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Minabjeski finally couldn't keep his righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. From time to time, a relentless bullet grazed his ear, "Plop! "His mount was hit. With the help of Liao Liusha, Minabjeski crawled and hid on the side of the road.

Looking up, the red flag was flying, the shouts shook the sky, in the middle of the Taiping Red Army that was killing together in the mountains and fields on both sides, his winding nearly five miles, once upon a time it was a mighty and magnificent team, but now it suddenly seemed so small, like a frozen snake, waiting alone to be cut into several pieces by the opponents, and then surrounded and eaten.

If he was still full of ambition before this, and after encountering a pre-ambush on one side in time, he still wanted to rely on his more than 3,000 well-equipped people, especially the elite men and horses that benefited from his personal order, to defeat the opponent who ambushed him first, and then continue to complete the task of rescuing Weihaiwei. Now, then, experience tells him that the best way to get rid of the predicament in front of him is how to think of a way to get out of the battlefield as much as possible. It is inevitable that most of the troops in front will have bad luck, and the army behind must be kept no matter what.

"Do not be discouraged, do not be afraid, my children, meet them and tell them with the bayonets in your hands, we are the Tsar's soldiers." Minabjeski clutched his heart-wrenching hip and screamed in a hoarse voice.

"Be sure to resist them!" Immediately after the words thrown to the commander of the third battalion, a few yards away, Minabjeski, surrounded by a dozen loyal guards, limped to the ground and retreated down the ravine to the village behind.

The road outside the village was crowded with the chaotic men and horses of the 8th Regiment's artillery team. They had already turned into a marching queue, but just as they were on the road, there was such a sudden change in shape, and an order came from the front asking them to immediately cover the first battalion of their regiment to seize the commanding heights in the north. The battalion behind them was rushing forward, already wrapped up in the oncoming Celestial Red Army. But as soon as they stopped, the dozens of guns still needed to be unloaded again, the firing positions needed to be placed, and the ...... needed At this time, the rout in front also came down, and the baggage and horses behind were still in front, and the only wide terrain in the north of the village was stuffed with full teng, people shouted and neighed, and the scolding was endless, and it became a pot of porridge.

On a small mound at the south entrance of the village, Povska, who had been expecting a tough opponent to contend with, slowly became bloodshot when she heard the first gunfire on the ridge to the north. When he saw in the telescope the 1st Battalion of the 8th Regiment, more than 200 yards away, about to start a face-to-face fight with the enemy rushing down from the mountain, the blood on his body instantly seemed to boil.

He could see clearly that the first battalion of the Eighth Regiment that was rushing north along the river bank was really extraordinary at the beginning, and in the face of the enemy who was rushing down with a roar, there seemed to be no more panic, and under the leadership of one commander after another, they quickly formed a rectangular fighting formation. Rows of soldiers, armed with spears with shiny spears, marched in unison to meet the enemy. That formation definitely aroused a strong sense of participation in him, powerful and fierce enough, and under the momentum of this kind of tsarist soldiers, any opponent would be insignificant.

But what he saw next was that the enemy who rushed down was not only not overwhelmed by his own momentum, but also kept walking, and was very unrighteous. Seeing that the two sides were about to engage in close combat, these despicable fellows continued to throw explosives one by one into the array of the Eighth Regiment with hideous faces, and the guns and bullets were not spared. The unfortunate warriors of the 8th Regiment fell innocently one by one......

Hooligans, scoundrels...... Povska was almost mad, his hands were shaking, and he was scolding. He saw that the Eighth Regiment was in such a standard formation, and under the impact of the opponent's sharp blades, it began to shake in an instant, and as soon as the two forces of men and horses twisted together, many soldiers of the Eighth Regiment were already frightened by the momentum of the other party and began to retreat.

"How can anyone charge like that? It's just unreasonable. A soldier of the 1st Battalion of the 8th Regiment of Tsarist Russia who survived the catastrophe also complained, "The bullets we loaded in the chamber have already been fired, and no one has time to reload, and the commanders began to shout and line up." This kind of fighting queue, which is similar to a phalanx, is still quite useful according to the commanders who have fought in the past. Actually, I also felt this way at the beginning, when we lined up in a neat line, and in the sound of the snare drums in the back, as if we were being inspected by the commander, we raised our bayonets and faced the opponent, that kind of fearless ordinary person should be difficult to face. We expect our opponents to be intimidated or come to us with extreme fear. Unfortunately, the opponents we met were not afraid of this, and we can understand this from their non-stop footsteps and constant shouting. They also looked to come down with bayonets, but they were putting their guns and throwing bombs that would explode. Strangely, our shells can only be fired by cannons, but their shells can be thrown by hand casually. The neat queue that the commanders admired was obviously wrong, and we all became their targets at once. Pieces of brothers fell, their broken limbs raining down on those around us, destroying our will. The ending can be imagined, we didn't get what we were looking forward to, but in the turn we were the first to be timid. Amid the rising smoke and dust, when they plunged their bayonets into the bodies of each of our brothers for the first time, I am sure that the unfortunate brothers must have been dazed and powerless to resist. At least that's how I was when I was stabbed......"

"Piggy, damn Oriental pig!" Povska slammed the telescope to the ground. He knew that if he didn't go to reinforcements at such a critical moment, the Eighth Regiment would soon collapse completely, and the artillery team and baggage team crowded behind them would also be subjected to that kind of shameless **. What's even more dangerous is that once the enemy takes advantage of the victory, your own back path will inevitably be blocked by the enemy. He understood better that at this time, as long as his Cossacks went up to even one squadron, the tide of the battle over there would be immediately turned around.

"Damn, you go and get the bastards out there huddled together waiting to die, and let me get where they need to go." Povska yelled viciously at the deputy battalion commander on the side, and then swished out his saber, "The first squadron follow me, go teach those damned Oriental pigs a lesson!" ”

Unfortunately, almost at the same time as the words he shouted from behind, the cannon from behind rumbled. The cannonballs like a torrential rain all smashed into the group of "the bastards huddled together in the pot outside", people were flying, horses were jumping, and the guns that had not been fixed until now even where the muzzle was aimed were were turned into piles of scrap metal.

"The rebels are coming!"

The rebels are coming! Povska could see without a telescope, and in the valley to his right, a torrent of enemy infantry rushed in. And with a burst of exclamations, he also saw a large group of cavalry galloping along the river bank in front of him. Under the sunlight, the dancing sabers glowed like a milky way with no source in sight.

Without thinking about anything more, Povska was filled with grief and indignation when he saw Father Minabjeski, who was stumbling towards the village. Daddy brought him into the army and brought him to China, and he can have today's qiē, which was all given to him by Daddy. In order to be worthy of his father's cultivation, he also has to fight to the death.

"Cossack eagles, follow me and tell those oriental pigs with their swords, we are the real heroes on horseback!" Powska took the lead and rushed down the mound.

"Kill!" More than 400 fierce Cossacks followed, more than 400 shiny sabers lined up in a dazzling forest of swords, and more than 400 pairs of bloodthirsty eyes stared at their opponents who were getting closer and closer, and there was even an irrepressible mockery in their eyes. In their opinion, apart from the Cossacks, where in the world are there cavalrymen worthy of being called real heroes.

100 yards, 80 yards......

"For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward!" On the west bank of the White Horse River, with this earth-shattering roar, the six hundred iron horsemen of the special battalion began the final acceleration, and the wind galloped along the river bank from south to north, and all the way to the left, facing their opponent, the Cossacks of Povska.

As the distance between the two sides approached, in the face of dozens of cavalry forming a row of Cossacks, the formation of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire advancing in parallel remained the same, as if it was to tear the wide battle formation of Tsarist Russia from the middle.

"Kill!" Povska swung his saber hard and roared.

......What Povska and his subordinates did not expect was that the Taiping Red Army, which was at the forefront and wielding sabers, did not engage them directly, but gave them rows of bullets at the same time.

Forty yards......

The two cavalry teams were about to collide in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, the horses galloping in front of them were divided on both sides and rolled back to ......the tail of the team, followed by a violent rain of bullets.

The first twenty horsemen, twenty terrible submachine guns, began to sweep on three sides, until all the bullets in their magazines were exhausted, and in the frenzied Russian queue, a bloody road running through the front and back was swept alive.

In the midst of this wind-like rain of bullets, Powska fell under her horse with great resentment. "Scoundrel......" He met the tough opponent he expected, but unfortunately, he didn't have time to really compete with his opponent in the knife skills, and when he was about to be trampled by the churning iron hooves, he could only weakly pop out these two words.

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