The fire in Stone City is gradually extinguished, the north wind is wolf-smoking, and the choking smoke is bloody and desolate......

Outside the city, there were countless whitish spears, with heads hanging from them, Zhao Hong wiped the blood on the knife, it had been two years since the Rakshasa people raided Wulianghai. At the beginning, the Rakshasa people fought without declaring a war, and in the Lin Weisho, he took a group of brothers to resist desperately, and his brother Hu Ce, who was born and died, was shot through the chest in order to save him.

In the past two years, in order to avenge his brothers, Zhao Hong must rush forward in every battle.

It is also strange to say that the less afraid a person is of death, the safer he is. After fighting for so long, except for a small flesh wound, Zhao Hong has not suffered serious injuries. He regarded this as the blessing of the brothers' spirits in heaven, and often smiled with his current soldiers: This is the group of turtle grandchildren, protecting their foreheads.

A pot of liquor is the amount of each soldier in the army for a month, and Zhao Jun is a little more because he is a hundred households, but even then he can't make up a wine bag. In the army, alcohol is allowed, but it cannot be drunk, and if it affects military affairs, it will be dealt with by military law.

Most people cherish it and drink it when they celebrate victory or relieve pain from injury. Zhao Hong squatted on a stone, looking at the smoke drifting in the distance, as well as the ruins of the stone city of the Rakshasa people, slowly pulled out the wine stopper, and slowly poured the liquor that was precious to the border soldiers on the ground.

"Brothers, the Marquis of Xiangxi has returned, and the day of the counterattack is not far off. Stay down there, for now we have reached the territory of the Rakshasas, and we are waiting for me to avenge you and then go down to meet with the brethren. ”

A desolate horn sounded, and a small soldier ran in the distance, shouting as he ran: "Chief, General Liu asked us to assemble, saying that there is a battle order." ”

Zhao Hong looked at it from a distance, this little soldier was a man from northern Shaanxi, and his face was tender like Datong's daughter, like himself when he first joined the army. At that time, there were people in the camp who bullied him, and Hu Ce always came forward, because he entered the martial arts hall with the merits of his father, and then with the help of his father's comrades-in-arms before he died in the war, he was soon promoted to a hundred households, and Hu Ce became his subordinate, but the relationship between the two has never changed.

Got up and patted the dirt on his buttocks, Zhao Hong touched the two short knives beside him, carefully inserted them into his waist, and said, "I know, let's go, I guess I'm going to fight north." ”

Xiao Bing followed behind his buttocks, hesitated again and again, but still couldn't hold it, opened his mouth and asked, "Boss, why did you bring three knives?" ”

Zhao Hong glanced back at him, Xiao Bing was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and smiled: "Boss, did I ask what I shouldn't ask, I'm so stupid." ”

"Haha, manly man, what can you ask and can't ask. Anything can be asked! You asked, the other party ignored you, and you beat him, this is a good man. Zhao Hong passed Hu Ce's theory to this recruit without moving, and then sighed: "When I die in battle one day, these three knives will all belong to you, and if you fight with four knives, you will have four lives." ”

The remnant sun of the desert made Xiao Bing's face hot, he couldn't understand Zhao Baihu's words, but he felt a little stuffy for some reason... His eyes were sour, his figure choked, and he said in a voice that only he could hear: "Boss, you will definitely not die, everyone has said that you have a blessed body, and every time you rush into your head, you are unharmed." ”

In front of Stone Town, Xia Wanchun personally led the main force of the Jingbei Army and decided to launch an attack on Tsarist Russia in the Irtysh River Valley.

Tsarist Russia continued to send expeditionary forces on the eastern route, and Chen soldiers were on the border, trying to block the northward advance of the Chinese army.

Further east, in Siberia, Tsarist Russia had completely abandoned the Eastern Siberian snowfields due to the attacks of Japanese and Korean soldiers.

On the Ob River, the dock sent by Hou Xuanyan had been put into production, and many well-trained sailors and generals had been sent to this cold north, ready to cut off the Tsarist Russia.

This is a great power war that is destined to be protracted, although Tsarist Russia is not rich and powerful, but the population and land are there, and it has just annexed Ukraine, and there are a lot of Cossack cavalry and shooting armies.

Needless to say, the Chinese army was imposing, rarely met opponents, was well-trained, well-armed, and had timely logistics, and had all the factors needed for a strong army.

The two sides faced each other across the Irtysh River, it was already late spring and early summer, the weather was still a little cold, and even the snort of the war horse could still make a white mist.

The Irtysh River meanders like a dragon coiled on the grassland, the grass is fat and not over the horse's hooves, and the wind blows green grass waves.

The shouts of killing were noisy, and the black-pressed cavalry galloped on horseback, using fire guns to shoot, covering the tide of charging men and horses.

On the other side of the river, the Russians also crucified many charging Chinese troops in the river with their muskets and throwing spears, and they went down the Irtysh River.

Blood stained the river, artillery roared, and a large number of artillery pieces were dispatched on both sides, and for Tsarist Russia, the pain caused by the Mongols' westward expedition had just passed. Although they had been going smoothly in the past few years, constantly conquering and slaughtering, they still fell into panic when they saw the might of the Chinese army. Slave of the Mongols for 300 years... They don't want to continue tasting that.

On the side of the Chinese army, a general stood on a high post, overlooking the battlefield. Behind him were drummers, trumpeters, gold ringers, and flag bearers, and beside him stood a large flag, with the word "Xia" written impressively.

After a while, Yang Zhan arrived on horseback, stopped his horse on the high post, and said with a smile: "General Xiao Xia, these Rakshasas are just afraid that they won't be able to hold on, I listen to their cannon sound gradually thinning, and when our people rush over, it is an opportunity to destroy their main force in one go." ”

As soon as Xia Wanchun wanted to speak, he heard the sound of cannons, which shook their eardrums. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" A burst of smoke enveloped the entire opposite bank, and the sound of dense firecrackers was loud, and the cannon of Dalian Zhu sent out dense firepower, forming a terrifying wave of dense blows.

This is the Chinese army's usual artillery shells poured, the resistance on the other side of the river appeared a break, Xia Wanchun seized the opportunity to stretch out his hand, under the wave of the flag, the horn sounded, and everyone launched the final charge.

In April of the second year of Tianjiao, Xia Wanchun killed all the remnants of Dzungaria in the first battle, and the defense line carefully built by Tsarist Russia was completely broken through in less than half a day.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalry of the Chinese army took advantage of the situation to chase and with the power of a great victory, strangled the Eastern Route Army of Tsarist Russia that came to support, the main general Morozov was captured, and most of the soldiers and horses were annihilated.

At the same time, on the Ob River, the Chinese naval division went down the river, blocking the connection between the east and the west. The supply lines throughout Siberia were cut off, and the few expeditions that remained here were reduced to caged birds.