The monk who had been standing on the bell tower and striking the bell stared at the miserable shape of the smoke and dust that filled the east wall, and he even forgot his duty to ring the bronze bell, and kept drawing crosses on his chest, hoping to save their souls from the God they believed in. [No pop-up novel network]

The women and children screamed and hid, and some even turned their guns on their own people in order to snatch a kiln where they could stay.

The sound of the cannon continued, but it could not suppress the shouts and cheers from the periphery of the crumbling walls, and the loud trumpets of the charge.

"Oh God! ......" Colonel Arshavin clasped his hands in front of his chest and clutched the cross tightly, his gray-blue eyes full of horror and despair as he watched the black-clad and black-armored Orientals roar with a deafening roar.

Arshavin reached out and grabbed the guards beside him, shouting and roaring loudly. "Let those Cossacks who were left by the marshal to watch over the grain and grass rush over, let them all go over and plug the gap, otherwise we will all be finished, damn it, don't go quickly!"

The remnants of the troops on the city wall were panicking to block the attack, but it attracted those Chinese soldiers like wolves to fight back sharply, after the crisp and piercing gunshots, there would always be a terrible scream from the part of the city wall that had not yet collapsed, and some soldiers directly covered their wounds, fell from the wall, smashed to the ground, and turned into a puddle of flesh.

"Cossacks! Sortie! "The last reserve in the city was originally a thousand Cossacks who had been left in the fortress of Udinsk by Marshal Rumyantsev and guarded the food and grass of the 30,000 expeditionary troops.

Arshavin, as the defender of the city, had no right to disobey the orders of Marshal Rumyantsev, but now, seeing that the fortress was about to be breached, when those soldiers of the Chinese Empire attacked the fortress, then there was only one ending waiting for them.

Soon, those Cossacks came to the eastern city where the city walls had collapsed as fast as they could, and these Cossacks, who were the best at using scimitars in their hands, riding war horses, and cutting off the enemy's heads, could now only rely on their legs, wielding the scimitars in their hands, on the ruins that were so messy that it was difficult to settle, to stop the Chinese troops who were armed to the teeth and had poured forward.

More than a thousand Cossacks who had abandoned their horses heroically raised their scimitars in their hands, clad in rudimentary leather armor, and howled to the top of the ruins, believing that as long as they had weapons in their hands, they would be fearless and invincible.

The scimitar of the snow seems to have been built into a dangerous forest, and for hundreds of years, the Cossacks have been able to make a name for themselves in Eurasia with their fearless courage, strong bodies, and trust in their weapons.

And their opponents, those who had already installed three-edged bayonets on their rifles, faced the scimitars like a forest, but they were not afraid, raised the rifles with bayonets and roared and rushed forward, the gray Cossacks, and the black and bewitching Chinese Emperor [***] people, just under the remnants of this broken wall, like two unstoppable torrents, collided together...... "Quick, go to the basement, let the old man and the children go in first, and hurry up, monks, pick up the weapons in your hands, and hold this place with me." , this is God's refuge and must not allow those damned infidels, never allowed. "A powerful monk with a flintlock flintlock in his hand stood at the gate, roaring loudly at his companions.

The fierce fighting and the roar of guns continued, but the sound from the eastern city was getting closer and closer, and these monks who had not received military training, even with weapons, could not hide the panic and fragility in their hearts, and could only chant the true name of God in their hearts and pray for a miracle.

"Ah......" A heroic Cossack slashed down with a scimitar in his hand, but was pushed away by his opponent with a bayonet, and before he could make the next move, another bayonet sinisterly flashed into his left rib like a poisonous snake out of a cave, and plunged into it from the bottom to the top without hesitation, piercing the thin leather armor, piercing the clothing and skin, and penetrating deep into his chest.

His wide-mouthed roar turned into a wail, but soon he could no longer make a sound, only streams of blood poured out of his throat, like a drunkard who drank until he vomited blood, and staggered to his head on the rubble of broken bricks.

He tried to keep his eyes open, as if he wanted to see his companions from his side, to be able to get help from them, but he saw one after another falling figures, the flames that spewed from the muzzles of the vile Orientals from time to time, which always made a brave, well-swordsmanlike Cossack warrior clung to the wound he had been hit, and fell in despair.

The sound that could be heard by the ears was gradually blurred, and what the eyes could see was gradually dimmed, and at this moment, another Chinese soldier in black clothes and black armor rushed forward, the sturdy thick-soled leather boots stomped heavily on his chest, and waved the command knife in his hand, calling more Chinese soldiers to pour into the gap, hiding the Cossacks in the black wave...... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Major Yushchenko, a major of the Cossack cavalry, stood on the log-made watchtower of the Natulong station, observing the distance, his brows tightly knit into a Sichuan character. On his body, this sturdy military station, which was originally built of brick and stone, was now more like a place to house beggars.

The tall brick walls have been destroyed to rubble, and even the buildings in the barracks are barely intact, and you can even smell the foul stench in the messy rooms and stone piles.

All this was done by the damned Orientals last winter, who attacked these stations with the most despicable and shameless means, killed all the Russian soldiers in the stations, destroyed the fortified city defenses, and tried in vain to destroy the achievements of the Russians who had spent hundreds of years of exploration and adventure to the East.

And now, their actions have angered Her Majesty the Honored Tsaress, and the entire Russian Empire, and now the mighty expeditionary force has come to the East, and will avenge the Russian warriors who have been buried under this land, and make the vile and shameless Easterners pay the price they deserve.

But now, the 500 Cossack cavalry and 200 Russian infantrymen who were ordered to be stationed in the ruins of this depot can only guard this main road of communication in this broken place, so as to prevent the grain and grass passage of the army from being cut off by the cunning Orientals, which will bring incalculable losses to the expeditionary force.

The barracks were hastily built of logs, and the walls were made of logs and rubble, but Yushchenko had little hope for such fortifications, but he also did not care too much about the quality of the fortifications, because in front of such a powerful Russian expeditionary force, any enemy would only groan under the iron hooves.

As for the understanding of the Orientals, in Yushchenko's thinking, the East is the root of the Yellow Peril, all the Orientals are Mongolian descendants who ride on horseback, carry knives and bows and arrows, and charge with strange screams in their mouths, but are always frightened by those cannons and muskets and flee in embarrassment.

And now, in the West, the Mongols, who used to ride on the heads of all European peoples, one khanate after another, have become vassals of Russia, and have even submitted to the feet of Russia.

Such an enemy, this powerful expeditionary force could naturally be easily defeated, but now, a small problem has arisen, which makes Major Yushchenko a little unhappy, because the grain and grass escort team that should have arrived at this military station yesterday did not arrive on time as expected.

Today, Major Yushchenko had been standing on this tower for nearly two hours, and it was close to noon, and there was still no sign of him.

"Yesterday there should have been a shipment of rations, but now, I haven't even seen a single figure, have those slackers in the Udinsk fortress forgotten the orders of His Excellency the Marshal?" Annoyed, Yushchenko angrily slapped the rough log fence and tried to continue to look at the road ahead.

"Maybe it's a delay, it's a common occurrence like this." Next to him, Russian infantry lieutenant Pagliuka shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly. This lieutenant was sent by the Udinsk fortress to cooperate with Lieutenant Yushchenko in guarding this military station, and it seemed that the laziness of the Easterners had influenced this idiot, who took such an important matter so seriously.

Yushchenko glanced at the lieutenant, turned his head to the Cossack guards standing behind him, and ordered: "Go to Captain Ladimir and convey my order to take a detachment of cavalry to the fortress of Udinsk and ask our honorable colonel when the grain and grass will be delivered, hoping that he is only a momentary negligence, and not that he has not taken the orders of His Excellency Marshal to heart." ”

Soon, a hundred Cossack cavalrymen prepared their weapons and mounts, shouted loudly, urging their mounts to leave the barracks and gallop along the improvised avenue in the direction of the Udinsk fortress.

Watching the figures of those sturdy Cossack cavalrymen disappear from sight, the corners of Yushchenko's mouth curved slightly, this is the most heroic cavalry in the world.

Yushchenko returned to his room, and had just bitten the cork of a bottle of spirits to drink, when he heard a loud shout coming from outside the door. "Major, our cavalry is back!"

"Coming back? Looks like I've met those idiots who are transporting grain and grass. Yushchenko took a sip of spirits, put the cork on the bottle and turned out of the barracks, and just outside the barracks, Yushchenko could already see the figure of the Cossack cavalry galloping in the distance, but why did the Cossack warriors who should have looked elated and high-spirited seem so hasty? ……

(To be continued)