Buku waved the mace in his hand, every muscle on his face was tense, urging the crotch of the war horse, increasing the speed of the horse to the fastest, with the power of the horse The mace in his hand smashed on the left shoulder of a Rakshasa man, and in an instant half of the Rakshasa man's body collapsed, his body was crooked, and the whole person fell to the left, a mouthful of fishy blood spurted out of his mouth, and the body fluids mixed with blood and saliva splashed on the belly and legs of the war horse under Buku's crotch.

Surrounded by Sauron warriors galloping back and forth, cutting down the Rakshasas to the ground, this small village on the outskirts of Yakutsk was no longer able to form an effective resistance. Buku jumped off his horse with his legs and pulled his half-moon short axe from his waist.

The Rakshasa man had not completely lost his breath, but he still had a breath, but he kept spitting pink powder and bubbles out of his mouth and nose, thinking that Buku's mace just now not only broke his shoulder, but also pierced his lungs with the broken bones, leading to the appearance of hemopneumothorax.

The Rakshasa man lay weakly on the muddy ground, looking at Buku pitifully, his eyes were also pleading with fear and pleading, and his right hand was raised weakly, as if begging for something. Buku suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, he was also a person!

However, this thought was only a brief moment, and it did not affect Buku in the slightest to swing the axe and cut it off, cutting off the head of the Rakshasa intact and hanging it on his waist in blood. He rummaged through the Rakshasa again, and put a few pieces of flint, a fire sickle, and a few small pots of gunpowder into his pocket. It's a pity that the man's robe was so badly damaged by fire and blades that it was broken into wisps, and Buku had to shake his head and give up, but an ownerless war horse staggered past and was grabbed by Buku The reins, judging from the horse's saddle, reins and other equipment, the original owner of this horse was a Rakshasa! Buku couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, not to mention the military exploits of killing the Rakshasas, and he also made a small fortune.

With the help of the frozen Aldan River. These thousands of Sauron soldiers led by Li Peiting. Soon they arrived near the city of Yakutsk, located on the north bank of the Lena River.

"Pull out these Rakshasa strongholds one by one, so that our soldiers and horses can have a place to show!"

As soon as Li Peiting gave the order, the Sauron soldiers of the brigade chose a place to build a camp thirty or forty miles outside Yakutsk, and at the same time sent hundreds of Sauron soldiers to sweep away more than a dozen Rakshasa villages outside Yakutsk one by one.

Although there have long been rumors of the arrival of the army of Count Seris. But a snowfall a few days ago gave the Rakshasas a reassurance. They take it for granted. As heavy snow fell, the army from the east was bound to be blocked in the wasteland by the heavy snow.

But they didn't expect that the suddenly appeared Sauron soldiers with the big axe, tiger spear, mace in their hands, and taught them a lesson. Brought back the hatred of the Sauron tribe that they had used to abuse only the bone arrows with the superior weapon in their hands tenfold.

A sudden blow. The Rakshasas who were busy working with those messy women to pass the long winter were a little flustered, and they were caught off guard, so they had to flee in the direction of Yakutsk Castle.

The defenders of the castle were also a little surprised, could these Evenks really submit to the legendary Count of Seris? Got a lot of weapons from him?

Seris, which means silk in the mouth of the European barbarians, stubbornly believed in their magical minds that the Cyris people of the East had huge lands, great wealth, and established many countries, and the Ming Empire was only one of them.

The panic and surprise were only short-lived, and the Rakshasas, the Cossacks, who were originally scum in Russia, and the exiles, who were able to come from Europe to Siberia, were themselves a bunch of outlaws. Soon, under the command of the officer's organization, he reacted quickly, and concentrated more than 200 firebolts in the castle, with intensive firepower, relying on the perforations on the wooden fence to shoot a row of firebolts at the roaring Sauron soldiers. A two-poot cannon was pushed out by the Rakshasas and fired at the densest part of the Sauron's horse team, with a deafening cannon sound.

Several clouds of blood mist mixed with broken flesh and bone chips rose into the air, blood flew all over the stumps on the ground, and the spray of shotguns and lead bullets made the screams in this area earth-shattering, and the Sauron horse team, which had just been pulling bows and arrows on horseback to the city of Yakutsk, was hit by this sudden fire blow and either rolled on the ground with bloody flesh and blood, or fled with a howl of rolling and crawling, and those war horses were frightened by the loud noise and flames and neighing.

After the artillery attack, taking advantage of the chaos of the Sauron army of hundreds of people, the drawbridge of the Yakutsk Castle was lowered, and more than 100 Cossacks wearing cylindrical curly hats and black coats shook the Cossack sabers in their hands, which were called the claws of the eagle by the Europeans and Turks, and pounced on the Sauron soldiers who were in chaos!

THE COSSACK CAVALRY SWORD, WHICH WAS FEARED BY THE TURKS AND POLES, WAS MADE OF STAINLESS STEEL SMELTED FROM IRON ORE FROM CENTRAL ASIA AND WAS ABOUT 90 CM LONG. The thick back and wide blade, the oak leaf-like tip of the knife, the deep arc blood groove that occupies 2/3 of the overall width, the blade has a graceful but fierce arc, the eagle-like copper-clad handle, and the center of gravity is back.

The scabbard of the hardwood zuò is edged with copper sheets, clamped with copper hoops, and is usually black. After the knife is put into the sheath, the overall simplicity makes people not look at the second glance. However, when the steel knife is unsheathed, anyone wields it, and the chopping power brought by its own arc can easily cut down small trees and open stakes, and this power is reflected in the popular saying among Cossack knights: "Cut off the opponent's head like a beet!" ”

It was with such sharp claws that the Cossacks rushed all the way from Eastern Europe to Eastern Siberia, and everywhere they went, blood flew wildly. Relying on such sabers and elite horsemanship, but even more so by disregard for life and savagery, the Cossacks conquered one indigenous tribe after another in Siberia.

In their eyes, the Daur were nothing more than a pile of minced meat under the hooves of horses, all they needed was a charge. With a few swings of the saber, the barbarians fled back into the woods.

Sure enough, when the Cossacks began to fight back, the Sauron soldiers, who were still happily beating the water dogs, were stunned as if they had been slammed with a stick!

These Cossacks were skilled in horsemanship, able to perform all sorts of unbelievable maneuvers on horseback, as if the whole person had grown on the back of a bumpy horse, and their knife skills were also unmatched, and every time they swung their Cossack sabers, a Sauron soldier would be cut to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Sauron soldiers were lying on the ground. The rest of the people shouted one after another. Turn around and run. Behind him were more than a hundred Cossack cavalrymen laughing wildly and waving their sabers in pursuit.

From the barrel of the telescope, Golovin could clearly see the Cherchis cloaks on the backs of the Cossacks fluttering in the cold wind, flying like the wings of goshawks.

"These pups! Sure enough, there is a set! Golovin, who was a close minister of the tsar, naturally looked down on this group of stinking Cossacks from the bottom of his heart. But. Hurry up and do what you want. Now that Count Seris's army is overwhelmed, this group of Cossacks is a pile of stinky shit, and he will not hesitate to hug them and kiss them.

The cloak of Chelges chased the wolfskin hats of the Sauron soldiers. Covering the past in a northeasterly direction, it skirted a few low hills and disappeared behind a birch and coniferous forest.

"Kill!"

The leader of the Cossacks put together a hundred Cossack cavalrymen under his command in a queue of eight men each, and pursued them in the direction of the flight of the Sauron soldiers, who had the good things they coveted, the best weapons, the fat horses, and the precious stones and pearls inlaid in the fur hats on their bodies, which were enough to make the Cossacks who had come to Siberia after wealth burst into the sky.

However, with a shout, hundreds of Sauron cavalry rushed out from the dense woods on both sides.

Under Li Peiting's rage, these Sauron cavalrymen with surnames such as Guo Bule, Onen, Ola, and Meng Riden had red eyes.

"Forward-looking, reward! Those who have won the head of the Rakshasa people will be rewarded! Retreater, kill! Those who retreat from the clan will be disqualified from trade! ”

Li Peiting hated himself at the moment, and his intestines were about to break. Why not break up the tribal structure of these Sauron soldiers in the first place? If they are organized according to the Nanzhong Army or according to the establishment of Jiannu, they will not let themselves face such a chaotic situation.

However, under the continuous blows of the Sauron soldiers, who were numerous and eager to receive meritorious rewards, the Cossacks, who were still majestic just now, began to show signs of collapse.

Groups of Sauron cavalry, constantly passing by the Cossack cavalry team, they galloped in groups, but they were not in a hurry to fight the Cossacks with the long knives, axes, tiger guns, maces, etc., but kept pulling out the copper-backed iron-tired hard bows in their hands, and every time the bowstring sounded, they were raining arrows, occasionally mixed with some throwing axes, iron bones and other weapons.

Because of the proximity to the culture and living environment of the Liaodong anti-thieves, the arrows used by the Sauron cavalry are no longer arrows made of bones, but like to use the kind of arrows with strong armor-piercing and bloodletting capabilities provided by Li Peiting. It would have been appropriate to deal with what would later become known as polar bears.

"Speed (hammer), Haso (iron)! On your knees! ”

Seeing that the Cossack cavalry, whose riding and archery ability was far inferior to the Sauron cavalry, was constantly hit by arrows and fell off their horses, and his own men and horses had gradually taken control of the shape of the battlefield, Li Peiting was about to start enforcing military law.

The two leaders who took the lead in snatching the spoils of war were tied with cowhide ropes by seven or eight guards like dead pigs, and fell down in front of Li Peiting.

"Before leaving, how did the ministries agree? It is not allowed to take anything without authorization, but only to move forward with force, and after killing the enemy, the spoils of war shall be distributed according to the merits of the war. What did the two of them do? ”

With a gloomy face, Li Peiting shouted and asked the leaders of these two small tribes that he was ready to kill.

"Kill!"

With Li Peiting's words, the two guards raised their swords and fell, and the two heads of Suge and Hasuo fell to the ground. The leader of the guard watched with satisfaction as the two men wiped the blood from the long knife with the clothes on the corpse, and put the knife into the leather sheath.

"Bomu Bogol, Aldi, the two of you will convene the various leaders to discuss the matter, and the two of them will have their troops and hunting grounds divided among you!"

Two small clans of hundreds of people are nothing in Li Peiting's eyes, but in the eyes of Aldi and many small heads. But it is a small amount of wealth, and the population and hunting grounds can be expanded!

Under the brutal and frenzied attack of hundreds of Sauron soldiers who were bent on cutting off the heads of the Cossack cavalry, the more than 100 Cossacks gradually became unable to hold on, and after leaving nearly half of their brethren, the leader had to give the order to turn their horses and retreat.

However, by this time more than a dozen Cossacks had already run ahead of him and rushed towards the city of Yakutsk.

Outside Yakutsk, Golovin saw that the Cossacks were in a bad situation, and had already led more than 200 musketeers. Four or five hundred soldiers lined up there to meet them.

More than 200 firecrackers nervously sorted out the firecrackers. Carefully arrange the arquebus to prevent the arquebus from tripping over you. Golovin's officers cursed and lined them up two meters apart, and in order to maintain the continuity of fire, the more than 200 musketeers were arranged in eight columns.

On either side of these eight columns of firecrackers. It was a mess of four or five hundred soldiers under the Governor of Yakutsk. All sorts of large axes, spears, scimitars are clenched in the hands. At the head of the city, in front of the procession. There were two small cannons of two podots each prepared in front of the battle, and a dozen gunners nervously loaded their shells, ready to disperse the barbarians with them.

Around the gunner. Dozens of archers nervously stretched their bows and arrows, ready to meet the defeated group of Cossacks and prevent them from storming the main array.

But fortunately, although the Cossacks were flustered, they also had long eyes, and when they saw that they were lined up to meet them, they bypassed both sides of the large formation very familiarly, and the Cossack leader ran to the governor Golovin panting and complained.

Golovin didn't bother to listen to him, just looked at the hundreds of Sauron cavalry who were chasing closely not far away.

"Fire!"

Look at the dozen horses at the front rushing into range, the gunners hurriedly lit the arquebus, and the two-poot heavy guns smashed two shells at the Sauron soldiers who rushed not far away.

With two cannonballs taking away three or four horse legs and two arms in the ranks of Sauron's cavalry, the musketeers at the head of the line began to prepare to shoot. The shooting steps of these leather guns are about a few steps such as pouring medicine, charging, pressing fire, loading, and loading fire ropes, and skilled shooters usually only shoot one shot a minute, and some crappy firecrackers, when they arrive on the battlefield, they are in a hurry, and they can shoot a shot in two minutes.

The firecrackers in the first row had already lit the firerope, staring at the Sauron riders who were riding their horses with a cruel smile on their faces, and in the roar of the firecrackers, the horses that rushed to the front were knocked to the ground, and the riders on the horses broke their arms, and the weapons in their hands flew away and did not know where they went, only people made a scream on the ground.

"Fire!"

The second column of musketeers rushed to the front, and more than two dozen muskets struck at the Sauron soldiers, who were slightly sluggish in their charge.

Another row of leather guns spewed out a thick smoke, and the smoke was mixed with bursts of fire, and through the smoke, another scream was heard.

The sound of firecrackers was like a row after a row, and when all the firecrackers had finished firing a round, they were already blocked by the thick white smoke in front of them, and they could only hear the moans and shouts from behind the smoke.

However, according to the experience of the Rakshasas, by this time, the will to fight of these natives has collapsed. All they had to do was wait for the smoke to clear and see what was going on, use the time to cool down the firecrackers a bit, and then rush up and slash down the Evenks who were already in disarray.

When the smoke cleared, the Rakshasa saw the results of the first round of shooting.

Within a radius of more than ten to sixty paces, there were dozens of rolling and screaming Sauron soldiers on the ground, some of whom were killed on the spot, but most of them were injured by projectile hits, or were injured by wounded horses falling from their horses, and they just held their broken arms and screamed loudly.

Dozens of Rakshasa soldiers with large axes in their hands rushed out of the array in a few steps, and the axes fell in their hands, cutting the wounded Sauron soldiers closest to the Rakshasas into two pieces, letting the blood and flesh splash their heads and faces, just grinning wildly, blood and killing can always make them happy.

"Your Excellency! You see! ”

A Rakshasa officer standing next to Golovin pointed to the direction where the smoke had not completely dissipated, and motioned for Golovin to look.

From the depths of the gunsmoke, more Sauron soldiers rushed out, and compared to those just now, they seemed more and more elite. The most terrifying thing was that in the queue, dozens of oxen pulled four cannons, and the thick cannon body far exceeded the two poot-heavy small cannons under Golovin's subordinates.

Around these four cannons, there were hundreds of troops who were different from the Sauron soldiers at first glance, all of them using firearms, and everyone had bright armor over their thick robes. It seems to be not far behind the Ottoman Sultan's guards.

"Is this Count Serris's army?" Golovin's heart felt as if someone had struck him with a big axe, and the legendary army had finally arrived!

On either side of these hundreds of "Count Seris's Guards" were the elite of the Sauron soldiers, all dressed in armor, with tiger spears, axes, long knives, maces, not to mention in their hands, and a hundred and ten soldiers holding the same leather guns in their hands as the Rakshasas.

"You have artillery, we don't?" Li Peiting sneered and crooked his mouth towards the leader of the guards beside him, "Sue the gunners, fight it, let them know what it means to be artillery!" (To be continued......)