The fourth year of the Ming Dynasty's recovery, October 2.

Night falls.

In the desert wilderness, where the Selenga River flows into the North Sea (Lake Baikal), the temperature begins to drop sharply, and Kyakhta, which has been scorched by the sun for a day, is as cold as if it were put in the refrigerator.

Cold as iron, war clouds boiling.

Under the cover of night.

About 10,000 Russian soldiers quietly and quickly advanced towards the camp of the Ming army.

Meanwhile.

Colonel Chen Liansheng, the commander of the right brigade of the former army, issued the order for the highest level of preparation.

The soldiers who received the order quickly ended their day's sleep and ate their dinner in silence.

This may be their last meal.

Because their opponent is the legendary very vicious Rakshasa ghost.

None of them are of the same species.

In the fight, there are almost no prisoners left on either side.

This is Mobei, Siberia.

The food here is so precious that it is impossible to leave it for the captives to eat.

Therefore, such a battle is not the same as the battle of the Ming and Qing dynasties in the Central Plains.

Both officers and soldiers.

All gathered together and ate the same standard diet.

Actually, there was no special pre-war meal.

It's the same as usual.

Naan, jerky, and a large pot of tea from boiling the tea bricks.

According to the order, the soldiers had to swallow all the tea leaves.

According to the doctors, this is to replenish some of the vitamins they need in their bodies.

Just when the officers and soldiers were eating.

Chen Liansheng and Fu Kangan inspected the barracks together.

"This place is really good, the two rivers meet, and the grass grows so tall fast."

Chen Liansheng said with emotion.

He had just come out of the barracks of an infantry battalion and sighed.

Then his eyes were fixed on the Kyakhta pastures outside the barracks.

"Armed with rifled guns, take the initiative . It's a bit of a risk. Fukangan said. If it is charged by cavalry, it will be a heavy loss. ”

"There are no immortals in war!" Chen Liansheng said with a cold face, "What's more, every soldier who attacked this time can get a great merit and be rewarded with thirty acres of land!" ”

Fukangan nodded.

The plan of sending an infantry force to take advantage of the darkness of the night was a plan made by the brigade staff to take advantage of the fact that the grass in the Kyakhta pastures could almost drown people.

Adventure though.

But it is indeed a way to leave as much of the Russian army as possible in this situation.

And such a risky plan.

If it was in the Qing army, it would be very difficult to execute it smoothly - to attack and ride on foot, and to take the initiative to attack, no matter how you look at it, you will be sent to death.

Therefore, it is unlikely that the commander of the Qing army will make such a plan.

Because they also know that such a plan will not be carried out at all.

On the side of the Ming army, because there are staff officers at all levels and officers at all levels who have undergone "assembly line training," they will be able to smoothly carry out the military orders above.

It was Fan Baoyi's battalion that was in charge of the attack.

At this time, Fan Baoyi is doing your pre-war mobilization.

In fact, there is nothing to mobilize.

They had been warring with the Russian army before, and they had won a great victory, and they were not afraid of the vicious Rakshasa at all.

Coupled with the temptation of military merit, everyone is waiting for meritorious service at this time.

And at the same time.

Sporadic gunfire had begun to be heard on the north side of the camp.

The Ming Army scout cavalry, which is on alert, is exchanging fire with the Russian army!

Syllable!

The crosshair of the gun in the hand of Lu Fuhai, who was standing on the horse, was on the body of a Russian officer more than a hundred paces away.

Gunshots rang out.

The Russian officer swooped forward, and blood flowed all over the ground.

At such a long distance, it is not easy to hit with such a shot.

"Quick! Change the gun! ”

Lu Fuhai suddenly threw the rifled gun that had already fired Zidan in his hand to one of his subordinates, and took from him a second-year remover musket with Zidan on it.

Then stand on the stirrup and raise the gun to shoot!

Bang.

Under the bright moon.

Another Russian officer was bleeding from his chest, staining the moonlight a horrible red.

"Let's go!"

Lu Fuhai immediately turned his horse's head and took his subordinates to beat the horse and leave.

A group of Cossacks gave chase for a while, and soon lost under the obstruction of pasture and night

I can only go home in a huff.

"Discovered!"

Mikhail stared at the Ming army that disappeared into the night and couldn't help but sigh.

The plan for the raid was clearly in vain.

Lepnin put down the binoculars and said, "Originally, the possibility of a successful raid is not high, if it is discovered, then attack it!" ”

"The soldiers are divided into two ways, I will lead one way to attack from the west, and you will lead one road to attack from the northeast!"

Soon.

In the darkness of the night.

Bright torches formed a long queue.

The army of the Russian Empire rushed towards the Ming camp in the south.

At night.

Tong Wei lay on his stomach in the half-human-high grass, staring at the horse team with torches that was rapidly approaching.

His old surname is Tong Jia.

However, Tong Jia's family was originally a Han man who carried the flag, and his surname was Tong.

So now it can be regarded as recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors.

However, his family background is not good, when Amma was still on an errand in Baqi when he was a child, he was okay, so he could still go to school and read at that time, and later Ama died of illness, and the whole family was suddenly without a pillar.

So just like many impoverished Eight Banners, the family is surrounded by walls, and when he is an adult, he has no money to stuff into it to ask for an errand, and if he has no errand, he can only continue to be poor.

In addition to the identity of Eight Banners, in fact, life is very poor.

On the contrary, after the Qing Dynasty was gone.

The Ming Dynasty established the Expedition to the Western Capital Division, and recruited soldiers from the poor children in the original Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners.

Tong Wei got a squad leader because of this.

On the contrary, it is more hopeful than when I did the Eight Flags.

After this battle is fought and he has made achievements, Tong Wei will have dozens of acres of cultivated land under his name!

Good days are ahead.

Mikhail raised his arms and gave the order to stop the advance.

Of course he didn't know.

The Ming army was so bold that they dared to take the initiative to attack and ride on foot in this desert grassland.

Just about three hundred meters away from him lay a battalion of Ming infantry.

"General!" Several commanders of the Russian army rode horses.

With the help of the moonlight, Mikhail stared at the quiet Ming army camp ahead.

There were no torches and no movement.

It was quiet.

But he wouldn't believe that the soldiers of the Ming army were sleeping.

Because the previous gunfire has proved that the Ming army has been prepared for a long time!

"The Chinese have already discovered us, but they don't have time to build any fortifications, and they don't have barbed wire, this is our chance!" Mikhail said.

Meanwhile.

Fan Baoyi, who was lying in the grass, also gave the order to prepare to shoot.

Tong Wei stretched out the rifle in his hand, lay on the grass, and pressed the crosshair on the waist of the Russian in front of him through the dripping moonlight.

The biggest advantage of rifled guns is range and accuracy.

However, the order to open fire has not yet been given.

So everyone was still lying quietly in the grass.

Mikhail jerked out his command knife.

"Warriors of the Russian Empire! Russia's most vicious enemies lie ahead, they may be the greatest enemies in the history of the Empire, and if we are defeated, we may be relegated to slavery of the Tatars of the East! Rush in! Kill all those Chinese! Ulla! ”

"Ulla!"

The Russian soldiers chanted.

"Fire!"

Fan Baoyi took a deep breath and said loudly.

Syllable!

Bang Bang Bang!

Bursts of gunfire rang out, and bullets rained down on the front.

Suddenly.

As if electrocuted, the soldiers of the Russian Shooting Corps trembled and fell from their horses.

"There's an ambush!"

Mikhail was shocked.

But he didn't retreat.

Instead, he ordered to ride his horse forward at once!

"Rush forward! Stomp them to death!! ”

Mikhail was armed with a command knife.

Extremely bravely, they rushed in the direction of the Ming army's fire.

"Ulla! Ulla! ”

The Russian soldiers who shouted the slogan of the charge also ignored their comrades who fell to the ground, and urged the speed of the war horses under their crotches to the extreme, and killed the Ming army who were lying on the turf and shooting!

(End of chapter)