(The Far East in 1854, not the Far East in 1904, when the Primorsky region was still part of China, and the Russian population east of Temple Street to Alaska did not exceed 5,000 people, and it was scattered across a dozen strongholds including Temple Street, Sakhalin, Kamchatka, and Alaska.) www.biquge.info It was only in 1854 that 800 troops and 100 Cossacks were added to those strongholds, and they were sprinkled like pepper noodles throughout Siberia and the Far East, well, and Alaska.

The Russians were very powerful, but in 1854 they did not make much progress compared to 1654, there was no change in transportation, and their forces were more dispersed. Historically, in 1856, even the Japanese knew that when the navy could go to sea, the first thing they would do was to grab territory from the Russians - they said this because the Russian power was tied up by Britain and France at that time, but the Japanese missed that opportunity, and the year of the Crimean War ended.

As for now, no matter how strong Russia is, is it possible for it to increase its troops to the Far East, to Kamchatka? Is it through thousands of kilometers of no-man's land? Or send the Navy through the blockade of the Anglo-French fleet? You only get one chance! To miss is to miss! ）

“…… Bullets are stupid, bayonets are heroes, let them see Russian manhood! ”

At the instigation of Muravieu, the soldiers of Petropavlovsk, who had fainted from the violent explosion, slowly regained their courage, and under the command of the officers, they took refuge among the remaining walls, carriages, logs, and broken walls.

"Ivanovich, you are lined up here with rifled guns and wait for the enemy troops, and as soon as they get close to 200 rights, open fire......"

As the supreme commander, Muraviyo constantly gave orders, and at the same time deployed his most elite troops in the most advantageous positions.

Most of the weapons used by these Russian soldiers in the smoke of gunfire were Napoleon-era smoothbore guns, and only a very small number of soldiers used the latest Ritch rifled guns, and based on the experience of the last defensive battle, Muraviio concentrated these soldiers with Ritch rifled guns into a platoon for long-distance sniping at the enemy.

In the last defensive operation, this platoon played an even more role than a battalion, and most of the soldiers who wielded the rifled rifles were hunters, and they killed and wounded a large number of British and French troops, at least a hundred British and French soldiers died at their guns.

"Yes, sir!"

After receiving the order, Ivanovich, who was both an officer and a hunter, immediately led his soldiers, scattered them in a position of just over a hundred powers from the coast, and in the invasion of the British and French, they kept shooting the British and French troops at sea, as if hunting!

"It's just a hunt!"

Ivanovich, who was nestled behind a few logs, placed four paper-wrapped ammunition on the wood and muttered to himself as he raised his gun.

It's close!

Aiming at the sampan on the sea, Ivanovich slowly aimed at the enemy, separated by 200 powers, even with rifled guns, sometimes by God forbid, but fortunately, the enemy is crowded in the sampan, and the target becomes larger, which is naturally easier to attack.

As he continued to paddle the boat, Bian Sung-hoon could see the enemy approaching the beach in the smoke of gunpowder, and they seemed to be ready to block the big guy on the beach.

"Squad leader, there are enemy troops on the shore!"

The moment the words fell, with a "chirp", a bullet flew almost against the scalp of the big guy.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and ......."

The sudden danger made the squad leader shout loudly, while the other comrades on the ship were already hit by bullets, and the wounded comrades let out a miserable cry.

"Hurry up, if you don't want to die, hurry up......"

The soldiers on the sampan rowed desperately, they knew whether they could save their lives, it all depended on how fast they rowed, for the soldiers on the sampan, in the process of landing, they were simply in a passive situation.

"There's still time for three shots!"

As an old hunter, Ivanovich chose to hold off the enemy on the coast precisely because the enemy troops rowing on the boat had no chance to fight back, and they had to avoid firing - they had no chance to reload ammunition on the rocking sampan, and the more time wasted, the longer they were ashore, the more time the defenders on the shore could calmly attack them.

Just as Ivanovich picked up the rifle in his hand again, he saw two soldiers standing on the sampan, who stood on the sampan and raised their rifles in their hands.

"Aim and shoot!"

When the squad leader's words reached Bian Chengxun's ears, he was already aiming at the enemy on the shore, and shooting on a rickety sampan was not an easy task, even in the past training, the hit rate was half to half.

While adapting to the rhythm of the sampan shaking, Bian Sung-hoon, who was holding the gun, aimed at the enemy, and when the notch and crosshair of the gauge pressed against the enemy, he shook with the shaking of the sampan, and before shaking again, he pulled the trigger, and with a gunshot, the gun sat down, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a cloud of smoke.

Bian Chengxun did not consider whether he had hit the enemy or not, but pulled the bolt again and took out a bullet from the cowhide cartridge box on his waist.

Round toe front flat toe back ......

This is a verbal duel to remember when loading a Han-style rifle, the round head is the bullet head, the flat head is the bullet tail, if the loading is reversed, the bullet is impossible to fire.

"Whoa!"

From picking up the bullet to loading it again, it took only three or four seconds, aiming, shooting, and loading......

In the shooting of Bian Chengxun and his comrades, clouds of white smoke continued to pour out from the muzzles of their guns, and bullets continued to hit the enemy on the shore.

As the flesh crumbled, the soldier who had been hit in the shoulder let out a scream, and then clutched his wound and struggled in a pool of blood. Ivanovich looked at the enemy on the sampan in amazement, his eyes wide and his lips trembling slightly.

"This, how can this be ......"

How could it be so fast? What kind of guns did they use?

But the question in Ivanovich's mind was overwhelmed by fear for a moment - the soldiers who had killed one British and French soldier after another were constantly being hit by the enemy at sea, and their weapons were as if they did not need to be reloaded, and they could shoot non-stop. What's worse is that even on the wobbly sampan, the bullets they fired still seemed to have eyes, and they could accurately hit the soldiers on the shore.

However, at a distance of more than 100 meters, as the most elite marine, there is no need for much aiming at all. Once they have spotted their target, they can easily hit them as long as they follow the rhythm of the sampan, and although there is cover in front of the Russians on the shore, most of them are still accustomed to shooting with their bodies exposed.

While Bian Chengxun kept aiming and shooting, his comrades kept paddling the sampan. The impact of the sampan hitting the beach threw Bian Chengxun off the boat, and when he finally regained his footing, his comrades had already jumped out of the boat and rushed towards the shore, they did not line up in three rows to maintain the density of fire as in the past, but after hiding some obstacles near the beach, they took advantage of the protection of the objects to shoot at the enemy.

Compared to the previous gunfire of the Russians, although they were few in number, the gunfire was extremely dense, as if hundreds of people were constantly firing, and under their attack, the Russian soldiers along the beachhead retreated towards the burning city.

"We're done......"

The thought crossed the mind of Ivanovic, who had finally retreated into the city, when he saw several enemies approaching the city they were guarding with guns, and the battle lines of the enemies were scattered, unlike the usual queues.

What are they going to do?

Surprised, Ivanovich saw those enemies throw something out of their hands behind the city wall, which seemed to be like a wooden hammer?

Wooden hammer?

Before he could react, a cloud of smoke exploded from behind the wooden city wall, only the explosion and gunpowder smoke blew the nearby soldiers to the ground, and several soldiers hiding behind the carriage were directly blown off.

"My lord, we can't win at all......"

A soldier looked at Ivanovich in horror and said that everything had been beyond their expectations from the beginning of the battle until now. The enemy's guns can shoot like revolvers, their shells can blow up a solid stone house at a time, even their grenades can kill a dozen soldiers, and even more lethal is that their bullets are like long eyes, and can kill everyone exactly from a distance of hundreds of powers.

And those people seem to be very aware of their superiority - they did not attack at all, but with the help of various obstacles, they constantly shot inward from the gaps in the wall, and now they have control of the wall, and when they shoot the big guys with bullets, they also "squeeze" them with grenades from time to time.

"They're coming!"

Otherwise, I don't know who shouted. Following the sound, everyone saw that more enemies had come ashore, and the sound of drums came through the smoke of gunpowder.

Now those men were marching to the beat of drums, and in the smoke they seemed to see the enemy marching towards the city with the banners, and approaching them more and more.

"My lord, we're all done!"

The shouts of terror around him made Muraview's mood a little low, and he wanted to defend the honor of Russia, and he even wanted to order his soldiers to line up, as they had done decades earlier when Napoleon had been defeated, to form a square line, and to teach the invaders a good lesson with their bayonets.

But what's the use?

His gunners didn't even have a chance to open fire - because the enemy always hit the gunner accurately, so that the gunner couldn't go to the muzzle to reload the shell.

Even now, when he ordered his soldiers to form a platoon and charge with bayonets, it was only a matter of sending everyone to the enemy's guns.

Looking at the terrified soldiers in the smoke of gunfire, and the corpses that have been blown up, looking at the burning houses, what can you do even if you continue to fight? Now that the city no longer exists, and the enemy's shelling is even more intense, and the entire fleet has joined the shelling, is there any point in resisting now?

"Hey,"

There was a sigh in his voice, as if to be in the city, for his own incompetence, and thinking of this, he walked out of the broken wall and walked straight in the direction of the enemy.

"Sir......

One of the soldiers looked at the direction of the commander in confusion, what was he going to do?

Stooping down to pick up a rifle, Muraviio strapped a piece of white cloth to his gun as he walked, and looked at the enemy who was getting closer, and for the first time he saw that the enemy was exactly the same—the swarthy face was clearly that of an Oriental, and they were not British.

Looking at the enemies who came out of the cover, looking at the military uniforms they had never seen before, Muraviio's heart suddenly welled up with the urge to curse.

It was a messy battle - and until now he didn't even know who his enemy was.

Just as this urge came to Muraviyo's heart, he saw a red flag fluttering in the wind...... (To be continued.) )