The cannon roared and fell on the ground, bringing not only smoke and dust, but more blood and minced flesh, a roar loud enough to deafen the creatures that were close at hand, and the dangerous shock wave turned the strong humans and the muscular warhorses into ridiculous rags. [No pop-up novel network]

The people struggled to move forward, and in order to avoid the dangers that could not be resisted by human beings, they had to bend their waists as hard as they could, and try to move as closely as possible to the panicked guinea pigs.

The heroic Cossacks howled and waved their shiny scimitars and launched one desperate attack after another at the position, but the terrible rapid-fire weapons of the Orientals even tore their men and horses to pieces, and the blood spurted and scattered on the messy ground.

Petrov, the confident Russian major general, could only watch his men with trepidation, the brave soldiers being torn to shreds in front of the other party's weapons that exceeded his knowledge.

And when the artillery fire of the other side, which deliberately controlled the firing range, suddenly began to extend, completely bringing the artillery positions of the Russian Expeditionary Force into the firing range, and the red and black flames turned the artillery positions into a lava-spewing hell, Petrov's ambition was directly cold to the asshole.

The officers, who had also been ambitious before the start of the war, were now filled with astonishment at the sudden burst of the great combat power of the army of the Easterners, and a fear of falling into a trap.

Petrov had a sense of humiliation of being deeply wounded and deceived, yes, he hated the damned Orientals, the cunning and despicable Orientals, and if they had shown such a formidable fighting force at the outset, which could even have made his proud Russian general fearful, the Russian Expeditionary Force would never have been so entangled with them here.

"We have been deceived, deceived by a people whom we consider cowardly and powerless, savage and uncivilized." A hoarse, old voice rang in the ears of Petrov, whose face was red and blue with anger.

Petrov turned his head suddenly, and saw the famous Russian Marshal Rumyantsev standing beside him, his light gray eyes full of exhaustion and loss.

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"Marshal, why are you here, it's dangerous here." Petrov had to shout loudly to drown out the hateful sound of artillery fire.

"It doesn't matter, dear Major General, by this time anywhere will be the front. Isn't it? Rumyantsev shrugged his shoulders and seemed to continue his usual humor, but at the moment it sounded so cold, yes, it was a cold joke that was not funny.

"I used to yearn for the East, dear Mr. Petrov, well, now an old man talks to a young man, and I hope you don't mind me calling you that." Rumyantsev casually took off his beautiful military hat and straightened his silver hair, which looked a little messy.

"Of course, honorable marshal." Petrov looked at Rumyantsev in front of him with some uncertainty, he had never found the old man as peaceful as he was in his own backyard. It's a battlefield, a brutal battlefield of blood and fire, life and death.

In the face of the countless artillery fire and smoke, as well as the howls and screams and cries of humans, as well as the roar of the terrible weapons invented and created by humans, his expression was unprecedentedly calm, which made Petrov, who was originally full of anxiety and nervousness, a trace of curiosity arose.

"Yes, I used to yearn for the Orient, a land of great richness, with its splendid silks, its fragrant and tranquil teas, and its precious porcelain like a treasure, all of which fascinated and fascinated the whole of Europe. Yes, when I was very young, my grandfather, a retired Russian major general and one of the participants in the Yaksa War, once told me that as long as we in Russia can extend our tentacles, then we will be able to gain more than we can imagine. ”

"He told me that those Orientals were arrogant and stupid, and they didn't even know what diplomatic vocabulary was, let alone what negotiation was, a war that was supposed to be a defeat for us Russia, but we had the vastness of Siberia, yes, until then, everyone knew that there was no master in this land at all, and the Tatar emperor who occupied the ruling power in the East could only be described as stupid and arrogant, closed and narrow-minded, and as a result, in order to show us their benevolence, yes, this is my grandfather, As I was told by the participants in the treaty negotiations at the time, the Prime Minister of their empire used such a word. So, they ...... You should know what I mean. Rumyantsev gestured. We did it. ”

"My grandfather has always instilled in me the idea that these Orientals in the past had a great talent for creating surnames, they knew almost the world, but when those Tatars became their rulers, they destroyed almost everything, their costumes, even their power, my God, when I heard this story, I even thought it was nothing more than a ridiculous fairy tale......"

The counterattack of the army of the Easterners was no longer limited to the attacked position, they began to leap out of cover, raise their rifles, shout and fire, pull the bolt and throw out the cartridge case, and then, pulling the trigger, the bullet spun and flew out of the chamber at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and went forward, easily piercing the leather armor of a Cossack cavalryman, tearing his skin and musculature, and burrowing into his body.

“…… An empire that was so powerful that the whole world was amazed that they were robbed of power by a group of Tatars, who only knew how to use butcher's knives and torture to deal with that people, and they wanted to enslave this land, first of all, they had to make them forget their pride, their great civilization, and these Tatars were even more murderous and cunning than the Mongols who invaded Russia and Europe. Not only do they take off the clothes and hairstyles they have worn for thousands of years, but they also want to culturally eradicate their physical surnames and creative ......"

A cannonball fell, exploding dozens of paces in front of them, and more than a dozen guards in charge of the guard were torn to shreds in the crackling firelight. And Rumyantsev's story continues...... "My father, a good Russian lieutenant general, who was once the commander in charge of Siberian affairs, continued to instill in me the idea that yes, this great people is already changing, not for the better, but beginning to become stupid, cowardly, as savage and ignorant as those Tatars, who even forgot that their ancestors improved and created firearms again and again, and they rejected all changes, Even the things they invented and created were hereticals, you know? The Tatar emperor even ordered the control of the gunpowder of the people, and even the army, for fear that the people they ruled would use these things to rebel against the rule of the Tatars, and their weapons would be much behind the empire that had been destroyed by them before......"

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Horses, war horses, countless war horses carrying thousands of black-clad and black-helmeted cavalry, were rushing at a rapid speed, towards the camp of the Russian expeditionary force not far away, 20,000 iron horsemen, as if without the slightest warning, the terrible nightmare that emerged from hell, revealing their hideous minions, with that earth-shattering roar, rushing forward.

At the front of the camp, news had been received, and the tens of thousands of Cossack cavalry who had set up their formations were facing this group of fearless and hideous black-armored demons, their flickering eyes revealed a trace of uncertainty, yes, no one could dare to charge and advance without reservation in the face of the Cossacks, but now, in front of them, the roar of those black-clad and black-armored Oriental cavalry made people tremble, and the scimitars in their hands even gave people the illusion that they were already swordsmen.

They are like the raging waves, as if even a majestic peak cannot stop their steps, and all obstacles that hinder their progress will be torn to pieces.

“…… When I received the order of His Majesty the Tsar, the reason why I did not refuse was because I wanted to personally verify and verify the experience of my grandfather and my father......"

"Marshals, generals, we must get out of here, the cavalry, their cavalry has appeared, God, absolutely more than ten thousand people, absolutely not more, we must get out of here." Rumyantsev's adjutant was shouting loudly, and the officers and guards around them were so frightened and shouted loudly, giving orders that were repeated or reversed.

And Rumyantsev, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, continued to say loudly to Petrov, who was terrified, looking for a mount, hoping to escape from the crisis of being annihilated by tens of thousands of powerful Eastern troops: "But I was wrong, yes, we were all wrong, we made the same mistakes as our European compatriots, we despised them, we despised this empire, the strength and determination of this nation, and the courage and ability of this nation to continue together. Now is the time for us to pay the price for it, except that this price will not only be our expeditionary force, dear Petrov, believe me, they will become a fierce enemy for Russia, oh no, and even for the whole of Europe......"

"This old madman! Come on! Quick, let the Cossacks go to the rear, stop those damned Eastern mongrels, you, I command you, by all means, to stop their counterattack......" Petrov gave the order in a panic, mounted the horse brought by the adjutant, and under the protection of the guards, threw down the Russian Imperial Marshal, who was like a mental patient, and struck the mount with his whip with all his might, and fled in the direction that he subconsciously thought was safe.

"Yes, dear grandfather, dear father, we are all wrong, they are recovering faster than all of us can imagine, the East, this vast land that should have been Russian, has ......" A shrapnel flying from an unknown direction hit the reich marshal in the chest, and he lowered his head in amazement, looking at the white and clean placket of his shirt soaked in blood and dyed a strange red.

He pushed away the attendants who supported his body, and staggered to take a step, but at last, with his legs weak, fell to his knees on the land that his fathers had possessed with bayonets and muskets, and the fragrance of the earth and weeds would bury his old and dying **, along with his soul...... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

(To be continued)