The three surnamed cities were awakened by the roaring hooves of horses, and the mountain people who reported the news could only flee in all directions when they saw that the soldiers were dead or alive and could not open the door to save them, and the tragic alarm bells echoed over the city, and the soldiers in tattered cotton trumpets ran up to the city with spears in their hands, and looked at the tide of cavalry rushing up from the ice with a shocked face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't be afraid, these are all passing Rakshasa ghosts, they are going to Vladivostok to fight! It has nothing to do with us, don't fire arrows......" Lord Dutong panted up the city wall in cotton armor decorated with copper nails, and loudly pacified the defenders.

But these soldiers had not fought for too many years, and at this moment they were extremely nervous, and they all shouted not to release arrows, but a young soldier actually heard that it was an arrow, and his hand trembled and a sharp arrow flew straight from the city into the cavalry tide.

With a terrible cry, a Russian cavalryman was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, and blood suddenly rushed out. They all pounced on the air in unison, and pulled out the horsewhip and the head of the head was three whips.

"You have chicken feathers in your ears and eyes? You want to die, don't ...... Don't pull me!"

Du Tong whipped three whips to relieve his anger, turned his head and shouted at the city, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding! A soldier just missed for a while! Don't get angry, Lord Yang, don't be angry......"

The veterans on the city wall saw that they were all so sloppy, and their heads were about to pierce into the crotch of their pants: "Shame! This is called a living shame! The Rakshasa ghost has hit the third surname, and what do you say, don't get me wrong......

"Who! Who is this farting!" all of them looked angrily, "Lao Tzu, I don't want to give up my face, to save the lives of you and the people of a city, you don't thank me, and scold me behind my back?"

"Are you the king bald? And your big grasshopper? Are you two, being a veteran, do you think you know everything......?

Du Tong stretched out his hand and pointed behind his back, "What kind of place is that? That's our home! There are more than 10,000 households in the city, adding up to more than 30,000 lives! Men, women, and children are all our relatives!"

"You make me hard? Okay, how do you think I'm hard? Rely on the bow and arrow in your hand, or the embroidered fire gun in the storehouse? Your king is bald and fifty this year, right? Why don't you give up your seat in order to support your family and replace it with a young man?"

"And you big grasshopper, are you good for gout in your feet? Lao Tzu is kind enough to tolerate you, but it's just for the sake of our people's love for the same flag! I just count on you sick ducks, old men and soldiers, what are we doing with the Rakshasa ghosts?

"There are only 3,000 defenders in the city, and they are all rubbish like you, how can you let me be so angry with the Rakshasa ghosts?" all said that they were full of grievances, and in the end, tears flowed out.

"Woooooooooo......oo Outside the city, there are tens of thousands of Rakshasa elite soldiers, all of them are field cavalry, what if you are in a hurry and slaughter the city? Big grasshopper, your granddaughter is so beautiful, you are not afraid that the Rakshasa ghost will be ruined?"

"Wang Bald, does your grandson still want to study and marry a daughter-in-law? This is going to be a war, how are we going to live?"

This scolding, all the soldiers in the city have lost their little bit of energy, and thinking about the families in the city, the last bit of ambition in their stomachs has been thrown into the ice cave.

At this time, a group of cavalry had been stationed under the city, and the angry Gogol was surrounded by the cavalry in his hand, and he stretched out his hand to point to the city and asked the interpreter to shout.

"We are a Russian cavalry regiment borrowed from the road, we have the will of your court to allow the passage, why are you attacking us? Give me an explanation, otherwise I will ......"

Before Gogol finished scolding, the crying face of an officer suddenly appeared from the top of the city, the city wall of the three surnames was not high, only a little more than four meters, and the expression of General Dutong could be clearly seen here.

Gogol was stunned and said what kind of show was this, why did he cry before he started to fight? And he cried very aggrieved, as if a child had been wronged by the whole world.

"Woooooooooo......oo O generals under the city...... Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Just now a rookie shot by mistake...... We don't mean to go to war with you, it's all ......a misunderstanding."

Du Tong's tears were crying, on the one hand, he was frightened by the military might of the Rakshasa ghost, and on the other hand, his subordinates did not understand his painstaking grievances, thinking about the three daughters-in-law who fought every day in his family, he also made up his mind that he would never let the city of the three surnames fall into the flames of war.

"We will compensate! We will pay you the silver...... Let my brother heal his wounds well, after all, he has been wronged!" A bag of silver was thrown out as he spoke, and a guard grabbed the package in his hand with a copy of it.

Open it and see that the round inside are all silver ingots of the Qing Kingdom, it seems that there are five or six hundred taels, according to this price code for a shoulder on the head of an arrow, a little skin trauma is definitely earned.

But Gogol didn't want to let him go like this, seeing that this guy was so good at blackmailing, if he didn't squeeze out more good things, wouldn't it be sorry for his conscience.

"Bastard, is our brave Cossack cavalry worth so much money? I'll give you one last chance to show your sincerity, or I'll give the order for a siege!"

At this time, the four interpreters beside Gogol suddenly shouted in Chinese: "Give us food, and horse fodder!"

At this moment, there were more soldiers on the head of the city, and there were countless frightened young and strong people in the city on the inside of the city wall, and they gathered together to defend the city.

"General, you can't attack the city! Our family is in the city...... We'll give them whatever they want, woo-woo-woo......" There was a cry inside the city walls.

"That's it, that's it, I've memorized this black cauldron to the end...... It's up to you!" Dutong probe shouted, "Five miles northeast of the city, there is a small col called Tun Grain Shop, where there are 80,000 loads of alfalfa grass, you ...... Go get it yourself!"

"Eighty thousand quintals!" Gogol's eyes suddenly lit up, "You won't lie to me, will you? If you dare to lie to me, I will slaughter all the people of this city......"

"I didn't lie to you, there is really horse material, you will know when you arrive......"

"No, give me a token, otherwise what if the defenders don't give it to me? After all, we are passing through, and I didn't want to kill the soldiers and civilians of the Great Qing Kingdom! If you give me a token, I will believe you ......."

They all remember to stomp their feet, "Token, where do I have any token for you!" I just came out, and I was wearing this one on my body, right...... I have a family heirloom sword, and all the soldiers around the city of the three surnames know me, and when they see this knife, they will see me......"

After saying that, a heavy waist knife was thrown down from the city, Gogol reached out and took a closer look at the gold and precious stones swallowed, he nodded, "I don't want you in vain! After we win this battle, the treasure knife will be returned to you, and I will give you a big gift......!"

The Rakshasa cavalry regiment swept across the land like locusts, and in the end only a mess was left to trample on, and the commander was like a cold sweat like a spring of tears out of his backbone, and he collapsed on the tower.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at all the officers present and the representatives of the wealthy families in the city: "I am doing this for your life! From now on, donate money to me, otherwise I will not be able to save my life and official position!"

"If you don't save my life, I can kill you before I die......!

The official authority of the Lord of the Metropolitan is not very useful to the foreign lords, but the suppression of these people is still very effective, and he fell to his knees on the city tower on the spot.