Man Gui did not rush to attack, but surrounded the Rakshasas like a hunt. Three regiments of the 1st Cavalry Division, plus 20,000 Mongol cavalry. The half-built city of Yaksa was surrounded like an iron bucket.

"Brother Mangui, let's rush over together, and a single charge can kill them all." Ge Ritu leaned down and patted the war horse under his crotch.

"Geritu, what years have it been. It's still the same old thing! Eight or nine out of ten of the first cavalry divisions are our Mongol brothers. Take my brother's life to make credit, I don't do such a thing. ”

"How do you fight that? The fire guns made by the Rakshasa Kingdom are also very powerful, not much worse than the guy in your hand. ”

"Artillery battalion out!" Man Gui smiled, waved his horsewhip and shouted.

Behind the military formation, a battalion of men and horses immediately poured out.

The battalion was armed with a small cannon, the caliber of which was the same as that of a mortar. On either side there are half-man-high wheels, which are led by a horse. This is Mangui's artillery battalion, because of the cavalry. I specially begged the old man to make this kind of infantry artillery!

The caliber of this gun is as large as that of a mortar, but it has a long barrel and is a direct-aim artillery. Insufficient firepower to undertake the task of attacking fortified positions has always been the weakness of the 1st Cavalry Division. With this thing, some small castles are not in the eyes of the first cavalry division.

The half-finished Yaksa in front of you is not even a small castle.

Dzerzhinsky held a telescope and looked at the Ming army in the distance. Now he regretted it very much, why should he be greedy for the seventy-four thousand taels of silver. If it weren't for the greed for that silver, he would have been on the Siberian steppes now, and even a hundred thousand people would not have been able to surround him. How could it be like this, surrounded by people like birds in a cage?

"Russian warriors, even if we can't rush out today. It is also necessary to show the courage of the Russians and fight them to the death. Hold your ground and take out every Tatar and Ming who dare to come close. Let them know that the Russians are not to be messed with. Dzerzhinsky stood on the tall water tower and shouted to the soldiers below.

The Russian Empire, from the moment of his birth, fought. They fought with the Swedes, they fought with the Turks, they fought with the Poles. The peoples who grew up on the body of the Mongol Kipchak Khanate called themselves the fighting race of this world.

There are many things that look at each other and draw swords against each other, and even now that they are surrounded, Dzerzhinsky's words greatly boost their fighting spirit.

"Wow......!" The soldiers raised their weapons in their hands, shouting "whoop" and "whoa", and the sound spread far away to Man Gui's array.

"Whew!" Man Gui smiled contemptuously.

Boost morale, then fight the enemy with bayonets. The courage is commendable, but who the hell is playing with bayonets with you, what age is this?

"Fire!" With Man Gui's order, the deployed infantry artillery began the first round of firing.

Because of the relationship between the long body and the tube, the accuracy of the cannon in the formation at a distance of five or six miles is amazing. The Rakshasa cavalry has no artillery, and the lightest artillery cast by the Rakshasa is more than 800 catties. In these years, it is absolutely impossible to carry such heavy artillery through the barren Siberian steppes.

The only weapons that the Rakshasas could rely on were two old Portuguese man-made Franc cannons captured from Mengjiatun.

This thing is still front-loaded, firing at a distance of five miles. The muzzle of the cannon is pointed at the target, but where the shell will go, only the devil knows.

Man Gui's gunners are fed enough shells on weekdays. Each of them has fired at least a thousand rounds of training shells, and the Count Soldier has made a simple calculation. The first round of shells swept away the two Fran cannons.

Then, in the form of roll call, the cannonballs began to eliminate the Rakshasa soldiers who were hiding one by one.

Shells exploded, and puffs of gunpowder smoke rose into the air. With a loud boom, the mangled corpse was lifted several meters high. On the walls of the city hung arms and thighs, as well as a section of intestines. On the big tree at the gate of the city, half of the buttocks hung abruptly.

In the hands of the calculation soldiers, there is the latest artillery calibration mirror. As soon as the traces of the Rakshasa soldiers were found, and a number was reported in their mouths, the cannonballs flew over. The Rakshasa soldiers in Yaksa City were so busy that they could lie on the ground and not even raise their heads.

Geritu's jaw was about to drop to the ground, and he thought that Man Gui would pull out a mortar or rocket launcher or something. There was a bang at the half-finished earthen fence, and then everyone rushed up and chopped up the Rakshasas and called it a day.

Unexpectedly, Man Gui still had such a cannon in his hand.

The explosive power of the shells is not very large, and it is about the same as that of mortars. But the victory is very precise, which can basically be called pointing and hitting.

Every explosion carries with it the corpse of a Rakshasa soldier.

Cannonballs were not a problem for Man Gui, and there were more than eighty wagons pulling cannonballs. Each one contained a hundred shells, enough to kill the Rakshasa soldiers in Yaksa twice.

The Mongolian soldiers and the 1st Cavalry Division, as if they were watching the target, watched the artillery battalion show off its black technology. After looking at it for a while, Geritu felt a little sleepy. In this way, there is no need to fight this fucking battle. A cannonball killed a ball!

"Huh! I finally couldn't stand it anymore. Man Guile shouted loudly.

Gritu hurriedly raised his head, and the closed gates of Yaksa City burst open. A squad of cavalry came out of it, ignoring the blast. The Rakshasa at the front was tall and full of yellow beard. Holding a command knife in his hand, the war horse charged like a gallop.

"Raise your gun!" At the sound of the command, all the cavalry raised their guns.

This made Geritu a little dumbfounded, shouldn't he send cavalry to hedge at this time? If you stay here and defend, you will be overwhelmed by the opponent in one fell swoop.

"Bang!" The cavalryman who took the lead was too powerful to attract the attention of the artillerymen. A cannonball whizzed and crashed into the galloping horse, and the knight, who had just returned like a tiger and a dragon, immediately exploded into a red blood mist.

Geritu saw with his own eyes that the war horse was torn into several pieces. The knight on the horse was hit by countless shrapnel. The command knife fell to the ground, with one of its master's hands on it.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……！ The platoon guns rang out, and one by one the cavalrymen fell from their horses. These soldiers of Man Gui did not shoot at the people on the horses, they shot at the horses that were easier to hit.

A bullet in a war horse is completely different from being shot with a bow and arrow.

The bullet can easily tear through the horse's skin, and the kinetic energy of the telling, with the bullet grinded like a flower by rifling, rampant in the horse's belly and constantly spinning. And finally, with a large canopy of blood and broken bones. Bullets wrapped in fragments of musculature and internal organs scurried out of the horse's body.

Not to mention horses, even if lions, tigers, and elephants come like this, they will have to die.

The worst thing is that the guns in the hands of these cavalrymen are fired in bursts. The war horse only rushed out dozens of meters, and Man Gui's soldiers fired eight bullets. The magazine of this mounted gun can hold eight bullets, and the soldiers call this gun the big eight.

The battlefield was full of horses that had fallen to the ground and were twitching, and there were people who were wailing. Falling off a galloping war horse and not breaking his neck is considered a blessing from the ancestors of the eighth generation. Breaking a tendon and breaking a bone is a normal thing.

Dzerzhinsky watched all this in pain, and Voroshilov charged with six hundred of his men. But just by deploying the charging formation, it was crushed by the rain of bullets. Many of them didn't even have time to shoot on the bumpy horses.

The opponent's guns were fired in bursts, which can be heard from the sound of gunfire. Damn the Mongols deceived the dead and didn't pay for their lives, didn't you say that they were still using primitive firearms?

"It's your turn!" Man Gui patted Geritu on the shoulder.

"Kill!" With a wave of his saber in his hand, two thousand Mongol cavalry rushed out. On the opposite side, there were only a dozen or so people left. There are also some fierce ones, even if they fall off their horses, they drag their knives and charge on foot.

Before they could see each other, the Mongols used their traditional weapon, the bow and arrow. A rain of arrows fell, and no one sat on the horses of a dozen or so Rakshasa cavalry. A layer of feather arrows fell densely on the ground, as if a layer of white hair had suddenly grown on the green grass.

At this time, there is no need to use bows and arrows. Xue Liang's saber was pulled out and slashed at the Rakshasas who were charging on foot. In the screams, a gush of blood flew. Bright red blood spilled on the grass, and one by one, the whole body became fragmented.

Dzerzhinsky closed his eyes in pain, this is not a war, this is a massacre.

"Dzhugashvili! The white flag is raised, and we surrender. "There is no grandiose rhetoric just now, there is no impassioned enthusiasm just now. In the face of absolute power, Dzerzhinsky could only choose to surrender.

After all, everyone wants to survive. If you continue to fight like this, there is only one dead end.

"Handsome! The Rakshasas on the opposite side have raised the white flag, and they are going to surrender. ”

"Fuck it, I thought the Rakshasa were so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be a coward. Geritu, send your men who know Rakshasa to tell them, and tell them to lay down their weapons and come out on their knees and surrender. ”

"Humph! This kind of battle didn't start. Where are you cavalry, you are obviously an infantry on horseback. "Bringing 20,000 men, Geritu is also preparing for a big battle. He even made up for the hardships in his brain!

Unexpectedly, when he arrived in Yaxa, he was almost useless.

This made Geritu very depressed! If you lose some manpower, you can ask Li Xiao for some guns.

"Regardless of his cavalry and infantry, he is a good soldier if he can win a big battle anyway. At the end of the battle, no one died here. Bringing the brethren home with all the beards and shadows, that's what the boss should do. Killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 self-losses, our Liao army will not fight such a battle. "Man Guile made people vigilant, in case the Rakshasas took the opportunity of surrender to escape.

The fellows dressed as Mongol merchants once again galloped to the city of Yaksa: "My Great Khan said, let you lay down your arms, go out of the city, kneel on the ground and surrender." ”

"I'm going to kill these bastards!" Dzhugashvili picked up his rifle and aimed his shot. He hated these bastards who fooled them, and without these Mongols, they would have returned to Moscow and been treated like heroes.

"Bang!" The moment the trigger was pulled, the muzzle of the gun was lifted by Dzerzhinsky, who was quick to speak.

"Dzhugashvili, they died one. No one here can live! Dzerzhinsky angrily snatched the gun from Dzhugashvili's hand.

"I hate them too, but being alive now is the most important thing. As long as we live, it will be possible to return to Moscow to see our families. Dzhugashvili, don't you want to see your little daughter again? Dzerzhinsky threw away the gun in his hand and walked slowly out of the city. As you walk, untie your belt. They were all thrown on the ground, along with their sabers and guns.

"How did it become the way it ......!" Dzhugashvili sobbed and followed Dzerzhinsky.

With them taking the lead, the Rakshasa soldiers who could only lie on the ground all stood up and followed behind them. Rifles, bayonets, sharp fathers and sons, daggers, weapons on the body, thrown as they walked.

The clanging sounded!

Dzerzhinsky walked out of the city of Yaksa, walked to the grass and fell to his knees with his head in his hands.

Then Dzhugashvili also fell to his knees with his head in his hands. And then there are more and more Rakshasa soldiers!

Bands of Mongol cavalry galloped past them, searching for any hidden Rakshasa soldiers in the city of Yaksa. As long as you find someone who is unwilling to go out and surrender, you will cut off the head with a knife in your hand.

Man Gui rode a horse, strolling on the battlefield. With a snap of the whip, Dzerzhinsky, who was kneeling, was dragged over.

"Are you the leader of these rakshasas?" Man Gui looked at these people with interest, he had seen people from the West in the capital before. These Rakshasas look about the same as the Lusters, but they are more burly and sturdy.

"Yes! I am Colonel Dzerzhinsky, sent to the East by His Majesty the Tsar, and now that he has surrendered, you can offer a ransom. If it is not excessive, our Tsar His Majesty will ransom me with money. ”

According to European rules, enemy generals were captured. Ransom would be offered, sometimes for ransom, sometimes for a prisoner exchange. Anyway, the two countries were at war and rarely killed officers.

"Hah! Ransom? We don't want any ransom, we just need your head, and go back to the capital to appease the anger of the Ming Dynasty. And I'm in charge to tell you, your tsar has a big deal, and Daming won't let him go.

Separate the officials from the soldiers, and kill all the wounded who can't leave and take their heads. Those who can walk are all helped with wire. Take it back to the capital and let Donglin's gang of miscellaneous pieces also take a look. We, the Liao soldiers, will never allow foreign races to be reckless on the land of China. ”

"You ......! You guys......! Dzerzhinsky was speechless in horror. He didn't expect that the other party would not play cards according to the routine.

"I said, "That's what a quick thing to do. Wash your neck and wait for the knife. "Geritu" "hey" "hey" smirk. The Rakshasas are very close to the Zungar Mongolian Batur Hui, and the enemy's friend is the enemy, and Geritu instinctively dislikes these Rakshasas.