The Siberian Plain, the most abundant of the great plains known for its barrenness and coldness, and the most lush except for the trees and beasts, the whole world seems to be covered with lush, mottled shades of green, and occasionally, on the extremely high mountains, there are still remnants of eternal ice and snow, and even at the beginning of autumn, the cold horn has begun to be sounded. 【Reading.com】

A swift group of men in black quickly weaved through the dense forest, occasionally leaving their footsteps, crouching down, carefully scanning the ground and the surrounding trees, as if looking for some traces there.

"They spent the night here, and they set off about the time the sun rose today, and they left in this direction, about an hour from now, and they can't be wrong." A man in black looked up, his fingers pointing straight but surely into the depths of the forest, and he wore a black steel helmet on his head, and under the steel helmet was an authentic Oriental face, and his cheeks were covered with several irregular scars, which did not look like the wounds of a sword, nor like the old marks of a firearm.

It was a beast, a beast that roamed the Siberian plains that left a mark on his face, and although it looked hideous, it did not damage the respect of the black-clad and black-armored soldiers around him.

"Keep going!" Having come to his conclusion, a commander with a steel helmet bearing the distinctive captain's mark gave the order and took a long stride in the direction he had pointed out, continuing on his way.

"Brother, why are you so sure?" Beside him, a soldier couldn't help but whisper to the guide who had been specially recruited into the special reconnaissance battalion.

"If you have lived in this plain for thirty years, dealing with every tree, every beast here, every day, and getting acquainted with everything about them, you will understand, like me, that the forest will tell you everything." The hideous-looking soldier smiled at the questioner.

"You're amazing!" The soldier could only pay his respects with admiration to one of the best hunters of the indigenous people living in the Siberian plains. If it weren't for his help these days, it would have been difficult for even the best special forces to track down the Russians who insisted on fleeing in the unfamiliar forest.

In the past three or four days, they have killed at least more than 200 Russian defeated troops, but they still have not caught the Russian major general Petrov, and the military headquarters has issued a strict order that the escaped Russian major general cannot be allowed to escape from the encirclement in any case.

A total of five or six detachments like them shuttled through the dense forest, just to chase and kill those who had escaped, and the 30,000 Russian expeditionary force, except for less than 3,000 fugitives, had been left in front of the Pianovo station, whether dead or alive.

The only regret now is that the Russian marshal was fatally killed by a piece of shrapnel from an artillery shell, while the other commander, the Russian Major General Petrov, fled into the dense forest.

If he is allowed to escape, then the so-called total annihilation will become a joke, at least up to the army commander An Kequ, down to the small soldiers feel that they will not catch the damn major general, and they really have no face to put the exciting word "total annihilation" on His Majesty when stating the war report.

"Don't talk, keep going!" The captain turned his head and said calmly, and soon the whole group fell silent again, like a pack of wolves roaming deep in the jungle, rapidly approaching their prey.

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A group of men and horses, tired of body and mind, were walking in the dense forest, where the brilliant sun and the blue sky could not be seen, and they went slowly with their heads buried in it, even if the beautiful unknowing finches and geese in the trees were singing cheerful songs, they could not raise even the slightest interest in appreciating them.

Heavy steps trampled on the rotten leaves and dead branches that had been rotting and accumulated for an unknown number of years, making an unpleasant creak, and the new and shiny leather boots on their feet had lost their former luster, and only the dirt that remained on them, and the broken places that had been scraped out by stones and shrubs, showed off their leather material wantonly.

Occasionally, one or two beasts shuttling through the forest, with their strange green cold glow, looked at these strange outsiders, and after weighing the strength of both sides, they couldn't help but want to take these alien creatures as food in their mouths, and quietly retreated, expecting that they would be like countless beasts living in the dense forest, and there would be a chance to be alone.

Petrov was in the middle of the group, his meticulously combed blonde hair like weeds in the desert, and his beautiful chin was now hidden by the thick stubble that he had always hated.

His breathing was as unpleasant and weak as a torn bellows, and his steps were as heavy as a heavy wooden flail on his back. Exhaustion and hunger were like two terrible beasts, all around their bodies, in the depths of their souls, with a terrible howl from time to time, reminding them.

"Damn, it's going to be an experience I'll never forget in my life." Petrov raised his head and looked at the sunlight that shone on his face through the dappled leaves, and the slightest warmth made him feel the urge to burst into tears.

Looking at his hands that were so dirty that he couldn't see the palm prints, he thought that he used to be able to take a hot bath, make a cup of black tea, and occasionally drink wonderful spirits every day, but all that changed just a few days ago.

Every day he kept on the run, shuttling through this damned, unascernible jungle, constantly on the lookout for the pursuit of the terrible Oriental soldiers, and the attacks of the beasts that would suddenly appear in the dark.

He saw with his own eyes a good Cossack major, whose head was bitten off by a giant colorful tiger more than two meters long, and dragged the major whose limbs were still twitching into the dense forest before all the frightened people could react.

And those Orientals, they are like a group of demons, no matter which direction their group of people flees, they seem to be able to find traces of their group of people from the spider tracks, and they don't know when they will appear, and the sudden gunfire has become the most frequent nightmare in the past few days.

At the beginning of his flight, there were at least a few hundred people who followed him, but with each crisis, those followers either disappeared into the dense jungle and disappeared silently, or became a meal for the mouths of wild beasts, or became the target of the Oriental soldiers.

Now, with no more than one hundred and fifty men with him, including the guards, and seventy-five horses, the horses that had struggled through the forest had been the main food for the days of their flight, otherwise Petrov felt that he might have been fed by the Cossacks and Russian soldiers who had fled with him the next day.

Petrov didn't know how long he would last, but he insisted that his best hope was to escape back to the fortress of Udinsk, where he would be served a delicious hot soup, a few pieces of bread, and of course, a few glasses of spirits.

It is precisely because of this belief that Petrov and his followers have the courage and strength to keep going.

"General, what's wrong with you?" Just as Petrov was looking at the sunlight shining through the leaves, a captain next to him asked weakly, these tortures had made him emaciated, and now, the commander of the fleeing unit was looking up at the leaves in a daze, and the captain was a little worried about whether there was something abnormal in the mental state of His Excellency the General.

"I'm so uncomfortable, even a second longer here makes me feel sick and uncomfortable, those damn Orientals they have to pay for it, yes, you know? My Captain! Petrov glared at the reddened eyes and shouted at the captain.

"Yes General, what you said is exactly what we are implementing." Seeing Petrov's red, ferocious eyes like a beast that roams the jungle at night and chooses to eat people, the captain wisely chose the right answer.

"Very well, move on, Captain, and do your duty." Petrov also seemed to sense that his emotions were a little overdone, and he managed to squeeze out a smile and motioned for the team to move on. "We won't be too far from the fortress of Uginsk, believe me, guys. When we get there, we can enjoy it first, and then let His Majesty know what is happening here, and get justice for us! ”

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It must be said that His Excellency Major General Petrov had a keen judgment and a sixth sense, and at least, only two hours after he had said that, the dense forest gradually thinned out, and at the end of the woods, the field, no longer a barren weed, but a fertile field, a field full of wheat, aroused their collective cheers.

Petrov is like a sturdy stag, even if the sole of a leather boot is about to fall off, it still can't stop him from becoming the first Russian warrior to break out of the jungle. The familiar smell of the fields came from the ripe wheat fields, and the outline of the fortress in the distance was so familiar and intimate.

Looking at the distant city silhouette of the plain, the fortress of Udinsk, which had made them dream of in the primeval forest, finally appeared before their eyes.

"God, I praise you for your kindness......" Many of them wept as they looked at the distant outline of the city, and let go of the calloused reins of the horse, and fell to their knees on the dry earth at the edge of the primeval forest, and cried out loudly.

But the excitement and joy were so short-lived, and before they could even savor the joy of success, the dense and rapid sound of the dense forest startled the horses and alarmed them.

"Give me this." Major General Petrov did not hesitate to give the order to his adjutant, snatched the reins from the somewhat stunned adjutant, turned on his horse, and without even saying a polite thank-you, he galloped away. "Keep up! Soldiers, come along. He cried hypocritically, as if he were launching a fearless assault on the enemy's castle.

"It's them!" The shouts of the Orientals were heard from the forest, and then, as they laid down their weapons and surrendered to the school, the Russian phrase began to spill out of the jungle towards the edge of the jungle.

"Damn bastard, I curse you, you hellish coward." Major General Petrov's adjutant cried out loud through gritted teeth, and tried to follow the direction of the horses, not wanting to fall into the hands of the Easterners, much less to die at the guns of them. Hope, just ahead.

"Damn, these turtle grandchildren are still running so fast." The soldiers who rushed out of the jungle couldn't help but laugh out loud as they looked at the backs of the Russians fleeing frantically, and then at the outline of the castle in the distance. "Looks like they really can't wait to die." One soldier said so jokingly.

However, his immediate boss, the captain, slapped him on the head in a fit of rage. "If you don't fucking catch up, can we just give the credit for our hard work for so many days to the Reading Brigade who stayed in the Udinsk Fortress and spent all day drinking?"

Hearing the commander's words, the tired and proud people who had just come out of the jungle suddenly turned pale, and they looked like they were seeing their beautiful mother-in-law actually want to run away with the beggar.

"Aha, battalion commander, look, another vote of idiots is coming at us." An Oriental man dressed in a military uniform with the surname of the Cossack symbol pointed to the figure emerging from the dense forest southeast of the city and shouted excitedly.

"Damn, can you make a little noise?! It's nothing new, there's so much fuss. Brothers, bring those old hairy men up, it's time for them to perform again. Zhang Jin, the commander of the third battalion of the Reading Brigade who was lying on the turret of the city wall and napping, rolled his eyes impatiently, and decided to continue to have a tryst with his daughter-in-law, who had just been married for less than half a year, under the auspices of Zhou Gong. The battalion commander, the general, is a guy in the uniform of the old Maozi general who is rushing towards our south gate. ”

"Damn, it shouldn't be a big luck, right?" Zhang Jin was so frightened that he jumped up directly with a carp, and in three or two steps he jumped to the side of the female wall, snatched the telescope in the soldier's hand and observed it carefully.

Yes, he saw a line of cavalry and infantry rushing towards him, and the rider at the front who was constantly waving his arms at this side, although his clothes were already very dirty, but still clearly showed his identity, a Russian general.

However, when the telescope moved to the rear to look out, Zhang Jin couldn't help grinning: "I said, the special battalion of the military department is going to compete with us, quickly open the city gate, let those old Maozi shout, and lure these white disease old Maozi into the city, they are prisoners of war of our Reading Brigade!" ”

"Battalion commander, rest assured, brothers, get to work!" The soldier next to him patted his chest and smug assurance.

Soon, more than a dozen decadent-looking old Maozi were escorted to the head of the city, and everyone's back was held up by a sharp bayonet, and they could only stand on the head of the city with a smile on their faces, cheering for those compatriots who had fled here after many difficulties......

(To be continued)