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(The information I checked showed that you can go directly to Yakutsk by walking on the Jingqili River. Lao Wang was misled by this information. In the previous chapter, a book friend mentioned the problem of going with and against the current. Lao Wang looked at the map carefully and found that he still had to walk for a while. land.

This route was not explored by Khabarov. It was another Cossack leader who starved to death more than 40 people and ate more than 50 others, and he fought hard to explore the route.

Therefore, the previous chapter was revised. The Datong Army sent 500 troops and the warships only sailed to the upper reaches of the tributaries of the Jingqili River. Then they took the Cossack boat and the Daur boat and walked a short distance to sail on another river. We only brought a dozen or so artillery pieces because the land route required climbing over mountains, so it was impossible to bring more artillery pieces. )

Just when Franzbekov was preparing for a bloody battle, a Cossack leader suddenly fled with his men.

"Come back quickly, winter is coming, and you will die if you escape!"

Franzbekov shouted anxiously.

The Cossack leader turned a deaf ear and even ran faster, taking more Cossacks away with him.

Franzbekov finally ran after him, shouting as he ran: "Flee to the south and fight in the forest!"

There are also forests in the tundra zone.

Zhang Tingxun followed the troops and chased southward, passing through a piece of reclaimed farmland. The ground in front was covered with moss, and it kept slipping as he ran.

The Datong army outflanking from the west had scattered the hunters who had escaped from Siberia, and attacked the Cossacks who were trying to rush into the forest from the side.

Franzbekov could only escape to the southeast and entered the forest almost at the same time as the Datong army chasing from the side.

The Cossack leader, who had escaped the fastest, suddenly came back with his men. They probably also want to understand that if they don't take away the supplies in the castle, they will starve to death even if they successfully escape.

All the Siberian hunters ran away, and there were not many Cossacks left, only about 80 people.

"boom!"

Franzbekov fired, then retreated deeper into the forest, looking for an opportunity to reload.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the Datong officers all hid behind tree trunks, and moved forward in groups of five to cover each other.

There were fallen leaves under Zhang Tingxun's feet, and there was moss under the fallen leaves. He felt like he was stepping on a soft carpet.

"Run away, let's go around to the east and outflank them!" Peng Chunlin said.

Several teams of five people lowered their bodies and ran faster. Zhang Tingxun felt that his heart was beating wildly.

These Cossacks, after entering the forest, seemed to really not want to escape anymore, and they retreated while shooting. Their idea was simple: lure the Datong Army into the woods, and then continue to launch cold-blooded guerrilla attacks.

Only in this way can we have a chance to defeat the Datong Army and then return to the castle to get our own supplies.

Zhang Tingxun ran for a while and heard gunshots appearing in the west. This proved that they had successfully outflanked them, so he gradually moved towards the west.

The light in the forest is very dark, just like evening.

Franzbekov hurriedly reloaded the ammunition. Seeing that the match rope was about to burn out, he quickly took out another match rope, continued the burning and replaced it. Then, he aimed at a shadow that he felt in front of him and shot... He missed, it was too far away, as if he was playing a lottery ticket.

The Cossacks' gunfire was chaotic and disorderly. After loading their ammunition, they looked for opportunities to fire.

On the Datong Army side, a team of five people ensures that at least two people have their bullets loaded at any time. The division of labor is also very clear. Some people explore the road, while others cover it. They alternate between shooting and advancing. This is a deformed version of the Little Yuanyang Formation.

"Bang bang!"

Franzbekov fired one shot and was immediately met with two bullets in return.

The Datong soldier who was almost hit by him quickly fell to the ground and rolled over, then quickly ran towards a nearby tree.

In this five-person team, one person changed positions and hid, two people shot, and the remaining two people took the opportunity to rush forward and each hid behind the big tree in front.

Franzbekov was also very lucky, and neither bullet hit him. This guy ran away from his waist, trying to get further away, then reloaded his gun and fired.

"There were gunshots ahead. He should be hiding behind a tree."

"I'll fire the gun first, you guys watch."

Zhang Tingxun's five-person team has already discussed the division of labor.

A "bang" shot was fired, immediately frightening the Cossacks in front, leaving their hiding place and running back.

Alarming the enemy has already worked.

"Bang, bang!"

Two Datong soldiers discovered the enemy and immediately raised their guns to shoot.

Although they all missed, Zhang Tingxun and another comrade-in-arms took the opportunity to catch up.

As he ran closer, Zhang Tingxun squatted and raised his gun, aiming at the enemy and firing.

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Tingxun cursed, at such a close distance, he would not miss the target in the military academy, but who would have thought that he would miss the target on the battlefield.

It's actually very simple, the difference between a dead target and a moving target.

These gunshots had already alerted another Cossack, who shot at Zhang Tingxun, who was nearest.

After Zhang Tingxun missed the shot, he rolled on the ground and quickly climbed to a nearby tree. Then he paid no attention to anything and concentrated on loading his ammunition.

The first three people to fire their guns rushed forward with bayonets in hand. They were already sure that there were only two Cossacks here, and they had all fired before and had no time to reload.

When Zhang Tingxun finished loading the ammunition, one of his teammates had already killed one with a bayonet, and the other Cossack was running away.

"Stop chasing, there are still enemies over there!"

Zhang Tingxun looked to the side and saw a faint red dot. It was a slowly burning match rope, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim forest.

This is a double crushing of equipment and tactics.

The Datong Army always maintained a team of five people, with a very clear division of labor, and also used flintlock guns. As for the Cossacks, they were almost all fighting on their own, with little cooperation between them, and were still using easily exposed matchlock guns.

Zhang Tingxun moved forward from his waist, when suddenly a cold arrow shot out and pierced the cotton armor on his chest.

"There are still enemies!"

Zhang Tingxun roared and did not stop. Instead, he accelerated and ran in the direction of the arrow.

It was a Cossack who didn't even have a matchlock. He shot Zhang Tingxun with an arrow. Before he could be happy, his "prey" rushed towards him without any trouble. This guy ran for his life in a panic, completely exposing his traces.

Zhang Tingxun took an arrow and was shocked and angry, chasing after him with his teammates.

Before they could catch up, another five-man team had already flanked the front and knocked down the fleeing Cossacks with one shot.

Zhang Tingxun was very depressed. He was proud of his martial arts skills, but after entering the forest, he did not kill any enemies. Instead, the enemy shot an arrow in his chest.

There was no time to complain, so Zhang Tingxun raced against time to reload his ammunition.

Franzbekov is really depressed. He often leads Cossacks and Siberian hunters to bully the natives in the vast frozen forest. Cold shots and cold arrows are invincible. Ten Cossacks can defeat hundreds of natives.

But now facing the Datong Army, there is no advantage at all.

He couldn't even figure out why the Datong Army's firecrackers could shoot without a match rope. Without the burning red dot of the match rope, hiding in the woods would be too advantageous.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunfire suddenly came from the south, and Franzbekov was completely desperate. They had been surrounded by the Datong army.

Franzbekov stopped firing and even put out the match to avoid exposing himself. He crawled and moved forward quietly, trying to escape from the encirclement. As for whether he would starve to death in the winter or freeze to death, he would wait until he escaped the immediate disaster.

Each five-man team of the Datong Army slowly narrowed the encirclement through nearby gunfire, and gradually compressed the enemy's activity space.

Zhang Tingxun continued to advance for more than two hundred meters and eliminated another enemy midway.

However, it was still not him who killed him.

Franzbekov stopped moving, lay on the ground and rubbed into the fallen leaves, trying to hide his body in the pile of leaves. Not only can there be no grass here, there are even very few shrubs. There are only moss and soil under the leaf litter, and there is almost no hiding place except big trees.

Zhang Tingxun's teammates walked slowly to his side and pointed to a pile of raised fallen leaves in front of him.

Zhang Tingxun understood immediately and continued walking as if he didn't see anything.

Franzbekov's head was buried in the fallen leaves. When he heard footsteps nearby, he was so frightened that he held his breath and did not dare to move.

Fortunately, footsteps passed from both sides and he seemed not to be found.

As the teammates moved forward, they pointed at the pile of fallen leaves.

Zhang Tingxun threw away the musket and saved it at the same time as his teammates, holding Franzbekov down one on the left and the other on the right.

Caught alive.

"Pooh!"

Franzbekov sprayed the dead leaves beside his mouth and muttered: "I surrender, I surrender!"

Zhang Tingxun saw the man's clothes clearly and said in surprise: "This is a Rakshasa official. The hat is made of sable fur. With its appearance, it could be sold for a thousand taels of silver in Nanjing. And these boots are also good. It's made of leather, so you can't get away with two or three hundred taels of silver in Nanjing. And this robe, luckily I didn't use a knife or a gun. If it was damaged somewhere, the one hundred taels of silver would be gone."

"So valuable?" His teammates' eyes widened.

Everyone in the team was happy, and the Datong Army did not cut off heads to discuss military achievements. For a five-person team like this, the battle achievements belong to the collective. Only for particularly significant contributions will an additional award be given to someone after the collective credit is recorded.

The next battle has nothing to do with Zhang Tingxun.

The enemies that could be wiped out have been wiped out by friendly forces. It is impossible to estimate how many people escaped, but most of them would freeze to death and starve to death.

The enemy's corpses were dragged out of the forest to be counted, and the bugle sounded to gather troops to prevent any soldiers from getting lost in the forest.

The final count showed that 68 Cossacks were killed and 3 were captured alive. The Siberian hunter who was the first to escape had 102 people killed and a full 35 captured alive.

"Kill all the prisoners," Wang Fuchen pointed at Franzbekov, "this man will stay first."

Although Franzbekov didn't understand, he was so frightened that he screamed when he saw the prisoners being led to the river and falling one after another with bayonets.

When Khabarov heard that the military and political chief had been captured alive, he dug out the piece of silk gifted by the emperor, wore it outside his cotton coat and swaggered over: "Master Steward, we meet again."

"Khabarov?"

Franzbekov was happy at first, then horrified. He had a big feud with Khabarov. It was he who occupied Khabarov's farm and forced Khabarov away.

Khabarov stretched his legs and raised his hand: "Did you see it? This is a reward from the Khitan Emperor. I have also been to the Khitan capital. The city walls are towering and there are more than one million residents in the city. They are everywhere. Exquisite porcelain, and the price is very cheap. There are also all kinds of fine wines. People there drink and sleep every day..."

Wang Fuchen felt something was wrong and asked, "Are you asking a question?"

"General Wang, I am trying to gain military intelligence." Khabarov replied humbly.

"Hurry up and don't waste time." Wang Fuchen warned.

Khabarov immediately sternly rebuked: "You damn guy, tell me the recent situation quickly. Have the Cossacks built any new castles? They say they want to build a city by the sea. Have they gone there to build it?"

Franzbekov replied: "No, the farthest is here. Mr. Khabarov, can you say a few words? If I can survive, I will definitely repay your kindness."

Khabarov said angrily: "Don't you envy me when you see me wearing such expensive silk clothes? Even the nobles of the Moscow palace may not be able to afford them!"

Franzbekov said quickly: "Great Master Khabarov, you are more noble than the great nobles in Moscow when you put on this silk clothes. I have never met His Majesty the Tsar, but I know that even the Tsar will not He will be more noble than you."

"You occupied my farm and forced me out of here. Do you regret it now?" Khabarov asked.

Franzbekov crawled forward on his knees: "I regret it very much, Mr. Khabarov, please allow me to kiss your boots."

Khabarov stood there and really let the other party kiss his boots, as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life in an instant.

He enjoyed it for a while, then bowed and said to Wang Fuchen: "General Wang, the Cossack bandits did not build a new castle here."

Wang Fuchen nodded and said, "Okay, drag him down and kill him, and I'll let you do it yourself."

All of Franzbekov's furs were stripped off. Not only him, but also the cotton and leather coats of other Cossacks were stripped off and used as daily necessities.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Franzbekov, who had been stripped of his clothes, realized his fate and struggled and screamed crazily.

Khabarov pulled out his sword and stabbed it in hard, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.

Wang Fuchen ordered: "Leave fifty people to garrison here and send their wives next year. Sign up voluntarily and your military salary will be doubled!"