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The cavalry corps, which had lost its speed and courage, was under tremendous pressure in the face of such a decisive battle.

After several rounds of repetition, Vasilyev felt not only the huge pressure, but the exhaustion. As a professional soldier, he saw the danger in front of him. He had hoped for it, but now it was his turn to be forced into this so-called decisive battle, which he did not expect. He knew very well that if he didn't repent in time and continue to be entangled like this, he couldn't have understood how tragic the next ending would be.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic (of course, this was his own side), and the orderly cavalry battalions and cavalry regiments had become "small collectives" fighting for their own battles.

Vasilyev couldn't stand it anymore.

"As a commander on the battlefield, I am not afraid of casualties among soldiers on certain occasions," this is what Vasilyev said after the war, "The problem is that I want to preserve my strength." This is a very asymmetrical war (this kind of words, when the invaders themselves were unlucky, they said it more than once), and I have no need and no obligation to accompany to the end (the so-called non-accompaniment, naturally, is to regain the so-called face, and also to be graceful). Of course, I don't deny it, if I had known that the salt mountain was not in our hands......"

Unwilling to remain with him, Vasilyev opted for a strategic retreat (and in his words, not a defeat). It's just that this retreat is too hasty.

A part of the Tsarist Russian cavalry corps that could still be gathered, under Vasilyev's awakening, changed expectations "in time", and he now has no concept of who to annihilate, and only the dream of "a gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late" remains.

Vasilyev, who had been forced to get involved in the war group, calmly analyzed the shape of the war zone he was in, maybe he was too hasty at first, and it was only now that he came to his senses, God, this war zone that he entered in a daze turned out to be so unfavorable to himself!

This seemingly "endless" plain and vast field, blocked by Meng Village and Yanshan City in the east (the battle has been fought so far, Vasilyev will no longer be confused by the illusion that Yanshan brings to him), and there is the Xuanhui River in the south, the Shibei River in the north, and a tributary of the Xuanhui River in the back.

You can't walk to the south. Vasilyev believed that the soldiers and horses he left in Leling and Qingyun would not turn a blind eye to the great battle here. But he refuses to go back, once he crosses the Xuanhui River again, it is undoubtedly a self-defeating way, don't forget that he crossed the Xuanhui River to save others, and now no one else can save him, can he go by himself? What's more, the Taiping Red Army, which has gained momentum, will definitely not give up on itself.

What about the west side behind it? In a flash, he thought this was the best way to retreat. Because the tributaries of the Xuanhui River are easy to cross, and there is a garrison of the Qing Dynasty across the river, at least they can resist themselves for a while. But after all, he is not an ordinary soldier, but the commander of a strategic legion, even when he chooses to escape, he can't help but consider how dangerous the situation will be to the entire battle situation due to his unexpected actions.

Crossing the tributaries of the Xuanhui River in the north, Nanpi, Botou, and Dongguang will be unobstructed by the Taiping Red Army, and the back road to the Russian army headquarters in the direction of Dezhou will be cut off because of this, which is simply luring the wolf into the house. Since those roads are not working, the only thing left is to return to Cangzhou by taking the old road. Vasilyev remembered very well that from this to the north was Wangguantun, which was frequently close to the Shibei River, and when he crossed the Shibei River in the south, the scene of thousands of people waving the Tsar's tricolor flag in Wangguantun was still vaguely reproduced in his memory.

In this way, Vasilyev, who was in the midst of the chaos, made up his mind to open a bloody road to the north, where to come from and where to return.

Tan Shaoguang, who has firmly grasped the initiative on the battlefield, although he is not as "careful" as Vasilyev thinks, he is also busy thinking about it. As soon as Vasilyev's cavalry corps entered and exited Leling and Qingyun, it announced the beginning of the battle for the liberation of Leling and Qingyun, and when the Red 28th Army completed the operation in the southwest direction and was already able to review the Huimin, Chen Tingxiang's Red Eighth Army would cross the Maji River in a big way. Tan Shaoguang did not doubt at all that as long as Chen Tingxiang made a move, Qingyun and Leling would belong to whom. With 10,000 steps back, no matter how tenacious the Tsarist Russian troops in Qingyun and Leling were, they could withstand several ramming blows from the hammer of the Red Eighth Army, the enemy forces in these two places were bound to be unable to take care of the main force north of the Xuanhui River.

In fact, what Tan Shaoguang is most worried about is that these remnants of Tsarist Russia are about to collapse and flee westward. For this reason, in order to make Vasilyev obediently obey his orders, he added another fire to Vasilyev at the last moment. He scattered the army spy regiment at hand, attacked Vasilyev along the north bank of the Xuanhui River, and warned Vasilyev, you can't go there, if you dare to go, I will dare to chase to the end.

Under the desperate impact of the Chevka group, Vasilyev, who had broken away from the battle formation, could no longer care about the tsarist warriors who were still struggling, and like his flocks of Tsarist eagles, almost his face was on the horse's neck, and he galloped forward. Behind, the Iron Cavalry of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire, which became more and more fearless, was chasing after it like a large net.

On a moonlit night, the Tsar's eagles did not bring any romance, all they saw was the terror hidden in the night, and the endless cry behind them was like a sharp blade, not in their ear chakra, but in the back of their necks.

Chevka was covered in blood, and he seemed to have forgotten when he had been stabbed in the left shoulder. Until now, he is still unwilling, how can he, a hero who is tall and horse-tall and gallops most of China's invincible opponents (Chevka followed Muravyov's 'prestige' in the Heilongjiang River basin, but now he has run to Shandong, it is not too much to say that he has galloped most of China), and he will be defeated miserably in the hands of those oriental sick men who are as thin as monkeys riding on "donkeys", and they are beaten without the power to fight back?

"The colonel is the god of the army, the banner of the entire regiment." When the captain of Chevka's Cossack personal guard entered the prisoner of war camp, and when the Red Army of the Celestial Empire hoped that he could join the ranks of the Celestial Empire and contribute some strength to the construction of the cavalry of the Celestial Empire, like Eugene and other Russian anti-war figures, he still said this, "I don't bother to listen to it at all, and I don't want to see any cavalry training from you, because the colonel's training method is the best in the world, and you can't imitate it, let alone imitate it." The Cossacks are invincible, and failure today does not mean that it will be the same tomorrow, I can say that what you have encountered is not a real Cossack, wait and see......"

It is said that Chevka's training was absolutely a real training exercise, and his Cossacks fought each other with red eyes to adapt to the good chance of survival in actual combat. Many of the Russian cavalry that Chevka brought with him said that this was training in blood and "refining steel", and if it were not some army Bai Ding, most of whom had never been in battle, and the "monkeys riding donkeys" of the Taiping Red Army who came to China were just supper between their teeth.

A group of Tsarist Russian cavalry, like a lost dog and a fish that slipped through the net, was driven by the pursuers who came up from three sides, and vaguely saw the black and swarthy earthen wall of Wangguantun. As if frightened by the shouts and the sound of horses' hooves rolling closer and closer, Wang Guantun, who was hidden in the darkness, suddenly brightened.

Successive torches lit up half of the sky in an instant, and in the flickering firelight, countless people and horses lined up like goose wings, without shouting, let alone hustle, silently.

This is really the right path! When Vasilyev saw the men and horses in front of him, he couldn't help but feel relaxed for a while. In order to ensure his logistical supply, from Cangzhou downwards, including Wangguantun and the old Cangzhou set on the north and south banks of the Shibei River in front of him, he reserved some soldiers and horses in advance, although the number was not much, but they came in handy at the critical time.

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