No one expected that a six-year-old child's teeth would be so hard, probably from gnawing bones since childhood, and this bite directly hit Gogol's bones. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The hateful child didn't let go, Gogol screamed in pain, blood running down his wrist, as if a trumpet vampire was drinking his blood.

The surrounding guards dragged the child's clothes back, but they couldn't pull them away, and finally the soldier stabbed the child directly through the back of the heart with a ruthless bayonet.

But what is jaw-dropping is that the child is obviously dead, and there is no breath in his mouth and nose, but his teeth are still locked, and the bite is not relaxed.

In the end, the soldiers had no choice but to use a dagger to cut open the boy's jaw and remove the entire jaw, which saved Gogol's arm.

"It hurts, it hurts...... Call the medics! These heretics are all insane, all of them are killed!

The wound on Gogol's wrist was like that of a wolf, the flesh was turned up and down, and the flesh was blurred, and he finally understood the fierce character of these Mongols, even if there had been no war in a hundred years, but the things in the blood were still indelible.

"Do it, sir, there is no need for these barbarians to stay, they don't recognize the rule of our Tsarist Russia at all, you come and see ......"

The soldier walked with Gogol to a pile of booty, where all the goods of value were concentrated, including gold and silver containers and crafts, women's jewelry, men's precious machetes and saddles, and, of course, currency rarely seen in the steppe.

"These are silver ingots and copper coins minted in the Qing Kingdom, dragon silver coins made in the Ryukyus, and Mexican eagle ...... There are also banknotes here, including the northern ticket of the Qing Kingdom and the southern ticket of the Yangtze River basin......"

"Only there is no ruble! Our Tsarist Russia does not have a single coin in its currency, which shows that they have never recognized our right to rule!"

Gogol nodded, "You're right, no wonder many businessmen and friends I know say that business on the grassland is difficult, except for the Heilongjiang area, where you can make some money, the rest is simply a desert, it turns out that the roots are here, and the people here have never accepted the rule of the tsar......"

Gogol is right, there are two types of rule: nominal rule and effective rule, and although the border demarcation nine years ago cedes this land that originally belonged to the Qing state, the treaty on paper cannot cut off the emotional ties of the people.

Although there is a border line on the map to cut off the tribes, but in the past nine years, the Eagle Department still paid taxes to the Chechen Khan, and the officials of the Chechen Khan were still able to walk freely on this land, and even if there were pasture disputes between the tribes, people still liked to go to the city of Chengdant to find officials to mediate disputes.

The most popular caravans on the steppe were the Han Chinese caravans, and only they knew what the steppe herders needed most and what the most reasonable price was.

It's not that they haven't seen the caravans of the Rakshasa ghosts, but what is the use of those glassware and tableware made of silver? Who can afford to wear velvet clothes? Including the foreign guns sold by the Rakshasa ghosts, although they are quite attractive, there has been no war on the grassland for many years, and no one will waste money to buy such expensive foreign guns.

The power of habit was strong, and although Tsarist Russia legally took ownership of the land, they did not penetrate at all in terms of economy, let alone culture.

Gogol looked at the Qing coins in a place, he was angry and painful, "It's hopeless, I'm afraid this land can only be killed before new grass can grow...... Let's do it!"

The flames were raging, all the tents of the Eagle Department were set on fire, and the captured herdsmen were slashed in rows, and their heads were rolling all over the ground like leather balls.

"The Buddha will punish you! The gates of hell have been opened for you, the killers will be killed, and your cause and effect are waiting for you behind...... You will surely be defeated in this expedition!"

The old lama's curse was ended with a bayonet, three bayonets pierced his chest at the same time, and the body leaned against the flagpole of the Eagle Department, and at that moment the old lama smiled "I...... I've seen what happened to you, and I can see it clearly......"

The Eagle Department was destroyed, and the follow-up cavalry regiments arrived one after another in the next half hour, and Fadeev didn't look at the mess in this place and asked, "How much has been captured?"

"Report to the legion commander, this damn tribe is too poor, the cattle and sheep add up to only 20,000 heads, and the forage is only enough for the army to consume for three days, we have to continue to fight!"

"That's it?" exclaimed Fumanov, the commander of the 2nd Division beside the corps commander, "If we continue to fight at this rate, when will we get to the Far East?"

Gogol said with a wry smile, "Not only is there little harvest, but in the past few days of fighting, the tribes we have killed are actually not clean and thorough, there are always fish that have slipped through the net, and the subsequent tribes will definitely know that we are coming with the passage of time, if they flee to the south in advance, it will not be easy to do!"

"What's so bad about it? Where can these Mongols run away with their families? Catch up and kill them all!" said Fumanov disdainfully.

"Shut up!" Fadeev glared at him, "the south is the border of the Qing Kingdom, what do you want to do? Do you want to cross the border to chase and kill? You want to provoke a war between us and the Qing Kingdom......

"What's the big deal then, it's a flock of weak sheep anyway......" Fumanov retorted in a low voice.

"Fart! No matter how weak the Qing State is, it is also a huge empire with a population of hundreds of millions, and if we do it with them, it will be a national war, what are our small 50,000 cavalry enough for? Don't you forget, our first task is to destroy the volunteers in the Far East, not to start a war with the Qing State, are you full of straw in your head?"

Fumanov was scolded and didn't dare to fight back, Gogol hurriedly came forward to play a round, "Actually, what Fumanov said is right, the supply is not enough, and our combat effectiveness is indeed not guaranteed...... But we have to hurry!"

"O Fumanov! We must dare to reach the Far Eastern battlefield before the Heilongjiang and Amur rivers thaw, and once the rivers are thawed, how can we cross the river?

For a moment the meeting fell silent, and everyone knew very well that the army was in a complete dilemma at the moment, if you rushed for time, you would not get enough supplies, and if you collected more food and grass, you would delay the time to cross the river, from the distant Shilka River to the Amur River and then to Vladivostok in the south, this road was too difficult to follow, and it was too far away.

Fumanov muttered and said, "Damn, if you listen to me, you will directly force the Heilongjiang River and defeat the defenders of the Qing State, and then the army commander will drive straight into the post road of the Qing State and directly copy the back road of the rebels, and you still need to be so entangled......"

"You!" Fadeev opened his mouth angrily and wanted to curse, but at this moment, suddenly a sentry in the distance galloped back, and shouted loudly, "Found a caravan of ours!