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No one can blame the Tsarist Russia for being incompetent, let alone for being too careless. The battlefield of life and death on land is thousands of miles away from here, not to mention that there are 20,000 Tsarist warriors armed to the teeth in this palm-sized area? A "philosopher" once said that only 3,000 foreign soldiers armed with foreign guns and cannons were needed to sing triumphant songs all the way from east to west in this humble country, and if they were happy, they could of course be killed from south to north. As for the fear that the war will cost money, that is even more unfounded. It's true that fighting and killing people in other places is a waste of money, but here it's different, if you fight enough, kill enough, you get a lot of wealth that you can't even dream of. Want to get rich? Then your best way is to grab a gun, drag a cannon, and stretch your arms to show off here, and protect your fame and fortune.

It is impossible for the Tsarist Russians not to know the high theory of this "philosopher". Of course, this is a matter of strategy. As for the issue of tactics, those who do not negotiate peace will put aside, and no matter how shrewd the soldier is, who will pay attention to the battlefield thousands of miles away? Who would be on the guard every day, on the lookout that opponent thousands of miles away would fly to his feet overnight? Even if it's a bird, it can't fly so fast, right?

To say that Bakutsky's deployment of Wenden before his death was quite good. A battalion under his command had two squadrons that were stationed separately in the barracks in the west and north directions, and it was absolutely correct that the main defense and orientation were the main ones. Ten miles outside the east gate of Wendeng is the main force of the regiment, and there is a friendly army of a regiment of Rongcheng thirty miles out, while outside the south gate is the river, and there is no greater room for maneuver, which is where the imaginary opponent cannot appear. His headquarters was in the southeast of the city, and he not only had the strength of an elite squadron in his hands, but also a squad of Cossacks, and dozens of messy guys, counting together to be two hundred, ready to maneuver and reinforce in any direction.

Of course, there are more than a hundred joint defense regiments in the city, although it may not work to fight a war, it is okay to look at the door, isn't it better than a dog (in fact, it is not as good as a dog, and a dog is not lazy)? Although he has not fully understood or mastered the methods of asking for help such as lighting wolf smoke and setting open fires like the cowards here, there are really people who dare to make trouble, and his soldiers will not be unable to hold out in the city for a day and a half, and when the time comes, the main force of the regiment will be boiled over.

The way of using soldiers is to plan. There are big plans and small plans. The big plan is to plan the sky, and the small plan is to plan the matter. Those who are good at plotting win the world, and those who are good at small plotters will always have the lament of "planning things in people, and success in the sky". Only those who combine political and military strategists are good at making great plans, and all the so-called military strategists who are pretentious can only seek things and cannot do anything if they do not accept them. Han Xin, who is "the more, the better", always wants to be ruined in the hands of Liu Bang, who laymen think is not bullshit, and this is the truth. The real military master does not need to command thousands of troops by himself, as long as he moves a small finger casually, or when he is impatient, he can only move his little toe, then one qiē is enough. Liu Bang is such a big family, with only one Empress Lu, you are a bull, Han Xin who can ambush on all sides is not ......

Now the Tsarists in Wenden are right in any way. They are planning things, and since they are things, they must be realistic. The reality is that there is peace within a few hundred miles, so you have to relax. The way of civil and martial arts, one piece and one relaxation.

Together with the sound of explosions in the west of the city, the Russian garrison headquarters suddenly panicked, and the sound of sirens, shouts, curses, chaotic running, and neighing of horses formed a normal symphony. Whoever wants to be dissatisfied can experience it for himself, and see what it will be like in the barracks when he is suddenly confused, stunned, frightened, and has no commander who can have the final say.

In the headquarters without Bakulsky, the battalion commander, Captain Minev, should obviously be the supreme commander here, but unfortunately, he, the battalion commander, did not rely on military merits, but completely relied on the prestige of his family, as well as his elder brother, the commander of the regiment, Minev. But he is not useless, the most stubborn man in the family of Count Minev, the greatest ability is to gather people to fight in his hometown, in other words, an outlaw. If it weren't for the Russian troops sent to China, if it weren't for his brother saying that he could make a fortune here, what he wanted, and what he wanted, he would definitely leave the comfortable environment of his hometown and come here.

In his sleep, he was called out by Mi Neff, who only had a pair of big pants on his body, so he stepped on his riding boots and ran out of the back house, but he did not forget that he was holding a short gun in his left hand and a saber in his right hand. Looking at the crackling streets all over the yard, the soldiers who were either wearing pants or wearing the wrong shoes, although he couldn't think of what to do better for a while, he always knew that it would definitely not work if it went on like this, and if it was like this when fighting in a group, it would definitely be dead, which he was very familiar with.

The second one in the command who can be counted is the adjutant of Bakusky who remained in the battalion, Captain Borezin. Captain Borezin is not ordinary, he is not only an orthodox soldier, but also knows a little bit of writing, and he has been working as a small copywriter under the former Governor Muravyov, and seems to have mastered his essentials, so he naturally became a senior staff member of Bakutsky.

When the alarm sounded, the first person to run to the front yard was Bao Rejin, who used to be used to accompanying his boss at any time, and his consciousness has always been very light. As soon as he rushed out of the room, he continued to put on his clothes while listening carefully to the sound coming from the west of the city. He could tell that the explosion was definitely not a cannon, and that the occasional gunfire was definitely not from their firearms, and that the rumbling sound of the sea was actually the running of war horses. Based on this alone, he understood that when the city was broken, the enemies would definitely not be just hundreds, but thousands.

Seeing that Mi Nev was exposed with long hair, running out like a madman, and kept scolding the soldiers who were headless flies in the yard, Bao Rejin calmly ordered the officers to quickly gather their respective teams to prepare for the battle, and stabbed the blood-red eyes of the children next to him in a low voice, "I can't wait for the news in front of me any longer, the county is over, and I can't hold it, so it's better to withdraw quickly." ”

Xiao Nev looked at the commander's adjutant as if he didn't know him, could this be the "master" who can talk about the drill like a lecture on weekdays, and can speak eloquently and eloquently? He didn't bother to look at this bastard a second time, and swooped on the war horse that the squire had just led, and the saber and short gun in his hand danced into the sky at the same time, "The Cossacks who are not afraid of death, the Russian eagles who are not afraid of death, follow me, go and kill those lowly pigtailed mongrels and defend our tsar's special zone!" ”

Hooligans have their own rogue's courage, and scoundrels have the common language of scoundrels. Minev's usual vigor of daring to play with anyone with a brick aroused the bestiality of many Tsarist Russian soldiers. The desperate howl suddenly overwhelmed the escape mobilization that Bao Rejin still wanted to make, and more than a hundred outlaws followed closely behind Mi Nev and rushed out of the headquarters.

Seeing this scene, Bao Rejin did not hesitate. He ordered the remaining dozens of soldiers to immediately bring out the rice bags, build a fort at the gate, and strictly ordered the soldiers to hold out to the end. After that, under the pretext of inspecting the military camp in the north of the city, he quickly escaped from the headquarters with a few relatives and went straight to the east gate. Before leaving the city gate, he looked behind him with a reluctant face, and then waved his hand at his entourage, "We are not cowardly, our task is to quickly report to His Excellency the Commander, mobilize the main force to come back for revenge, and kill these damned rebels." ”

Until he left Wendeng City, Bao Rejin didn't seriously inquire about who came into the city. Obviously like him, Minev regarded these guys who came into the city to make trouble as the "bandits and grass cowards" he had met in the past.

War is like this, it is not only a confrontation of the strength of the soldiers of the two sides, but also an intellectual competition between the commanders of the two sides. Cheng Ming and Xu Fang didn't want even one of the Tsarist ghosts in Wendeng City to slip through the net, and Liang Chengfu hoped that the main force of the Tsarist ghosts in Wendeng's camp could go out of the city to reinforce Wendeng County. The aggressive Xiaominev and the cowardly Baorejin are invisibly helping Liang Chengfu and Cheng Ming to achieve their respective military achievements, which seems to be accidental, but it is an inevitability, that is, whether it is Xiaoniev or Baorejin, they still do not understand the Chinese under the leadership of the real Red Celestial Empire, let alone the great red army they are facing.

As soon as he turned into the alley, Minev saw the horse team rushing in front of him, and then heard Eugene's strange cry, which was almost crying. Especially the Russian soldier on the horseback who was in fat clothes and did not dare to raise his head, at first glance, he looked like a coward who was awakened from his sleep and put on the wrong military uniform, no wonder he ran so fast.

"Smack!" Xiao Nev couldn't contain his anger and fired a shot into the sky, "Stop me, go back, kill back!" ”

"God, the rebels are catching up!" Eugene is still calling. The dozens of "Tsarist Russian soldiers" who seemed to have slipped through the net also didn't know what to shout, but none of them stopped according to Minev's orders, let alone looked back.

"Bastard, son of a bitch, stop, if you don't stop I'll cut you!" Minev's mount rushed forward, waving his saber in his hand, threatening the "defeated soldiers" who were about to rush in front of him.

Xu Fang's body lying on the horse's back suddenly lifted, and at the same time, the saber under his body also left the scabbard. The two horses made a mistake in the stirrup, and the sharp saber slashed from the bottom to the dead pile of shirtless ** that he had been staring at earlier.

What a lot of strength this is, don't say that Xu Fang still has enough strength in his hands, it is a simple homeopathic gesture, and Mi Nev is also destined to break his stomach.

"...... Ah......h

The Russian soldiers behind subconsciously raised their hands to block the captain who flew over, "God! He shook, bowed his head, and spat out. It turned out that his hand was actually touching the captain's open chest, and he grabbed a hand of internal organs that were still emitting heat. He didn't just spit out, but there was no chance to vomit again, and he didn't have time to raise his head when he felt a cold wind hit the back of his head.

The saber of the second platoon was slashed directly at the back of his neck.

The two teams quickly intertwined.

Now, no firearms are used, and the only thing that is convenient is the saber in their hands. It doesn't matter if you are the Red Army of the Celestial Empire, or the Cossacks, or some Russian "eagle", it is in vain to beautify it, and only those who can still sit on horseback with their heads held high in the end can have the last laugh.

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