Cossacks build any castles? They said they were going to build a city by the sea, did they build it in the past?"

  Frantzbekov replied: "No, the farthest is here. Master Khabarov, can you say something kindly, if I can live, I will definitely repay your kindness."

   Khabarov said angrily: "Don't you envy me wearing such expensive silk clothes? Even the nobles of the Moscow palace may not be able to afford them!"

Franzbekov hurriedly said: "Great Lord Khabarov, you are more noble than the nobles of Moscow in this silk dress. I have never met His Majesty the Tsar, but I know that even the Tsar is not will be more noble than you."

   "You occupied my farm and forced me away from here, do you regret it now?" Khabarov asked.

  Frantzbekov crawled forward on his knees: "I regret it very much, Mr. Khabarov, please allow me to kiss your boots."

   Standing there, Khabarov really let the other party kiss his boots, as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life in an instant.

  He enjoyed it for a while, then bowed to Wang Fuchen and said, "General Wang, the Cossack bandit, did not build a new castle here."

  Wang Fuchen nodded and said: "Okay, let's drag it down and kill it, I'll let you do it yourself."

   Franzbekov’s furs were all stripped off, not only him, but other Cossacks’ cotton and leather jackets were stripped off as living supplies.

   "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

  Frantzbekov, who was stripped naked, was already aware of his end, struggling and shouting frantically.

   Khabarov pulled out his waist knife and stabbed it fiercely, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.

  Wang Fuchen ordered: "Leave 50 people to garrison here, and send their wives here next year. If you sign up voluntarily, your military salary will be doubled!"

  (end of this chapter)