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Zhou Xing chanted aloud with his hands behind his back.

At this time, there was a clear moon and a clear sky above his head, and the night wind was like water, and under his feet was a huge raft, with logs more than five zhang long and as thick as a water tank that had not even stripped off the bark, and were directly tied together with steel bars, loaded with dozens of tons of materials flowing down the gentle river, and four horse lanterns hung at the four corners, reflecting the young and resolute faces of a soldier.

"This is the weather of the Han and Tang Dynasties!"

He went on to say.

"However, Han Tang is not as good as this! This has never been in the territory of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and now my Ming Holy Lord is in the court, and the glorious and prosperous era can be described as unprecedented! When the army of horses and horses on the Rhine in the future, there will be no one behind! ”

A colonel beside him said.

"Horse on the Rhine!"

Zhou Xing looked into the distance and was leisurely fascinated.

"That day won't be too far away!"

He said in a firm tone.

Well, these two aggressive guys are the commander and chief of staff of the 15th Infantry Brigade under the 1st Cavalry Corps of the Ming Army.

Behind them was a winding dragon of lights, which seemed to run backwards along the course of the river as if it were endless, and under the reflection of these lights were the same huge rafts, and on these primitive carriers of rough shapes were an entire infantry brigade of the Ming army, plus a battalion of heavy artillery assigned to them, plus enough ammunition and supplies for them to carry out a large-scale campaign.

Their goal was Omsk.

Of course, they were not the only ones, there was also a parallel cavalry brigade on each side of the river, and these three brigades formed the Hanhai Task Force.

Or rather, the Siberian Task Force.

On the latest version of the map of the Ming Dynasty, the Ural Mountains and the east of the Ural River, and the west of the Beihai are all Hanhai Province, and the responsibility of this task force is to change it from the name on the map to the actual control area, although there are only three brigades, but in Yang Feng's opinion, this is enough, after all, the Russians can't maintain too many troops in this area, and it is not easy for them to transport ammunition from distant Europe, and the Ming army of three brigades, as long as the ammunition supply is sufficient, then even 100,000 Russian troops can't stop them, The gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides is simply too great.

As soon as Zhou Xing's words fell, suddenly a firelight rose from the left bank, followed by an eye-catching firework that exploded in the night sky.

"Russian troops!"

His chief of staff, Guo Wen, said.

"Kill yourself!"

Zhou Xing said with a sneer.

Indeed, there is no difference between taking the initiative to attack the Ming army and seeking its own death, there is no army in this world that can fight with the Ming army in the field, but the Russian army major Khorkin found this a little late, this Russian elite who had fought bloodily in the war with the Swedes, bravely accepted the reconnaissance mission, led two hundred Russian cavalry along the Irtysh River to reconnoiter the Ming army, and then unfortunately encountered a reconnaissance post in front of the Ming army's first cavalry brigade.

Then they heroically attacked.

And then......

And then they were tragic.

Just when the Russian cavalry launched an attack with spears, the Ming cavalry, who liked to use spears like the Polish hussars, did not raise their spears in the same way, but put out two carriages, and then spewed tongues of fire from these two carriages, and the next moment Major Holkin was dazed to find that his attack was over, and the two tongues of fire kept making a dull tom sound like a demon's wild laughter, and two elongated lines of fire suddenly pierced into his cavalry.

Then in an instant, the man turned on his back.

In front of the machine gun, the cavalry was useless.

Major Holkins did not hesitate to turn around and flee as fast as he could, and behind him, the Russian cavalry that had escaped from the machine-gun fire was like frightened rabbits, fleeing in panic on the moonlit wasteland.

Behind them were the Ming army in hot pursuit.

Soon Major Holkin found that although there was no such terrifying weapon, the bullets fired by the Ming cavalry were still like a storm, and in the bright moonlight, he could clearly see that the rifles in the hands of the Ming cavalry did not seem to need to be loaded at all, and they raised their rifles on their galloping horses and pulled the trigger one after another, and the bullets also continued to shoot out one after another, roaring to take the lives of the Russian cavalry.

Of course, he didn't know what a tubular bomb bay and a metal cartridge cartridge was.

"Witchcraft, they're all devils!"

The frightened major muttered to himself in horror as he ran towards the city of Omsk, watching his men dwindle and dwindle, and by the time he saw the majestic castle on the banks of the Irtysh River in the light of dawn, he was left alone.

"Quick, open the door!"

He shouted like crazy.

He ignored the fact that it was still far away and his voice could not be heard at all, but fortunately, the gunfire was more effective than his shouting, and just as he could see the Omsk gate, it was slowly opening.

He subconsciously turned his head.

Then he found that more than a hundred meters away, a Ming cavalryman was aiming with a rifle! Then the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, and he subconsciously threw himself on the horse's back, the whistling of bullets almost clinging to his scalp. Just as he was desperately whipping the horse, the Ming cavalryman pulled the bolt of the gun very quickly, and the grappling hook immediately threw out a brass bullet case, and then pushed the bolt again, and a 3.5 or 11.2 mm bullet immediately pushed into the chamber. At this time, Khorkin was less than two hundred meters away from the Omsk gate, and the Ming cavalry simply stopped, then erected a ruler, took serious aim, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Gunfire rang out again.

The hapless Major Holking fell with a scream.

At this time, several Russian cavalry in the city of Omsk were rushing out, but the Ming soldier urged his horse forward as if he didn't see it, and at this time Major Khorkin was not dead, he was only hit by a bullet in the back, and he was crawling forward with all his strength on the ground, while reaching out and shouting to the Russian army who received him.

However, it was the Ming soldier who arrived first.

The latter looked at the Russian soldier who had already raised his gun and aimed at it, sneered with disdain, and at the same time as the fire flashed from the opposite side, he drew his saber and stabbed it in the back of Major Holkin's heart, and calmly cut off his ear and put it in the small pocket next to his saddle amid his screams and the whistling of bullets.

Then he calmly hung up the saber again.

At this time, the distance between the Russian soldiers was less than 50 meters, he suddenly picked up his rifle, and kept repeating the action of pulling the bolt and pushing the bullet and pulling the trigger at the fastest speed, and the remaining seven bullets were emptied in a very short time, and in the blink of an eye, all the four Russian soldiers who came to meet fell off the horse.

The nearest one was less than ten meters away from him.

He arrogantly looked at the large number of Russian troops who were rushing out of the city of Omsk in the distance, turned his horse's head and carried his gun away.

"This bastard!"

Colonel Michurin, commander of the Russian army in the city of Omsk, said sadly.

At this moment, a touch of morning glow gradually brightened on the eastern horizon, the emerald green Siberian plain awoke from the night, the winding Irtysh River gradually became clear in the morning glow, and the rafts on the river surface seemed to come slowly and endlessly, and the alarm bell on the tower of the castle immediately rang, and the five thousand Russian troops guarding the castle rushed out of their barracks in terror, running chaotically on the walls of the castle to prepare their weapons.

Colonel Michurin took a deep breath, and it was clear that he knew that his good days were over.

These rafts quickly docked, and then a large number of Ming troops began to land, but the Russian army did not have the courage to go out, because at the same time the Ming cavalry on the north and south roads also arrived, under the protection of these cavalry, the Ming infantry quickly set up camp on the shore, and part of the rafts were connected on the river to form pontoon bridges and simple docks, the two barracks stood between the river and the left and right, and in the afternoon, the artillery of the Ming army had begun to land, especially those four-inch heavy field guns even directly in the Ming army barracks. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the city of Omsk, ten miles away.

"Fire the cannon and say hello to them!"

Zhou Xing said proudly.

"Fire!"

The commander of the first battalion of the heavy field artillery battalion of the heavy artillery brigade beside him shouted.

Eighteen four-inch heavy field guns, which had calculated various shooting parameters through the artillery mirror, suddenly let out a roar, and one after another fifty-pound shells roared through the sky, and in an instant they exploded on the Omsk city wall.

"Yes, let's hit a base first!"

Looking at the panicked figure of the Russian army on the city wall, Zhou Xing said with satisfaction.

This is called getting off the horse, first tearing up the confidence of the Russian army with violent firepower, it is impossible for the Ming army to launch an offensive without resting for hundreds of miles, and routinely bombarding a base number of shells every day, anyway, he has no shortage of shells here, the logistics base of the Ming army is in the Fucheng of Luhe Prefecture, that is, Semiyi, where there is a highway leading directly to Longcheng, and the raft manufacturing base there can continuously produce rafts, and then go down the river, this transportation system ensures that there is no problem with the operation of the three brigades.

The eighteen heavy guns continued to roar incessantly, and the four-inch shells filled with cotton powder continued to fly towards Omsk.

The hapless Colonel Michurin and his soldiers, trembling in the explosion of shells, watched their fortress being shattered, watching the bodies of their companions being shattered, the terrifying loud noise tormented their nerves like thunder, everything was shattering them, their courage was also shattering, all the Russian troops, officers and soldiers, were huddled in hiding places with their heads in their hands, enduring the destruction that seemed to be endless, at this time they had nothing, the ambition to expand the territory, the loyalty to the Tsar, And faith in God was lost in the sound of cannons.

All they could do now was pray that the nightmare would end.

Fortunately, half an hour later, their nightmare finally ended, and all 720 four-inch shells were poured on the city of Omsk, bombing the small castle to the ground. And this was just the beginning, for the next five days the same shelling continued every day, and 3,600 shells finally turned the city of Omsk into ruins, and when the Ming army launched an attack five days later, less than half of the Russian troops could still take up arms and resist.

"This is called domineering!"

Zhou Xing looked at the Ming army in the distance who were rushing into the ruins of Omsk City and said.

However, the rest of the battle was not so simple, at this time the Ming army's treatment of prisoners was already well known, and the remnants of the Russian army knew very well that the result of surrender was only to be a slave but survive, so they put up a stubborn resistance in the ruins of Omsk City, especially the ferocity of the Russians was fully displayed here, between the ruins, the remnants of the Russian soldiers continued to shoot hateful bullets at the Ming army, and some even shouted slogans and held bayonets for hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, all this in vain.

Soon found that the remnants of the Russian army were still somewhat threatening, Zhou Xing ordered the Ming army to withdraw temporarily, and then unceremoniously fired a duke bomb, and when the yellow-green poisonous mist swallowed the ruins of Omsk City, the Ming army wearing gas masks rushed in again.

There is no suspense for the rest.

Less than three hours later, all the Russian soldiers were turned into dead bodies and thrown into the river.

The easternmost Russian fortress on the Siberian Plain fell into the hands of the Ming army, and soon a large number of Kazakh laborers were sent to the fortress and then began to rebuild the fortress, while the Ming army divided into two routes, the cavalry went west to Petropavl, 400 miles away, and the infantry or vehicle-mounted infantry brigade continued to drift downstream along the Trolling River, aiming at Tobolsk, where the Trolling River and the Tobol River meet, where the Russian Siberian Governor's Office was stationed, from where the Tobol River could be reached as far as Tyumen.

But that's going to be done next year.

Because the Ming army had to wait for the shipyards in the city of Tohe to build them river ships with diesel engines, and these ships could not be built before the arrival of winter, and the Siberian winter would block all military operations, the first stage of the Ming army's offensive plan was Tobolsk and Petropavl, and when these two cities were captured, they would turn to rest and wait for the winter ice and snow.

Then until next year, after the opening of the Irtysh River, they will attack Tyumen on river transport ships with diesel engines, while the cavalry will continue to attack Kurgan to the west, from Tyumen to Kurgan is only 300 miles, and there is also the Iset River that can be navigated, so that the supply of materials can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Next up is the Urals.

But that was the battle plan for the third year.

This land is too vast, it is really like the Hanhai, although Yang Feng is crazy but not crazy, without the support of the railway, he hopes to take this land in one go, then the result can only let his expeditionary force bury in this green Hanhai, step by step is the right reason, although three years is a bit long, but it is the safest, three years later his army will officially advance to the dividing line between Asia and Europe.