Sun Tzu's Art of War has a cloud: all those who fight, with the right fit, with the odd victory. Therefore, those who are good and surprising are as infinite as heaven and earth, and inexhaustible as rivers. Winning by surprise has always been the golden rule of soldiers, and Bo Ritu also wanted to surprise the Russian army and attack the Russian army unprepared, but he really didn't expect that he could do it so perfectly.

Along the way, the Fifth Army Group was like Genghis Khan's Mongolian cavalry, thirsty to drink mare's milk, hungry to gnaw on jerky, sleepy on horseback, sixty miles to change horses, day and night straight to Tomsk. The total strength of the Fifth Army Group reached more than 91,000 men, and there were more than 400,000 horses. With such a large-scale march, Bozhtu thought that the Russian army would be a little prepared, and he didn't think that the Russian army's preparations would be so different.

When the army reached Tomsk after ten days of sleepless and arduous march, the Russians were unprepared, and the gates of the castle were open and welcoming inside. This time, the Mongolian foxes were no longer suspicious, no matter what the situation of the Russians was, they must not have any preparations, and they would be sorry for themselves if they did not kill them.

"The first division stabilized the position, the second division outflanked the rear, and the rest of the people went into the city for Lao Tzu! Rush in and kill them all! The blockade of the official warehouse is handed over to the treasury, and the rest of the gold and silver are yours, and the women are yours! Kill the warriors who enter Mongolia, this is your hunting ground, all fat prey, belong to the bravest Mongolian warriors, kill them, kill them all! Prove your prowess with their blood! Bozhtu's eyes were also a little open, but he still knew what he had to do, and raised his saber and gave the most direct order to the troops.

"Kill!" The Mongol cavalry, like their ancestors, marched into Tomsk with sabers in high and shouts of joy.

Until the 19th century, Tomsk was an important fortress for the Russian army, but as the front moved east, its strategic location had seriously declined and it became a very purely commercial city. Caravans and armies from the East and the West passed through here, and Tomsk's strategic significance changed from a fortress to a transit supply station. Therefore, although Tomsk has a population of more than 100,000, the defenders only have more than 3,000 people, after all, no one expected that the enemy would directly kill the hinterland of Russia.

Tomsk was not only under-armed, but also very poorly equipped. The main task of the army here is to bully the surrounding Mongolian herdsmen and force them to pay certain taxes and furs. Mongolian herdsmen are not only sparse in number, but also very backward in equipment and organization, and there is naturally no need for the Russian army to be equipped with any advanced weapons in such places. Therefore, the Russian army in Tomsk, not to mention the rear-loading guns, is not even a lot of rifled guns, and most of them are still equipped with broken shots.

The best way to deal with a large cavalry charge is machine guns, which are also the only effective way. Not to mention the Russian army, which is still using front-loading guns, is the Manchurian Army, which uses medium and formal rifles, and if it relies on rifles alone to form a defensive line, it will not be able to resist the charge of cavalry. Machine guns appeared on the battlefield, and they were advanced water-cooled heavy machine guns, but they did not belong to the Russian army, but the Mongolian cavalry was using machine guns to suppress the small resistance of the Russian army, clearing the way for their own cavalry charge.

Nearly 50,000 troops rushed into a city with only 3,000 defenders, in fact, there was no need to consider the problem of troops, and the huge gap in strength had solved all problems. The fleeing Russian troops fell under the swords one after another, and some of the Russian troops who relied on the castle to defend under the organization of the officers were also quickly beaten into a sieve by heavy machine guns. Tomsk turned into a fat sheep, and now it is a meal on the plate of the Mongol warriors.

The streets of the city were still littered with remnants of soldiers, as well as a few brave Slavic men, and the dense courtyards and houses made it impossible for horses to gallop freely, and the Russians seemed to have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the Mongol warriors, who had already been trained in Manchuria, jumped off their horses, put away their sabers, and raised their rifles in their hands. Lever rifles and large revolvers, which are definitely sharp weapons in street fighting, are even better than medium rifles to some extent, after all, they have a higher rate of fire per shot. Soon the remnants of the army were purged, the strong Slavic men fell in pools of blood, and the law of the steppe ruled Tomsk. Children who are no taller than wheels become slaves, women are trophies of warriors, and men are dead.

Ignoring the killings and cries in the city, Bozhtu, after clearing the remnants of the enemy, went straight to the government office in Tomsk, where he wanted to find out how much grain was stored there. However, when he entered the office, the first thing he saw was a sumptuous Russian banquet, as if a banquet was going to be held here. A Mongolian maid who works here explained the cause and effect to Bo Ritu and made Bo Ritu understand everything.

How could Tomsk not know about the large formation of hundreds of thousands of horses, but because of backward communications, the Russian army did not figure out who was coming. But they didn't even know about the declaration of war in Manchuria, and they took it for granted that the brigade from the east was their own. The mayor of Tomsk thought that such a large army was going to return to Russia with such a large army, so he specially prepared a sumptuous banquet to entertain the Russian generals passing by.

The confused mayor personally went to meet the friendly general, and then his head was cut off by a sabre, and even the body could not be found. However, his banquet was really sumptuous, and Bozhtu and his generals enjoyed the Russian feast without the slightest psychological burden, as the mayor wished before his death.

Bo Ritu and the generals, who have been seriously sinicized, are already exhausted, so after dinner, they quickly fell asleep in the mayor's house. The next morning, after sleeping for sixteen hours, Bo Ritu struggled to get up from the velvet bed. The Mongolian maid in the mayor's house had a very average barbecue, but the bread was well baked, so Bozhtu could only eat a Russian breakfast. The bread was sweet, and there was an extra white girl with red eyes to serve him, so that Bo Ritu was still very satisfied with the breakfast.

"She is the mayor's youngest daughter, and yesterday ......" the Mongolian maid told Bozhtu the identity of the white maiden, and at the same time told Bozhtu what happened in Tomsk while he was asleep.

Bozhtu has been sinicized, but the cavalry still maintains the true colors of the Mongols, and they sleep well on horseback, and their energy is still very strong. In one night, they did a lot of things, such as killing all the white men they hated, so that the white women got to know the Oriental men in depth, and put all the belongings that Goxinga gave them into their own pockets. Of course, the soldiers who knew the rules very well did not forget the leader, so the mayor's charming little daughter appeared by Bozhtu's side, and the bulk of Tomsk's belongings were also sealed, ready to be honored to Goxinga in the future.

After a while, Bozhtu gave the Persian cat that liked to tickle people to the commander of the 1st Cavalry Division, Halbara, although Halbara was his nephew, but the Mongols did not particularly care about this. After Lyubharbara and the 1st Separate Cavalry Brigade built fortifications to block the road in Tomsk, Bozhtu and his men headed straight for the next target, Yeniseisk, where the steppe wolves bared their sharp teeth and demanded that the Russians pay a heavy price for their betrayal.