A battalion of Cossack cavalry advanced four kilometers, including the battle belt to avoid obstacles, in a total of eleven minutes, and these eleven minutes were no less than a long century for the Fuso warriors and the indigenous soldiers of the Far East who were deployed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The battlefield was littered with corpses of men and horses, except for the cavalry killed on the spot, all the remaining Cossacks who could fight died in the firing positions, all of them were killed in battle, and none of them fled.

Fierce as a beast, as powerful as a machine! The Cossacks taught these volunteers a lesson with their powerful fighting power that non-humans could understand, that you will always be new students in war, and that you still have a long way to go.

Mori Ichigen had a long wound in his shoulder, and the corpse of the enemy was trampled under his feet, but he did not have the slightest joy of victory, and he saw that a brother in the trench actually let a sword-wielding cavalryman slaughter three, if it were not for his own free practice of kendo and sumo wrestling, I am afraid that the fourth would be himself.

He sat on the sandbag, looked at the horses of the two hundred cavalry who had broken away from the defensive line, and kept muttering, "Is this still a man?

The soldier behind him was trembling as he stitched the wound on Maori Yen's shoulder with needles and threads, his hands sliding out of his fingers.

"Long ...... Sir, how many reinforcements does the enemy have......? Is it all like this?"

"Baga, are you scared, you coward......" Maori Yiyuan turned his head suddenly, and as a result, he took the needle and thread, and the wound that had just been stitched up was pierced and torn open, and the black-purple blood of the clot began to gush out.

"Sir, be careful!" the soldier's face turned white with fright, and the muscles on Maori Yuan's face trembled incessantly, but he couldn't back down, he couldn't show his weakness in front of the soldiers.

"Panic what!Re-stitch...... Don't be afraid, the enemy is also a human being, and a knife will bleed if it is cut, and a bullet will kill you...... As long as you're not afraid of death, then what are you afraid of him for?"

"Yes...... Sir, I'm not afraid of death, I came here to be a soldier to take revenge, my family let this group of beasts burn, and I owe my father's life to my own ......."

Maori Yiyuan forced a little smile out, "That's right! Since they are all dead, death is equal, you are not afraid of death, why are you afraid of these rakshasas? What kind of enemy will kill you, will the result be different?"

Maori One Yuan slowly enlightened these soldiers, and the morale that had just been shaken gradually stabilized. But he knew his own affairs, and Maori Yiyuan was actually shocked by these terrible enemies in his heart.

It is a non-human fighting spirit, it is a stone heart frozen by the ice and snow in the cold zone, without any warmth and human warmth, that is, a group of trapped beasts that can't survive, even if they are dying and struggling, they will scare you to death.

Mori didn't really know how many enemies were about to charge behind, but he knew it was just the opening prelude to the most brutal of wars.

The needle and thread finally closed the wound that was deep and visible to the bone, wrapped in thick gauze, and this time the pain was much better than just now, and Mori Ichigen shouted at the distant Shimazu Asuka Department, "How are your casualties......

"It's not big, it can still be held, what about you......"

"Damn, as long as you're alive, I can't die...... The whole army replenishes ammunition, treats the wounded, and the second wave of the enemy is almost ......"

"Give me a little cleverness, this kind of thing is to fight once and be familiar with it, and the more you fight, the more experienced you become, and in the end you will become a veteran...... Remember what we just learned!"

"First...... Don't throw grenades after the cavalry is dispersed, waste!"

"Second...... Shoot with a rifle only at the nearest target, don't aim for a long time, and hand over the enemy who runs past to the friendly forces behind!"

"Third...... Don't hesitate to fight hand-to-hand when an enemy rushes up...... Immediately fight three to one, and never go it alone!"

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The voices of the officers' reminders came and went in the battle formation, and gradually the morale of the army began to stabilize, the seriously wounded were carried out of their positions, the lightly wounded began to bandage each other, the bullets were reloaded, and the crooked bayonets were replaced with new ones.

But at this moment, everyone no longer cares about the quality of the bayonet, this assault battle made them realize the wonderful use of the sapper shovel, although the blade of this thing is not sharp, but it is heavy and powerful, and the length is suitable to pick it up.

A bullet hitting an enemy is just a transparent hole, and a bayonet piercing the enemy's body will not kill quickly, and the Fuso samurai's sword is useful but impossible for everyone to use, and the sapper shovel fills the gap in hand-to-hand weapons.

This baby can be patted, chopped, and stabbed when rounded...... You can even dig a pit and bury your corpse, which is really an indispensable treasure for killing people and goods at home.

This time, the rough gravel was used to rub the blades of the sapper's shovels instead of the bayonets, and the hoarse grinding sound of the whole position made the irritated people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

Just as these soldiers were re-energized and nervously preparing for battle, the two hundred Cossacks who rushed out of the battle finally rushed to the intended destination, the edge of the Amur Bay, the mouth of the Suifen River.

Rush through the defensive positions set up by the Fuso samurai, a vast clearing, four or five kilometers away from the main battlefield of Vladivostok, where the Volunteers were defended.

In the distance, some troops had begun to move over, but they had not yet joined up with Shimazu Asuka and them, and there were only scattered groups of troops on the battlefield in the form of squads and platoons in an attempt to confront these cavalry.

But as soon as the cavalry increased its speed and there were no obstacles to stop it, these small infantry were no match at all, and along the way the Cossack cavalry dispersed ten waves of volunteers, and no one could stop them.

The sea is in front of you, the dividing line between fresh water and sea water is so obvious, the river is still frozen and the sea is already turbulent.

"It's finally here! We've finally completed our mission! Hold high the eagle flag! Blow the trumpet......

The double-headed eagle hunted and fluttered in the air, the trumpet of the charge resounded throughout the bay, and the sharp sound of ten trumpets pierced the explosion in the bay and pierced the heart of every Tsarist navy.

"Listen! What is that? It's the Army's Stormtrooper ...... And so on, and the sound of the messenger...... Look, we're just north ......"

At this moment, the battle of the navy has reached the most critical moment, six battleships, including the flagship Aleut, have sunk, the other warships are also seriously injured, and only four small gunboats have broken out of the Chinese encirclement in more than an hour of fighting.

Tiyachenko had already been forcibly rescued on the ship, he was frozen like a chicken in soup, leaning against the safety corner of the deck and shivering, "Why don't you let me die? When it's time for me to die, why are you stopping ......me?" His spirit was obviously abnormal.

But at this moment, the familiar sound of the military horn sounded, and he was proficient in all kinds of horn sounds from the army, so he subconsciously shouted it without the translation of his subordinates.