The robe Ze who has been on the battlefield together is the most affectionate, although Guan Bu is not a martial arts jinshi, but he is Pan Feng's most trusted subordinate, the two have experienced an unknown number of battles together, and they are like brothers and sisters.

If it weren't for the important information about the location of the Tsarist Russian fortress, Pan Feng really wanted to turn around and go back to rescue Guan Bu, although he might not be able to save it, maybe he would lose his life, and he would not hesitate to do it, because they were already friends who exchanged lives.

Just when Pan Feng's heart was like a knife, Guan Bu's roar faintly came from the wind: "General Pan, leave me alone, go quickly." “

When Pan Feng heard the sound, he looked back in pain, only to see more than a dozen Ming soldiers who had fallen to the ground and not died, under the command of Guan Bu, took out their grenades one after another, and kept throwing them at the chasing enemy cavalry.

The "boom boom" grenade continued to explode, and the arrows on the more than ten Ming soldiers were inserted more and more, and finally, Guan Bu also fell like a hedgehog.

In fact, the first wave of grenades will blow up the front row of the Tsarist cavalry into a big chaos, in order to prevent a large-scale collision, their speed has been significantly slowed down, Guan Bu then led the remnants of more than ten Ming wounded soldiers to throw this time, the Russian cavalry is even more chaotic, most of the people have restrained the war horse, bent the bow and arrow to Guan Bu and others to shoot wildly, they have obviously given up the pursuit of the Ming army in front.

Under the desperate cover of Paoze, Pan Feng led more than 60 horsemen to finally escape the pursuit of the Russian cavalry, but he had no excitement for the rest of his life, only huge pain, not because of the arrow wound on his back, but because of Guan Bu's sacrifice.

Running wildly with tears in his eyes for nearly half an hour, the pursuers behind had long disappeared, and a small river happened to appear not far in front, Pan Feng wiped his tears and roared: "Slow down, dismount, treat the wound before leaving." “

There were many Ming soldiers injured in this wave of arrow rain, and some were even more seriously injured than him, if you don't help them deal with it, it is very likely that they will fall off their horses while running, and they will never be able to get up again.

With his order, the remaining sixty or so Ming soldiers reined in their horses and slowed down, and soon, they stopped by the river.

As soon as the horses stopped, the soldiers who were not injured or lightly injured dismounted at a rapid pace to help the seriously wounded dismount or treat their wounds.

Only then did Pan Feng feel the pain of the arrow burning through the fire, and the blood had already soaked half of his clothes.

As soon as he reined in his horse, two soldiers came to him quickly, he stretched out his hand, and with the assistance of the two soldiers, he carefully turned over and dismounted, and then stood there straight, raised his hands in severe pain, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on." “

When the two soldiers heard this, they each took out a special pair of small scissors, and then held the two ends of the arrows in unison, "One, two, three." He shouted in unison, and with a "click" he cut off the two ends of the arrow in his military uniform.

This time it was really painful, Pan Feng couldn't help but tremble, and a row of sweat beads suddenly burst out on his forehead.

Before the emergency treatment was over, the two soldiers each took out a packet of medicinal powder and gently pressed it on the wounds on both sides, and then took out bandages and wrapped them together with clothes, arrow shafts, and medicinal powder.

Pan Feng moved his hands and feet slightly, feeling that the wound had almost been sealed, he immediately looked up and looked around, and saw that the other wounded soldiers were almost finished, so he immediately ordered: "Tie all the seriously injured to the saddle." “

Soon several wounded, wobbly soldiers were carried onto their horses by their comrades, and their legs and waist were fastened to the saddle with ropes.

Pan Feng saw that everyone was almost busy, and then ordered: "Get on the horse and go." “

The rest of the soldiers turned over their horses one after another, and ran towards the Ming army camp with him beating their horses.

After about two hours of galloping, the Ming army camp was in sight, which was located in the upper reaches of the Rem River, a tributary of the Ob River, at the junction of the Western Wasteland and the Siberian Plain.

I saw a steel bridge more than 100 meters long across both sides of the Rem River, about ten miles north of the Rem River, a brand-new railway station has been built, with the railway station as the center, the city walls are being built on all sides, hundreds of thousands of people are busy in an orderly manner, and a large city that can accommodate a population of five or six hundred thousand has slowly revealed its rudiment.

The city is densely packed with the military camps of the Ming army, stretching for hundreds of miles, Pan Feng weakly looked up at the big camp in front of him, pulled the reins, adjusted the direction slightly, and beat the horse to a camp gate in the west of the center.

Soon, the camp gate was near, he raised his hand, and more than sixty horsemen slowly slowed down their horses with him, so that the guards at the camp gate could see them clearly.

Pan Feng is also a relatively famous general in the Second Army of the Border Guards, and the guards standing guard naturally know him, and when they passed through the camp gate, the guards on both sides not only did not hinder him, but also said in unison: "General Pan." “

Pan Feng nodded, and slowly ran into the camp with his men, and after entering the camp, he ordered in a hoarse voice: "You should return to the camp quickly to heal." “

With that, he threw his horse and went straight to the tent of the commander of the central army, while the cavalry behind him turned to the right in unison, and soon disappeared into the dense tent.

At this time, Ma Xianglin, the commander of the Second Army Corps of the Border Guards, was standing upright in front of a large wooden table in the tent, frowning and staring at the map on the table, and on both sides of the table, two non-commissioned officers were carrying rulers to draw on the map, and from time to time compared a few small maps on the table with a fine brush to add something to the big map.

In less than a day, five enemy fortresses have been discovered in the east, and the battle for Siberia may be extremely difficult.

Just as Ma Xianglin frowned and pondered, there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the tent, and soon, the sound of horses' hooves stopped, and the guards outside the tent shouted in unison: "General Pan." “

Immediately afterwards, Pan Feng, who was wrapped in bandages around his waist, walked in quickly, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "The last general, Pan Feng, see General Ma." “

Ma Xianglin looked at the huge blood stain on his waist, and couldn't help but step forward to help him up, and said with concern: "Crazy, what's wrong with you?" “

Pan Feng shook his head and said sadly: "When the last general found an enemy fortress, more than 2,000 enemy horsemen suddenly came out of the right rear. “

When Ma Xianglin heard this, he patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Sacrifice your life for the country, although you are still honoring in death, mourn." “

Pan Feng nodded silently, took out the bloodstained map from his arms, presented it to Ma Xianglin with both hands, and said in a low voice: "General, this is the location map of the enemy's fortress, this fortress is a three-story fortress, see that the scale is enough to garrison tens of thousands of defenders." “

Ma Xianglin took the map, unfolded it and looked at it carefully, and then directly handed it to the two non-commissioned officers who drew the map behind, and ordered: "Quickly calculate the location and report to Vice Marshal Sun." “

After that, he turned his head again and said with concern: "Crazy, does your injury matter?" “

Pan Feng shook his head and said: "Don't worry, the general is fine, I don't know what the situation is in other ways." “

Ma Xianglin sighed again: "Alas, I'm afraid it's a little troublesome this time, and I only came back to more than ten scouts and found six enemy fortresses, but the one you found is the largest, and the other fortresses are only four or five thousand people at most." “

This time it was indeed troublesome, Sun Chuanting, who was in the tent of the Chinese army, was also frowning deeply at this time, it was less than a day, and the scouts of the First Army of the Frontier Army and the Second Army of the Border Army actually found more than ten fortresses in Tsarist Russia, and the Siberian Plain was simply full of fortresses!