Chernkov, Adrian and Ananiyevich ran wildly all the way, and in one day and one night, they fled from Kulen to three hundred miles to the northwest, and after completely throwing off the elite cavalry of the Tianwei army, it was already dawn the next day.

Cherkov looked around, 50,000 troops, no, to be exact, 50,000 troops plus 15,000 reinforcements, plus the logistics army that escorted the grain and grass that was left behind, has exceeded 70,000 people, and now, even the seriously wounded are counted, it is no longer enough for 5,000 people, and the one who can guarantee combat effectiveness is only 4,000 people in front of him, and the most terrible thing is that this is icy and snowy, what do you want, these wounded are a burden, they are completely burdensome, they can't help but have no combat effectiveness, and they have to delay the speed of the cavalry, Consume the food and grass of the cavalry, and even so, these people have to die one by one on the way back, there is no way, there is no medicine, excessive blood loss, and the environment is harsh, even the toughest Rakshasa people cannot survive under such conditions.

It's miserable, it's so miserable, I don't have the face to go back to Moscow, even if I go back, I'm afraid that what awaits me is the order of His Majesty's severe punishment, basically it's a dead end, the difference is only that if I go back, my family can barely survive, if I run away, the family will be implicated, and there is basically no way to live.

"Chirkov, it's not okay for us to march like this, the food we carry is limited, how far we can hold out, only God knows, if we still have to take care of these wounded, then I'm afraid that we won't be able to leave the desert at all, and we will all die in the north of this desert......"

Guderian said abruptly.

Chernkov was silent, Guderian was right, and now it was time to decide.

"Chirkov, give up these wounded, especially the seriously wounded, for the sake of other people, this is the only way, most of them can't return to the territory of Rakshasa anymore, or even can't hold out to Kazan at all, in this case, it's better to leave a glimmer of life to others......"

Ananiyevich said in a deep voice.

"Okay......"

Chharkov wanted to do this, but there was no other way.

"Give the order to go down, send all the seriously wounded on the road, incinerate and bury them on the spot, and the lightly wounded who can hold on, follow if they can......"

Now, there is only one way to be ruthless, otherwise, everyone will die on the way.

After dealing with the seriously wounded, there are hundreds of lightly wounded, but fortunately, the Rakshasa people are indeed much stronger than ordinary people, and they also have more stamina, and they may be able to go back alive.

The army rested on the steppe for a while, and then began to march again, such a cold and snowy land, one more day of delay, the more dangerous it is, and it is necessary to hurry up.

In just four or five days, the Cossack cavalry had already reached the edge of Mobei, less than a hundred miles from Orlik.

"Chirkov, our three waves of grain and grass were all cut off in this place, and until now, we don't know how strong this Ming army's elite cavalry is, and we don't know if they have gone to other places, or they are still staying here, ready to continue to rob our follow-up grain and grass......"

Ananiyevich smiled bitterly, "This time, we were just hurt by the elite cavalry of the Ming army in front of us......"

"Then we can't be careless this time......"

Adrian said in a deep voice: "Now that our more than 4,000 people are in a low spirit, we haven't had much rest all the way, if we encounter a large-scale Ming army, then we will die......

Chhelkov replied: "In that case, Adrian, send scouts to the front to inquire about the enemy's situation, to see where the Ming cavalry is, preferably to avoid their eyes and ears......"

Adrian hurriedly went down to make arrangements.

Only one day later, the next day, the scouts had come back with exciting news.

"General Chherkov, we have explored clearly, northeast, sixty miles away from us, the elite cavalry of the Tianwei army is stationed near Orlik, where is there still this large amount of grain and grass, I think it is to rob the grain and grass we get, but this Ming army elite cavalry is not much, it seems that there are only two or three thousand people, if we launch a surprise attack, maybe we can defeat it in one fell swoop, snatch back the grain and grass, and get this batch of baggage, then we don't have any worries......"

Dalovich, the general of the scout battalion, said excitedly.

Chernkov raised his eyebrows, only two or three thousand people? Their forces are not as strong as ours......

"Ananiyevich, are you sure it was this cavalry that defeated your nearly 20,000 reinforcements? They only have two or three thousand troops......"

Adrian asked.

"Impossible! Definitely more than that! ”

Ananiyevic's face turned red, and he hurriedly denied: "Adrian, the number of elite cavalry of the Ming army attacking us will definitely not be less than 10,000, otherwise, even if we are in a hurry, we will definitely not lose so badly!" ”

"Could it be that one of the Ming troops has withdrawn?"

Chernkov muttered, "Dalovich, are you sure that this Ming army is no more than two or three thousand people?" ”

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with that!"

Dalovich said urgently: "There will definitely not be more than four thousand!" I've personally infiltrated their garrison to observe, and it's very ...... with limited troops."

"With less than 3,000 troops, if we make a surprise attack, we may be able to really get some gains......

Chernkov muttered.

"Chirkov, this is really worth our try, now we have less than three days' rations, and if we don't get help, then we won't be able to support Kazan anyway, who knows where our logistics team has retreated now? In case we all withdraw to Kazan, then we are really dead, let's fight! ”

Adrian said in a deep voice.

"Okay, in that case, the army will temporarily rest for a few hours, recuperate, tonight, we will raid the elite cavalry of the Ming army, this time, we must kill them all, take revenge!"

Cherkov said through gritted teeth.

Thousands of Cossack cavalry made up their minds to fight again, but as everyone knows, Qin Mufeng himself has already dug a trap and waited for the Cossack cavalry to come.

In order to be able to cut off the defeated Rakshasa army in one fell swoop, Qin Mufeng wasted his painstaking efforts and sent the scouts to three hundred miles away, continuously collecting news of the remnants of the Rakshasa army, and at the same time hiding a cavalry, putting on a weak posture to attract the Rakshasa soldiers to come up.

As soon as the scouts of the Rakshasa cavalry entered the vicinity of Orlik, they had already been discovered by the second town spirit cavalry, and now they still wanted to sneak attack Qin Mufeng, and Cherkov could be said to have killed himself.

(End of chapter)