Chapter 602 The Hasty Cossack Cavalry--

At the moment when the Russians in the city collapsed in the East City, it was like their inner persistence also collapsed. The monk who had been standing on the bell tower and ringing the big bell stared at the miserable shape of the east wall after the smoke and dust dispersed. He even forgot his duty to ring the copper bell and kept There is a cross on their chest, asking the God they believe in to save their souls.

Those women and children screamed and hid around, and some even pointed their guns at their compatriots in order to grab a kiln that could accommodate themselves.

The gunfire is still going on, but it can't suppress the shouts and cheers from the outside of the collapsed city wall, as well as the loud charging horns.

"God! ..." Looking at the deafening roar of the orientals in black armor, Colonel Arshavin clasped his hands in front of his chest and held the cross tightly. His gray-blue eyes were full of panic and despair.

Arshavin reached out and grabbed the guard beside him, shouting loudly and roaring. Let the Cossacks who stay behind to guard the food and fodder rush over and let them all go over and plug the gap, otherwise we will all be finished. Damn it, why don't you go quickly!"

The remaining troops on the wall are blocking in panic, but they have attracted a sharp counterattack from those Chinese soldiers like wolves. After the crisp and harsh gunshots, there will always be a sad scream on the part of the wall that has not yet collapsed. Some soldiers directly covered the wound, fell down from the wall, hit the ground, and turned into A pool of mashed meat.

"Cossack! Attack!" " The last reserve team in the city, originally served as Marshal Rumentsev, stayed in the Uginsk fortress, guarding the 1,000 Cossacks of 30,000 expeditionary troops.

As the keeper of the city, Arshavin has no right to disobey the orders of Marshal Rumantsev, but now, the fortress is about to be broken. When the soldiers of the Chinese Empire attack the fortress, then there is only one end waiting for them.

Soon, those Cossacks came to the east city where the city wall had collapsed as quickly as possible. These Cossacks who were best at using the machete in their hands, riding war horses and cutting off the enemy's head could now rely on their legs and wave the machete in their hands to block those armed to the teeth on the messy ruins. Teeth has already poured into the incoming Chinese army.

More than a thousand Cossacks who gave up their horses bravely raised the machete in their hands, wearing simple leather armor, and howling to the top of the ruins. These heroic Cossacks believed that as long as they still held weapons in their hands, they would be fearless and invincible.

The snowy machete seems to have been built into a dangerous forest. For hundreds of years, the Cossacks have relied on their fearless courage, strong bodies, and trust in the weapons in their hands to make a famous name in Eurasia.

And their opponents, the Chinese emperor [***] who had installed a three-edging bayonet on the rifle, faced the machete without fear. They raised the rifle equipped with a bayonet and roared up. The gray Cossacks, and the dark Chinese emperor [***], were in this broken wall. Under the remnant wall, it is like two unstoppable torrents, hitting together... "Come on, go to the basement, let the old people and children go first, and hurry up, monks, pick up the weapons in your hands and guard here with me. This is God's sanctuary. We must not let those damn infidels step in, and never allow it. Xu." A powerful monk of Wukong stood at the gate with a flinfire in his hand and roared loudly at his companions beside him.

The fierce fighting and the roar of guns are still continuing, but the sound from the East City is getting closer and closer. Even if these monks who have not received military training hold weapons, they can't hide their inner panic and fragility. They can only recite God in their hearts. The real name, praying for a miracle.

"Ah..." A brave Cossack's hand was fiercely chopped down by a machete, but it was set up by his opponent with a bayonet. Before he could make the next move, the other bayonet was like a poisonous snake galling out of the cave, insidiously flashing his left rib, fiercely, from the bottom to the top without any hesitation. He pierced in, pierced the thinly defensive leather armor, pierced his clothes and skin, and penetrated deeply into his chest.

The roar he opened his mouth turned into a howl, but soon he could no longer make a sound. Only a stream of blood gushed out of his throat, like a drunkard who drank until he vomited blood, swayed and fell on the ruins full of broken bricks and rocks.

He tried to open his eyes wide, as if he wanted to see his companions from beside him and get help from them, but what he saw was one fallen figure after another. The flames from the muzzle of those despicable Orientals from time to time would always make a brave and pure Cossack warrior hug him. The wound hit fell down in despair.

The sound that can be heard in his ears is gradually blurred, and what his eyes can see is gradually dim. At this time, another Chinese soldier in black and black armor rushed up, and the strong thick leather boots stepped heavily on his chest, waving the command knife in his hand, calling for more Chinese soldiers to pour in. Gap, hide those Cossacks in the black wave...--------------------

Cossack cavalry major Yushenko stood on the sentry tower built with logs at the Natulong military station, observing the distance, and his eyebrows were tightly folded into a Sichuan character. On his body, this strong military station, which was originally built of masonry, is more like a place to accommodate beggars at this moment.

The original tall brick wall has long been destroyed into rocks on the ground, and even almost none of the buildings in the military station are intact. You can even smell the unpleasant stench in those messy rooms and stone piles.

All this was done by those damn Orientals last winter. They used the most despicable and shameless means to sneak up on these soldiers, killed all the Russian soldiers in the soldiers, destroyed the strong city defense, and tried to destroy the achievements of the Russians who spent hundreds of years exploring and adventure in the East.

Now, their actions have angered the respected Empress and angered the entire Russian Empire. Now, the powerful expeditionary force has come to the East and will avenge the Russian warriors who have fallen asleep under this land and make those despicable and shameless Orientals pay the price they deserve. .

But now, the 500 Cossack cavalry and 200 Russian infantry who were ordered to be stationed in the ruins of this station can only guard this traffic road in this broken place to prevent the food and grass passage of the army from being cut off by those cunning Orientals, which will bring incalculable losses to the expeditionary force.

The barracks made of logs and the walls made of logs and those rubble. However, You Xianke has almost no hope for this kind of fortification, but he also doesn't care much about the advantages and disadvantages of the fortifications, because in such a powerful Russian expeditionary army In front of him, any enemy will only moan under the iron hoof.

For the understanding of the Orientals, in Yushenko's thinking, the East is the root of the yellow disaster. All the Orientals are on horseback, holding knives and bows and arrows, with strange charging in their mouths, but they are always the descendants of Mongolia who are scared by those artillery and muskets.

Now, in the West, the Mongols who used to ride on the heads of all European peoples, one khanate after another, have become vassals of Russia, and have even surrendered to Russia.

Such an enemy, this powerful expeditionary force can naturally be easily defeated, but now, there is a small problem, which makes Major Youshenko a little unhappy, because the food and fodder escort team that should have arrived at the station yesterday did not arrive on time as expected.

Today, Major Yushenko has been standing on the sentry tower for nearly two hours. It is almost noon, and there is still no trace of him.

"There should have been military food shipped yesterday, but now, I haven't even seen a figure. Have those lazy people in the Uginsk fortress forgotten the order of the marshal?" The annoyed Yushenko slapped the rough log fence angrily and tried to continue to look at the road ahead.

"Maybe it's a delay. Such a thing is common." Next to him, Russian infantry lieutenant Paliuka shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly. The lieutenant was sent by the Ujinsk Fortress to cooperate with Lieutenant Yushenko to guard the station. It seems that the laziness of the Oriental has affected this fool, and he actually takes such an important thing so disapprovingly.

Yushenko glanced at the lieutenant, turned his head and said to the Cossack guard standing behind him, "Go find Captain Rakimir, convey my order, ask him to take a team of cavalry to Uginsk Fortress, and ask our respected colonel when he can deliver the food and fodder. I hope he is just a momentary negligence, and it is not that he did not ignore the instructions of the marshal.

Soon, a hundred Cossack cavalry prepared their weapons and mounts, shouted loudly, urged the cavalry to leave the station, and ran along the simple road in the direction of Uginsk Fortress.

Watching the figures of the vigorous Cossack cavalry disappear out of sight, the corners of Yushenko's mouth slightly bent an arc, which was the most heroic cavalry in the world.

You Xianke returned to his room. He just bit open the cork of a bottle of spirits and was about to drink it, but he heard a shout from outside the door. Major, our cavalry is back!"

"Are you back? It seems that they should have met those idiots who transported food and fodder. You Xianke fiercely took a sip of strong wine and turned the cork out of the barracks. As soon as he walked outside the barracks, You Xianke could already see the figure of the Cossack cavalry galloping in the distance, but why did the Cossack warriors who should have looked happy and ambitious look so rushed? ......

(to be continued)