The appearance of the natives around him darkened Batlov's eyes, and he didn't even look closely, but only took a cursory glance to know that it was over.

There are at least three thousand natives present, the vast majority of whom are adult hunters.

If these people were the Cossack cavalry of the victorious period, they were not afraid at all. Against a more numerous enemy, the Cossack cavalry was also confident of victory.

But now it's different! They have been crippled by the Far Eastern musketeers, and what can they do with the natives who are waiting for their work.

At this moment, even if Batlov was a pig, he knew that he had fallen into a trap, and the Far Easterners first ambushed them in the woods, and then led them to the predetermined battlefield little by little.

I'm afraid that Yuvsky's escape alive was the result of the Far Easterners deliberately releasing water, otherwise ten Cossack cavalrymen would not have been able to kill from thousands of people, even if they were covered with iron.

All this was carefully laid out, seducing them Cossack cavalry step by step into the trap.

The most hateful were the commanders of the Far Easterners' musketeers, fearing that these natives would not be able to capture them all, and deliberately gave up their geographical advantage to attract them to attack.

Although the musketeers suffered many casualties, they succeeded! The Cossack cavalry had little chance of escaping, and there was only one way to break through except surrender.

Thinking of what they had done in the Far East, Batlov abandoned the idea of surrender.

"Brave Cossack cavalry! There is never such a word surrender in the dictionary of the Cossacks, for the glory of the Cossacks, for the sake of His Majesty the Tsar, kill all these hateful Far Easterners with me! Batlov didn't care about continuing to fight with the Changxing army, and led more than 600 Cossack cavalry to kill the natives.

At the moment, he just wants to open a gap in the native's body, and if he is lucky, he can kill and escape.

Once he escapes, he will no longer reveal his whereabouts, and will hide and attack the various indigenous tribes.

He wants to make the whole Far East restless, and he wants the Far Easterners to live in his shadow.

The Cossacks were indeed elite hussars, and the natives of the Far Eastern peoples who met them were clearly no match for them.

But each of these natives is not afraid of death, and each of them was born desperate with nature.

In this bitter cold environment, the weak cannot survive at all, and if they want to live, they have to fight against nature every moment.

Desperate efforts were already commonplace for them, and although they were no match for the Cossack cavalry, they had the fighting spirit to never back down.

A particularly bitter battle unfolded in a cavalry duel, and although it would take twice as much to kill a Cossack cavalryman, the natives did it.

It wasn't until Ma Hu joined the battle group with more than 300 musketeers that the Cossack cavalry's precise strikes finally couldn't support it.

The natives welcomed the support of the Changxing Army very much, and even if they were accidentally injured by the Changxing Army, they had no regrets.

For them, being able to kill this group of hateful old hairy people is the happiest thing.

In particular, each head was rewarded with a sparkling silver dollar, which has become an indispensable currency in the daily life of the natives of the Far East.

For silver dollars that can buy food, weapons, and fine goods, every indigenous person of the Far East will not miss the opportunity to earn them.

This ambush battle led by Bingcheng is the best opportunity to earn silver dollars, and each old man's head is worth thirty silver dollars.

They couldn't refuse the reward offered by the Changxing Army, if it weren't for Ma Hu's strict requirements, I am afraid that the entire natives from Bingcheng to Yakutsk would participate in this operation to encircle and suppress Lao Maozi.

The Rakshasa expedition ended in the annihilation of the entire army again, and it is believed that their Tsarist Russia will have to consider whether it is worth it if they want to send people to the Far East to die.

But the march of the Changxing army did not stop, and from the dead Batlov they found the map.

With this map, the Changxing army will build strongholds little by little along the route of the Cossacks' march, gradually moving closer to the Rakshasa country that wants to stretch its hand to the east.

When the Changxing Army appeared abroad in the Rakshasas, I believe that their Tsar's expression must have been very exciting.

Today's Liaodong has become a different scene, and the towns destroyed by the Jurchens have risen one after another.

Green crops gradually appeared on the barren land, and the people would smile from ear to ear when they looked at the crops in the field.

They only have free time to go into the fields to weed and catch insects, for fear that these little things will reduce their grain production.

Last year, the best season for sowing was missed, and the yield of potatoes has made the people in Kanto happy.

When the autumn harvest comes, you can hardly believe your eyes when you dig potatoes out of the fields.

Looking at the cellar that was filled, they had a comfortable winter for the first time, and it was so comfortable to be able to eat enough winter.

Sitting on a hot kang with coals and eating potatoes that had been boiled in salted water first, the feeling of fullness in their stomachs made them not believe it was real.

Drinking water and thinking of the source, the people of Kanto are simple. They worship the King of Dingliao who can make them live a good life, and there is an immortal tablet for the King of Dingliao at home.

They took out a part of the money that was not yet abundant to buy incense and candles to worship in front of the ranks, praying that the king of Dingliao would live a long life and that this good life could last for a long time.

Here, businessmen are no longer cheap, and businessmen with flexible minds have accurately seized business opportunities.

When the New Year is approaching, the best selling is not the New Year's paintings, door gods, and stove kings of previous years, but the portrait of Zhang Dou, the king of Dingliao.

Almost every simple citizen would buy one and hang it on the tablet at home, and the nimble merchant earned a handsome silver dollar for the portrait alone.

People with surplus food began to raise various livestock at home, and meat, which was difficult to eat in previous years, was finally put on the table for Chinese New Year's Eve.

Winter training has become a ladder for ordinary people to become rich, and the treatment of becoming a Changxing army has made every ordinary person of appropriate age enthusiastically sign up to participate.

The Changxing Army has also greatly raised the standard of conscription when it has enough soldiers, and it is no longer possible for people over the age of 30 to join the army.

Unless someone with a skill can have a chance to be selected by the Changxing Army, even a young and strong young man has a high chance of losing the selection.

Asking the village veterans to help them train became the most popular thing in winter, and from the spring to the midsummer slack season, you can see a group of young men gathering together to practice queues and assassination fights.

Each of them sweated their own sweat, hoping that they could be selected by the Changxing Army and become the Changxing Army that everyone envied.

In the midst of the green crops, a horse-drawn carriage walked slowly, and a dozen people dressed as domestic servants walked with careful guards beside the carriage.

"Iron Bull! Let's go out for a walk, can you not be so nervous? ”

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