(Today's first chapter, 6,000 words.) There is also a chapter, which is updated in 10,000 words today. ）

If she let the more than 100 wolf-like Jurchen soldiers behind her know the truth, she will definitely fall through the glasses. This has always had the reputation of being able to fight, these days he has led the army to fight vertically and horizontally, and those Russian mongrels have fought bloody battles for more than ten times, and has been faintly regarded by everyone as the female god of war.

In the distance, there was a sound of people shouting and neighing, which seemed to be very noisy, and even the ground was trembling, as if there were many people passing here.

These kidnappers are unconscious.

The neighing of the horses in the distance flickered, and there was a slight sound of footsteps, followed by a few low cheers, and then the footsteps came closer and closer.

This voice woke up Yan Yeping, making her eyes refocus and regain that coldness.

Soon, a very light Jurchen scout wearing only leather armor quickly ran to Wan Yan Yeping, knelt down and said: "General, those Russian mongrels are here, the Chinese army has passed ten miles from our west, the left flank is five miles away from us, and there is a Cossack cavalry of about a thousand people dragging behind. It's still three or four miles away from us, and if it's fast, you can pass by here in less than a cup of tea. ”

After these days of fighting,

"A thousand Cossacks dragged behind?" Wanyan Yeping's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of disdain in her eyes, and she said lightly: "These Cossacks are obviously just bait, such a clumsy strategy, these Russian barbarians are really barbarians." I can only come up with such a strategy, which is really not worth mentioning! ”

"Still." The corners of her mouth outlined a strange arc: "I want to eat your bait!" ”

She said coldly: "Pass the order." The light cavalry prepared, drew their bows and arrows, and as soon as the Cossack cavalry was exhausted, they immediately fired, and after three rounds of fire, they rushed out of the dense forest, wandered outside, and harassed. In addition, the light cavalry was divided into 500 to stay in the forest, and they were not allowed to attack without permission. Wait for the order! ”

"Yes. General! One of the guards next to him answered, and the order was given.

After Yan Yeping ordered the scout to probe again, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

After about a cup of tea, the ground shook suddenly, and a kidnapping horse rolled over and dismounted. took off the hood, put his ear on the ground and listened for a moment, and then stretched out a slap to Wan Yan Yeping. Wanyan Yeping nodded, Hudu Hai Baihu is his trusted henchman, he used to be the best hunter in the forest, the first in the army with the ability to listen to the sound with one hand, and his colleagues learned the habits of the Han people and gave him a nickname called Shunfeng Er.

Wan Yan Yepin nodded, slowly dropped the steel mask composed of three layers of steel wire, and stretched out his hand to beckon. There were two guards who each carried a heavy hammer, laboriously came to her side, handed it to her, in the hands of these two stocky Jurchen men looked very laborious and heavy sledgehammer, but it was carried by Wan Yan Yeping one by one, easily carried over. It's like carrying a thin stick.

Wan Yan Yeping raised the hammer head in his hand that was the size of a watermelon, and the pattern of the hammer head was also filled with dark red blood stains.

Each of these two giant hammers weighs 50 pounds, and they are out-and-out solid weapons.

Seeing her movements, the other crutches silently raised their maces in their hands.

In the hills, a team of about a thousand people walked from afar, all of them were cavalry, everyone was dressed the same, black cloak, sharp swords, high-headed war horses, very powerful and majestic.

At the front of the line, surrounded by a group of Cossacks, was a young man, dressed very distinctively and said to be avant-garde, he wore a red hunting suit, calfskin boots were shiny, the tail of the boots made of steel shiny spurs, the tail of the boots made of steel spurs dripping and whirling in the wind, his clothes had many yellow and green horizontal stripes on the surface, and on his head he wore a hat similar to the format of a top hat, black and white squares, and a black swan tail feather was inserted diagonally. …,

It looks like a big, colorful rooster with a shaved head on top of it.

But the young man on the horse didn't think so, he looked around, apparently feeling very good about himself.

This is the most popular style in Moscow this year!

"Mozkov, how long will it be before we go back?" The young man tightened the snow-white gloves in his hands, and waved the horsewhip with silver as a handle and gold thread in his right hand, and asked the middle-aged man next to him a little boredly.

The middle-aged man's face did not have the fierceness or iron blood of an ordinary soldier, he didn't even wear a military uniform, but the dress on his body was more like a housekeeper in a famous family in Moscow, he bent over, with a hint of flattery on his face, and said with a smile: "Venerable Young Master Pushkin, the order given to you by the Governor General is to lead this army back for an hour, and now only forty minutes have passed." ”

"Your Excellency the Governor?!" There was a hint of disdain in Pushkin's eyes, he lowered his voice and said contemptuously: "It's just a peasant's son, and I have to listen to his orders?" ”

The Governor General in his mouth is naturally the commander-in-chief of the Russian army, Zakhrev.

The butler Mozkov smiled and did not pick up.

Pushkin was just talking, and he was angry with his words, and it was clear from the fact that he could lower his voice just now that he was still very jealous of Governor Zakhrev.

Pushkin's full name is Nikita Sergeyevich Pushkin, born in Moscow from the famous Pushkin family, even if you look at the entire Russian Empire, it is also one of the most wealthy, his father Sergeevich Pushkin Marquis, is the current Minister of War.

Pushkin was just twenty years old this year, and when he came here, there was no doubt that he came here to gild, and because of his father's position and power, Zakhlev had no room to refuse, after all, although he was a big man in Siberia, but in the tsar's court, he was only a small role.

But this does not mean that Pushkin dared to be disrespectful to Zakhrev - especially eight days ago.

On that day, Zakhrev gathered all the powerful children from Moscow and announced their punishment for the fact that they had directly contributed to the failure of the previous battle. Of course, the children of these powerful people are not convinced, and most of them do not realize their mistakes. Or even if you realize it, you will never give in. But Zakhrev, who had always been a little weak before, was unexpectedly tough, and directly hung up the two children of the powerful who had the most trouble and spoke disrespectfully.

This time. They are all honest, after all, they are just arrogant, but they are not really stupid, and the elders of the family have explained before they came, and whether the gilding can be smooth depends on Zakhrev's attitude. Even if Zakhrev had nothing to do with them, it would be enough to ruin the gilded journey of one of them.

So Pushkin is now acting very honestly and obediently, even if it is a belly slander, it is only a belly slander. Even after receiving Zakhrev's request to carry out this inexplicable task, he only complained a few words behind his back.

But he didn't know. It was a meaningless, inexplicable, but easy journey for him. In fact, it is an out-and-out, thorny road full of murder!

The team went to the middle of the two hills, and the commander of the Cossack cavalry regiment of 1,000 men habitually gave the order to take guard, but the Cossacks did not take it too seriously, after all, since eight days ago. After the Governor suddenly changed his marching strategy and gathered the army into three groups, the previous omnipresent attack disappeared.

It also made them a lot less vigilant. …,

And the terrain here is not very conducive to ambushes, in the middle of the hills is a road dozens of meters wide, the slope of the hills is not large, although the woods on both sides are dense, but the distance from the road is also forty or fifty meters.

At this moment, a loud shout was heard from the dense forests on both sides of the hills, and then countless feathered arrows formed a dark cloud, which shrouded the Cossack cavalry.

The Cossacks were caught off guard. Killed and wounded by thousands of arrows, the Cossack cavalry was famous, but only because of their strong and tenacious will to fight, sharp blades, cruel character, and mobility that came and went. But the Cossacks were not heavy cavalry. In fact, except for the most powerful heavy knights in the European continent, who were wrapped like steel cans, the general heavy cavalry faced the Jurchen elite heavy arrows, and they were shot like this, and they had little resistance.

This round of volleys at least made more than 100 Cossack cavalrymen lose their combat effectiveness.

However, they are also elite after all, and the reaction is still very fast, and the cavalry commander shouted bitterly: "Enemy attack, disperse!" ”

With this shout, the Cossack cavalry quickly dispersed, widening the distance between them.

Next, two more rounds of arrow rain.

However, the strategy of the Cossacks caused these two rounds of arrows to take less than a hundred lives.

"Ahh What the hell is going on? ”

Pushkin lay on the ground, his little face pale and white, and let out a frightened scream, his face full of fear that could not be concealed.

When the rain of arrows came just now, he and the butler Mozkov were crushed to the ground by the loyal family guards they had brought with them, but in order to protect him, two of the guards were also shot to death, and the blood of the guards flowed into Pushkin's face.

There was a sudden heat on his face, and Pushkin instinctively reached out to touch it, only to feel sticky and hot, and he reacted immediately after being stunned for a moment. This made him scream again, and one of his faces was already covered with a mixture of blood and dirt, but this did not attract any attention from Pushkin, who had always loved cleanliness to the point of being slightly clean, and he almost broke down and let out a howl.

"Isn't it an easy task? How did you come across these damn barbarians? Zakhrev, you are murder! I will accuse you to my father, to His Majesty the Great Tsar, I will ......"

The howls of Young Master Pushkin are still echoing, and the Cossacks have regained their composure.

The loss has already passed two percent, which is a heavy loss for the average army, and for an army with a weak will to fight, such as the Jurchen slave soldiers, such a casualty ratio is enough to lead to the collapse of the whole army. But for the Cossack cavalry, these, nothing!

They are both fierce warriors and fierce horse bandits between the prairie and the desert, coming and going like the wind. Cruelty, murder, disregard for life!

Ignoring others. and also disregard their own.

The most undoubted thing about them is their will to fight, which is almost comparable to steel, you know, in World War II, I don't know how many Cossack cavalry shouted Ulla, brandished steel knives, and rushed to the German tanks. Although they were crushed by steel tracks, this fighting spirit also terrified the German army, which was known for its strength and discipline.

The commander of the Cossack cavalry named several people and shouted loudly: "Divide into a team of hundreds." A few of you. Take your people, impact! Let's pull those dog mongrels out of the woods and chop off their heads one by one! ”

The Cossack cavalry quickly split into a group, and then rode down the gentle slope towards the woods on either side.

When they go uphill, they naturally go much slower. By this time, hundreds of Jurchen cavalrymen had poured out of the woods, and they continued to shoot at these Cossacks with their bows and arrows. …,

They were faintly encircled, leaving only a gap in the east.

The commander of the Cossack cavalry swept over at a glance, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he could see at a glance that the number of these people was not very large, about five or six hundred, although they formed an encirclement. But it's scattered, scattered, which means there's no impact. For the cavalry, this is the loss of the greatest advantage! And he noticed that these barbarians were dressed in leather armor, that is. They were all hussars, and for the hussar duel, the old Cossack stubbornly thought that his guys were the best!

"You stupid barbarians, your good luck is over, and all the people who used to beat you were stupid! I'll show you what a real Cossack is! The commander of the Cossack cavalry licked the corners of his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty grin.

Just when he laughed at the Jurchen people opposite him for being stupid, Wanyan Yeping also shook his head, and secretly said in his heart: "Idiot! ”

It is true that at this time the Cossacks chose to divide their troops the most correct, after all, this can reduce the lethality of the bow and arrow, but in the same way, for the crutch horses with extremely strong impact, this change of formation of the Cossacks is also what they want to see.

Without a dense formation, what can you use to resist the kidnapping horses?

Wanyan Yeping waved her drum urn and golden hammer heavily, hitting the horse forward, and behind her, the iron stream rolled out.

The next moment, the sound of popping horses' hooves resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Under the personal leadership of Wanyan Yeping, a full hundred kidnappers brandished maces, let out the strange beast-like cry that was unique to the Jurchen cavalry when they charged, and rushed out of the woods.

In front of them, there was a gentle slope no more than a hundred meters long, and behind the gentle slope was a Cossack cavalry that had already dispersed!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Nakhan of more than 100 kidnappers was like a thousand horses, like an incomparably sharp steel spear, stabbing towards the Cossacks fiercely, and with the momentum of the impact from the gentle slope downward, it was even more fierce!

The commander of the Cossack cavalry heard the sound of the popping horses' hooves, turned his head sharply, and when he saw these kidnapping horses, his face turned pale!

In the Russian army, privately, the soldiers called the black-armored grim reaper - these knights, who wore heavy black armor even with men and horses, were formidable opponents they had never met, and the successive battles brought them huge casualties. The Cossacks, in particular, were greatly dampened in confidence, because they found that the Cossacks, who were omnipotent and omnipotent on the Russian land, were so fragile and powerless in the face of these black-armored grim reapers! Usually if you want to kill a kidnapping horse, you have to put two or three Cossacks on their backs together.

In fact, this situation is also common, after all, the Cossacks are light cavalry, and the kidnapping horse is an out-and-out heavy cavalry, heavy cavalry against light cavalry, casualties will not be equal. And the Cossack light cavalry, in fact, against the heavy cavalry is a natural loss, because they are not good at riding and shooting, the way of fighting is to close the melee after the fight, but the protection of the kidnapping horse is extremely strong, and the sharp Cossack saber does not always work in front of them, but if it is swept by the mace of the abducted horse, it is either dead or wounded.

When the Mongolian cavalry marched westward, it faced some European knights who were more protected than the kidnapping horses, but also more cumbersome.

For the combat effectiveness of the black-armored Reaper, no Russian soldier dared to ignore it.

At this moment, the old Cossack understood everything, this was an out-and-out ambush, and at the same time a murder! Otherwise. There's no way to explain why these tough barbarians are suddenly here, but this time their own team has taken on the role of bait! …,

The meaningless order from the Governor, which had been confusing him, was now clear. Just to use him and his cavalry regiment as bait! As for the bait, there is no right to know.

The old Cossack had a resentful hatred in his heart, and he roared loudly, ordering his men to assemble and try to hold off the charging black-armored Grim Reaper.

But at this time, these efforts are doomed to be in vain!

A hundred crutches and horses, with an indomitable momentum, crashed into the ranks of the Cossack cavalry.

Wanyan Yeping, who rushed to the front, was like a fierce locomotive, and the momentum made a Cossack in front of her unconsciously ride his horse backwards to dodge - this is also human nature. No matter who it is. When I saw a heavy truck hit head-on, my first reaction was to hide, instead of going to the mantis arm as a car.

The drum urn golden hammer in Wanyan Yeping's hand smashed down hard at the Cossack cavalryman behind her, and the corners of her mouth outlined a charming smile, and she licked her lips. It seemed that the blood that was about to splash was her most delicious food.

The Cossack cavalryman was extremely brave, and he actually fought hard, raised his saber high and slashed down at an oblique angle, and slashed at Wan Yan Yeping's neck. Wanyan Yeping was only slightly on one side, the saber slashed on the shoulder, and suddenly burst out with a shiny spark, and there was just a white mark on her heavy armor, and at this time, the drum urn and golden hammer in her right hand had already smashed on the top of the Cossack cavalryman's head. Under the smashing of the giant hammer, the hard skull had no power to resist, and in an instant the Cossack's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon, red blood, gray-white brains, and white skull fragments with blood. Scattered in all directions.

Then immediately afterwards, the cavalryman and the war horse under his crotch were violently knocked away by Wanyan Yeping, giving way to the passage in front of him, knowing that at this time, his body fell to the ground staggeringly.

Almost at the same moment, the giant hammer in Yan Yeping's left hand smashed into his arm after blocking the saber of a Cossack cavalryman, and although the bones in his entire arm were smashed into pieces, it could not kill him, but just smashed him to the ground. Then the next moment, the rolling kidnapping horse trampled over his corpse.

It's become a puddle of meat puree.

Although the rest of the kidnapping horses were not as brave as Wan Yan Yeping, they were not something that the Cossacks could easily resist. What made the Cossacks most resentful and powerless was that these damned black-armored grim reapers, their armor was so thick that the razor-sharp saber that cut off the heads of Poles and Jewish haved lords on the banks of the Don River in the steppes of Eastern Europe could only bring a spark, or a shallow rift. But if you are hit by them, you will definitely lose your combat effectiveness.

The kidnapping horses quickly burst into the array of Cossack cavalry.

It was like a red-hot knife thrust into a piece of solidified butter, which not only smoothed but also cleared out a rather large passage.

At least thirty Cossacks died on the battlefield in just one face.

Under the order of the Cossack commander, those Cossacks regrouped and prepared to meet the enemy, but at this time, the surrounding Jurchen light cavalry rained arrows again.

In the distance, behind the Cossacks of this cavalry regiment, there were several cavalrymen, and after seeing the fierce battle on this side, they immediately beat their horses and galloped westward like chickens.

However, in the time of half a cup of tea, under their wild gallop at any cost, they had already rushed out for almost ten miles and caught up with the tail of the left-wing army.

Zakhrev, who was supposed to be in charge of the Chinese army, appeared here, standing on a cart surrounded by a cadre of cavalry, and a young officer in his thirties stood beside him. Seeing the cavalry rushing towards him from afar, Zakhrev waved his arm fiercely, laughed and patted the young officer next to him on the shoulder: "Kutuzov, your strategy is really effective, those damn Jurchens have taken the bait!" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )