Chapter 605 Brothers, get to work!

The Siberian Plain, which is famous for its desolation and cold, has the most lush of trees and beasts. The whole world seems to be covered by the lush, deep and mottled green. Occasionally, on those extremely high mountains, there are still ancient ice and snow, even In early autumn, the cold horn has also begun to be blown.

A group of agile men in black quickly shuttled through the dense forest, occasionally leaving their footsteps, squatting down and carefully looking at the ground and the surrounding trees, as if looking for some traces on it.

"The night they spent here didn't leave until about the sun rose today. They left in this direction. It's about an hour away now. It can't be wrong." A man in black raised his head and pointed straight and affirmatively to the depths of the dense forest. He wore a black helmet on his head. Under the helmet was an authentic oriental face. His cheeks had several irregular scars, which were not like the wounds left by the sword nor the old ones left by firearms. Traces.

It was a beast, which was the mark left on his face by the beast wandering on the Siberian plain. Although it seemed ferocious, it did not damage the respect of the soldiers in black and black around him.

"Keep moving forward!" With his conclusion, a commander with a clear captain's logo on his helmet gave an order to take a big step in the direction he pointed out and continued to move forward.

"Brother, why are you so sure?" Next to him, a soldier couldn't help whispering to the guide who was recruited into the special reconnaissance battalion.

"If you have lived in this plain for 30 years, dealing with every tree, every kind of beast here every day, and familiar with everything about them, you will know like me that the forest will tell you everything." The ferocious soldier smiled at the questioner.

"You are so awesome!" The soldier could only pay tribute to one of the best hunters living in the Siberian Plain with admiration. Without his help these days, even the best special forces, it would be difficult for them to track down the Russians who insisted on escaping in the unfamiliar forest.

In the past three or four days, they have killed at least 200 Russian defeated soldiers. However, the Russian Major General Petrov has still not been caught, and the military headquarters has reached a severe order. In any case, the fleeing Russian major general cannot be allowed to escape from the encirclement.

A total of five or six teams like them shuttled through the dense forest in order to hunt down those fugitives. The 30,000 Russian expeditionary force, except for less than 3,000 fugitives, whether dead or alive, have been left in front of the Napianobo station.

The only regret now is that the Russian marshal was killed by a shrapnel, while another commander, Major General Petrov, escaped into the dense forest.

If he escapes, then the so-called total annihilaration is equivalent to a joke. At least from the army to Chang'an Kequ, to the soldiers, they all feel that they will not catch the damn major general. It is really shameless to install the exhilarating word "total annihilaration" to your majesty when stating the war report.

"Don't talk, keep moving forward!" The captain turned his head and calmly. Soon, the whole team fell into silence again, like a group of wolves swimming deep into the jungle, approaching the prey quickly.

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A group of physically and mentally exhausted people and horses were walking in the forest where they could not see the bright sun and the blue sky. They buried their heads and moved forward slowly. Even if the beautiful geese on the tree were singing cheerful songs, they could not afford to appreciate it even a trace of interest.

The heavy pace trampled on the rotten leaves and dead branches that had accumulated for many years, making an unpleasant creak. The brand-new and shiny leather boots on their feet had lost their former luster, only the dirt left on them, and the damaged areas scraped by stones and shrubs. , arbitrarily showing their leather materials.

Occasionally, one or two beasts shuttling through the forest, with their strangely green cold light, stared at these strange outsiders. After measuring the strength of both sides, they resisted the desire to treat these foreign creatures as food in their mouths, quietly retreated, looking forward to them like countless in the dense forest. Like the beasts of survival, there is an opportunity to be alone.

Pedrov is in the middle of the team. His meticulously combed blonde hair is now like the weed that has experienced the wind in the desert, and his beautiful chin is now covered by the thick stubble that he has always hated.

His breathing was as unpleasant and weak as the broken bellows, and his footsteps were as heavy as heavy as carrying heavy shackles on his back. Fatigue and hunger are like two terrible beasts, around their bodies, in the depths of their souls, from time to time with a sad howl, reminding them.

"Fir, this will be an experience I will never forget in my life." Petrov raised his head and looked at the sunlight on his face through the mottled leaves. A trace of warmth gave him an impulse to burst into tears.

Looking at my dirty hands that I couldn't see the palm lines clearly, I thought that I could take a hot bath every day, make a cup of black tea, and occasionally drink wonderful spirits, but all this changed a few days ago.

Constantly fleeing every day, rushing through this damned, unpredictable dense forest, always alert to the pursuit of those terrible oriental soldiers and the attacks of beasts that will suddenly appear in the dark.

He saw with his own eyes an excellent Cossack major who was bit off his head by a gorgeous giant tiger more than two meters long. Even before all the frightened people reacted, he dragged the major whose limbs were still twitching into the dense forest.

And those oriental people, they are like a group of demons. No matter which direction they flee, they seem to be able to find the trace of their group of people from the clues. They don't know when they will appear. The sudden sound of gunfire has become the most frequent nightmare in the past few days.

When he first began to escape, there were at least hundreds of people following him, but with each crisis, those followers either disappeared quietly in the dense jungle, or became the feast in the mouth of the beasts, or became the target of those oriental soldiers.

Now, there will be no more than 150 people around him, together with the guards, and 75 horses. These horses that struggled in the forest have become the most important food in the days of their escape. Otherwise, Peterov felt that he would have It can be used as food by these Cossacks and Russian soldiers who followed him to escape the next day.

Pedrov doesn't know how long he can hold on, but he is still insisting. His greatest hope is to escape back to Uginsk Fortress, where he can get a delicious hot soup and a few pieces of bread. Of course, it would be better to have a few glasses of spirits.

It is this belief that Peter and his followers have the courage and strength to move forward.

"General, what's wrong with you?" Just as Petrov looked at the sunlight flowing through the leaf gap with tears, a captain said weakly and asked that the torture of these days had made him haggard. Now, the commander of the escape force looked up at the leaves in a daze like a fool. The captain was a little worried about the general. Is there anything wrong with Your Excellency Jun's mental condition?

"I feel bad. Even if I stay here for one more second, it will make me feel sick and uncomfortable. Those damn Orientals have to pay the price they deserve. Yes, do you understand? My captain!" Petrov stared at the red eyes and roared at the captain.

"Yes, General, what you said is exactly what we are implementing." Seeing Peter's red eyes, like a beast in the jungle at night, the captain wisely chose the right answer.

"Very good, keep moving forward, captain, and fulfill your duties." Petrov also seemed to find that his mood was a little extreme, and tried to squeeze out a smile to signal the team to move on. We are not too far from Uginsk Fortress. Believe me, everyone. When we get there, we can enjoy it first, and then let your majesty know what is happening here and get justice for us!"

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I have to say that Major General Peteroff has a keen sense of judgment and a sixth sense. At least, only two hours after he said that, the dense forest gradually became sparse. At the end of the forest, the field was no longer a desolate weed, but a fertile farmland full of wheat. This scene aroused their collective cheers.

Pedrov is like a vigorous stag. Even if the sole of a leather boot is about to fall off, it can't stop him from becoming the first Russian warrior to rush out of the jungle. The familiar smell of the ripe wheat field is so seductive, and the castle of the fortress in the distance is so familiar and friendly.

Looking at the hidden castle in the distance of the plain, the Ujinsk fortress, the fortress that made them dream in the primitive forest finally appeared in front of them.

"God, I praise your kindness..." Looking at the castle in the distance, many people shed tears, loosened the reins that broke the callus in their hands, and knelt down on the dry land on the edge of the primitive forest and shouted loudly.

However, excitement and joy were so short that they didn't even have time to taste the joy of success. The dense and rapid sound in the dense forest shocked the horses and shocked them.

"Give me this." Major General Petrov did not hesitate to give an order to his adjutant, took the rein from the somewhat stunned adjutant, and ran straight away without even saying a polite thank. Keep up! Soldiers, come forward." He shouted hypocritically in his mouth, as if he was launching a fearless attack on the enemy's castle.

"It's them!" The shouts of the Orientals came from the dense forest, and then they put down their weapons and surrendered the school. This Russian sentence began to overflow from the dense forest to the edge of the jungle.

"Damn bastard, I curse you, you coward who should go to hell." Major General Petrov's adjutant gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, trying to follow the direction of the horses. He didn't want to fall into the hands of the Orientals, let alone die at their gunpoint. Hope is ahead.

"Damn it, these turtles still run so fast." The soldiers who rushed out of the jungle looked at the backs of the Russians who fled crazily, and then looked at the outline of the castle in the distance, and couldn't help laughing. It seems that they really can't wait to die. A soldier joked like this.

However, his immediate superior, the captain, slapped him on the head very angrily. Why don't you catch up with him? Are we giving up the thanks of our hard work for so many days to the reading brigade who spends a lot of time in the Uginsk fortress?

Hearing the commander's words, the man who had just got out of the jungle with a tired face suddenly turned pale. It was like watching his beautiful mother-in-law actually want to elope with a beggar. With a shout, one or two rushed out crazily at the speed of the groom's hall into the bridal chamber. Pursue forward.

"Aha, battalion commander, look, another idiot is coming to us." An oriental man in a Cossack logo military uniform pointed to the traces of people emerging from the dense forest southeast of the castle and shouted excitedly.

"Damn it, can you be quieter?! It's nothing new. There's so much fuss. Brothers, bet those old hairs up. It's time for them to perform again. Zhang Jin, the commander of the third battalion of the Reading Brigade, who was lying next to the turret of the city wall, rolled his eyes impatiently and decided to continue to meet his daughter-in-law, who had just been married for half a year, under the auspices of Duke Zhou in his dream. The screams of the little soldier with broken gongs made him all his sleepiness. Battalion commander, general, is a guy in Lao Maozi's uniform coming to our south gate.

"Damn it, it's not a big luck, is it?" Zhang Jin was so scared that a carp jumped up directly, rushed to the female wall in three or two steps, grabbed the telescope in the soldier's hand and carefully observed it.

Yes, he saw a group of cavalry and infantry rushing, and the front rider who was constantly waving his arms here. Although his clothes were already very dirty, he could still clearly show his identity, a Russian general.

However, when the telescope was moved to the rear, Zhang Jin couldn't help grinning: "I said, the special battalion of the military headquarters is going to compete with us. Open the gate quickly and let the old Maozi shout and lure these white sick old Maozi into the city. They are the prisoners of war of our reading brigade! "

"Camp commander, don't worry, brothers, start working!" The soldier next to him patted his chest and promised proudly.

Soon, more than a dozen decadent old hairs were escorted to the top of the city, and everyone's heart was resisted by a sharp bayonet. They could only stand on the top of the city with a smile and cheer for the compatriots who had fled here through thousands of difficulties...

(to be continued)