(10,000 words updated)

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!" ”

The young man he called Kutuzov was very handsome and square, with a beautiful upturned mustache on his upper lip, and he smiled and complimented Zakhrev, but he was not arrogant, and obviously very scheming.

It's just that people can't help but sigh a little that he wears a black blindfold on his right eye, and it is clear that this handsome young officer is a one-eyed dragon.

Mikhail Illarionovich Golenishev Kutuzov is also from a famous family, his family has a long history, he has followed His Majesty the Tsar when he was still the Grand Duke of Moscow, Kutuzov's father is a lieutenant general, the military rank is not extremely high, at least not comparable to the rank of marshal of His Excellency the Minister of War, and even Zakhrev's infantry general, but he is a confidant of His Majesty the Tsar, and he is often able to enter and exit the Moscow court. When it comes to real power, it is not comparable to Zakhlev.

There are many people from famous families, but at the same time, Kutuzov is still a smart man.

He is funny, tall and handsome, and humble, but also has a high affinity that is different from other noble children, and has good military command talents. The combination of these characteristics made him a model of perfect promotion among the children of the Moscow elite. At the age of fifteen, he was promoted to warrant officer and company commander of the Astrakhan Infantry Regiment, and the following year he was promoted to lieutenant. During the war between Tsarist Russia and the Kingdom of Sweden, a Nordic power, he served as an officer and staff officer under Rumyantsev and then Alexander Suvorov.

When he was twenty-three years old, in 1551, he was wounded in battle in the village of Shuma, north of Alushta. Loss of the right eye. But this did not bring his career to an abrupt end, but made it even more brilliant, and His Majesty the Tsar personally received him. Hearing the words, the palace feasted, and personally gave the name "One-Eyed General". This also made him famous in high-level circles in Moscow.

After being wounded, he was sent to Frederick, Elector of Sarson, who was close to the Tsar, to be treated, and while he was abroad, he visited Prussia, England, and the Netherlands.

After recovering from his wounds, in 1552 he served in the 2nd Crimean Regiment in Suvorov, and the following year he was promoted to colonel, where he was the commander of the Luhansk Lancer Regiment and later the Mariupol Hussar Regiment. At the age of twenty-six, he was promoted to brigadier general, at the age of twenty-nine, to major general, and the following year he became the commander of the Boug Chasseur Corps, which His Majesty the Tsar personally authorized him.

It was set out from the right bank of the Don River. The following year, he led the Bugle cavalry corps to the Far East.

The Bugre Cavalry Corps was an establishment at the regimental level, with ten pikemen regiments and ten light cavalry regiments, with a total of 40,000 men. It was a decisive force under Zakhrev.

The idea of dividing the whole army into three parts: the center, the left flank, and the right flank, and at the same time gathering a large number of cavalry on the left flank, and sending a number of small troops, scattered near the left flank, was put forward by the brilliant Major General Kutuzov.

The poor commander of the Cossack cavalry was really just one of several unlucky ones, and these Cossack detachments were not very large. It was generally composed of one or half cavalry regiments, and they were sent out for all sorts of plausible but in fact ridiculous and frivolous reasons, and they wandered around the left flank, and their only mission was to lure the Jurchens out of ambush...... Because according to Kutuzov's judgment, with the combat style of the Jurchen commander, he would definitely not give up on this, and would definitely take the opportunity to sneak attack.

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And once a sneak attack, as long as the Cossacks can hold out for more than ten minutes, the cavalry on the left flank can immediately outflank them on a large scale and besiege and annihilate the Jurchens.

As for whether these Cossacks, who served as bait, could hold out until reinforcements arrived, Kutuzov was confident.

It's just that he guessed the beginning, but not the end, and his confidence in the Cossacks of that cavalry regiment was too much.

After several scouts came to report, Zakhrev did not hesitate to give the order, and this time, he even personally led the left wing to kill the place where the scouts reported.

If you look closely from the sky, you can find that the tens of thousands of cavalry on the left flank of the Russian army have formed a concave half-moon shape, killing in the northeast direction, and their concave shape has also faintly formed an encirclement dozens of miles wide, and the target of its encirclement is the area that is being fought more than ten miles away.

At this time, a fierce battle was raging.

Wan Yan Yeping had already led the kidnapping horse to kill a pair from the ranks of the Cossack cavalry, and killed it from the other direction. More than 100 Cossack cavalry died under the mace of the Jurchens, and the kidnapping horses were not without casualties, and three of the crutches on the edge were desperately pounced on by the Cossacks and pulled down hard. As long as the horse is pulled off, although the abducted horse is still a difficult steel can to deal with, it can't climb up, and it will naturally be quickly overwhelmed by the crowd.

The battle loss ratio between the two sides reached 1 to 30! Of course, this does not mean that the difference in strength between the two sides is so huge, and the reason why the disparity is so great is that the kidnappers and horses are more difficult to resist by the momentum of the charge, and the Cossack soldiers are too scattered to resist.

After killing a pair of piercings, Wanyan Yeping's crotch horse rushed out for another hundred and ten meters, only to stop, she controlled the horse to turn around in place, and turned into the direction of the Cossacks, and when she stretched out her hand, ninety-seven kidnapping horses that were already covered in blood were also regrouped, forming a sharp arrow.

The murderous aura re-condensed.

Wanyan Yeping raised the giant hammer high, and galloped again.

Another shock!

See those Jurchen cavalry who have been re-killed. The commander of the Cossack cavalry was stunned, and his eyes were full of blood, but he was in vain, and there was nothing he could do.

Even elite Cossack cavalry, after being pierced through the formation and almost disorganized, it was difficult to regroup in such a short time. But the Jurchens. For this kind of piercing tactic, it has been used perfectly, and their strength and physique are strong. It is also enough to support this extremely physically exhausting behavior.

Another piercing!

Although this time the kidnappers did not have such a long impact distance and did not have such a strong impact force, but after being chiseled once. The formation of the Cossacks was also more scattered. So, another undoubted chisel, another hundred Cossack cavalrymen died.

Then Wanyan Yeping rode the horse again, turned around, and raised the giant hammer in his hand again.

Third Shock!

At this moment, she was like her ancestor four hundred years ago, wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy blade, constantly chiseling through and gathering. Chisel through, assemble, chisel through, assemble again, again and again. Until the Liao army or the Song army on the opposite side was exhausted, there was no longer the slightest strength to resist. Then, it's time to kill and reap as much as you want.

"Devil! These damned Jurchens are devils! The commander of the Cossack cavalry was already crying out in despair in the face of the rushing horses, he had never heard of a group of hoplites. It can be so tireless to charge. Charge, charge! You know, those knights in Europe are about to rest when they charge.

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Only, this is the East!

Then the next moment, the shouting stopped abruptly. The Kidnapper Horse had already taken aim at him, and like all enemies in his way, his head was smashed to pieces by a thick mace.

After the third piercing, there were less than two hundred Cossacks left on the scene, and the others died either from the charge or from sharp arrows fired from both sides.

The rest of the Cossack cavalry, who were already glazed and depressed, no longer formed a formation, they just instinctively gathered into a small group, while blocking the sharp arrows fired from both sides, while looking at these death-like kidnappers in horror. Even the Cossacks, who were known for their bravery and arrogance, had already frightened the strength of these Jurchen heavy cavalry to the point that they had no will to resist.

I believe that another charge at this time can break them up, or if Yan Yeping orders them to surrender, most of them will choose to surrender.

But Wanyan Yeping stopped moving.

At this time, Wan Yan Yeping could already see through the mask looking at the tall smoke and dust rising in the distance, which meant that a very large number of cavalry was approaching this side at high speed, and the corners of her mouth flashed a touch of ridicule. Long before launching the attack, she had already seen this clumsy trap - in fact, clumsiness was also a little unfair to the other party, the other party's strategy was originally a yang scheme, I just sent out bait after bait, see if you dare to eat it? As long as you dare to eat, I will mobilize an army to destroy you! If you don't dare to eat, that's better, my purpose has been achieved, and you can march with confidence.

Kutuzov knew this, and Wanyan Yeping also knew it, but Wanyan Yeping even knew the distance between the two sides through the observation of the scouts - thirteen miles! If the cavalry gallops fast, such a distance is about the time of a cup of tea.

She judged that the other party was obviously confident that he could use the bait to drag herself for more than a cup of tea.

But it turned out that Kutuzov overestimated the strength of these Cossacks, and now it is only half a cup of tea that has passed, and the Cossacks, already in a rout.

"What a waste! It took so long to come? I had prepared an ambush for you, but it seems that I don't need it now. Wanyan Yeping lifted the mask, and the blood on it was dripping down, splashing on her face, her face was stained with blood, but there was an extraordinarily enchanting and bloodthirsty charm.

She waved her hand, and the light cavalry on the hills on both sides stopped shooting, and she kicked the horse's belly, and it was Tima who walked into the battlefield that was already full of corpses, and the crutched horse behind her tried to follow, but she stopped her. Only a few guards followed, and just like that, they walked into the middle of the Cossacks, who still had about two hundred people.

The Cossacks did not dare to move, but looked at this devilish woman with great horror, and although she was very beautiful, none of them dared to raise a trace of evil thoughts.

She's the devil.

In this way, Wanyan Yeping walked on the battlefield with a leisurely stroll, and the surroundings were silent.

Wanyan Yeping's eyes wandered around, and naturally, her eyes were attracted by Pushkin, who was dressed like a big rooster. Pushkin's coquettish dress can be seen at a glance as a big man with a great identity.

At the beginning of the battle just now, Pushkin had been surrounded by his guards and hid in a hidden corner, so that the battle just now did not affect him, he lay on the ground, watching the devil-like woman walking towards this side, instinctively shrunk his body and buried his head in the soil, as if he could avoid Yan Yeping's sight.

Wanyan Yeping couldn't help but laugh, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he stretched out his hand to point at Pushkin: "Take him away." ”

"Ahh You can't take me away, I'm from the Pushkin family......" Pushkin shuddered in his heart and shouted.

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The old butler Mozkov stood up tremblingly, stood in front of his little master, straightened his waist with all his might, forced himself to be polite, and said, "You can't ......"

After hearing them babble a lot, Yan Yeping couldn't understand it, but said with interest: "It seems that he still has a lot of identity!" Take it all! ”

A few of the kidnappers dismounted, grabbed Pushkin and Mozkov by the arms, and took them away in a reluctant cursing, and the surrounding Cossack cavalry wisely chose to remain silent, especially after the few Pushkin guards who had resisted were quickly killed.

They are clear in their hearts, and they can't afford to bury their lives for a gentleman.

Seeing the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer, Wan Yan Yeping galloped towards the southeast, and a sentence from afar drifted with the wind: "No one is left!" ”

The hussars fired arrows in unison, and the Cossack cavalrymen thought that they had escaped with their lives this time, but they did not expect the woman to be so vicious.

The rain of arrows poured down, and the Cossacks no longer had the fighting spirit, so they scattered and fled, and after they fled, the light cavalry also chased after Wan Yan Yeping.

And it was not until ten minutes passed that the Russian army chased after it.

Zakhrev looked at the corpses all over the place, and his face turned pale. (To be continued)