No one expected that a six-year-old child's teeth would be so hard. It may have been acquired by chewing bones since he was a child. This bite directly hit Gogol's bones.
The child with eyes full of hatred refused to let go. Gogol screamed in pain, and blood flowed down his wrist, as if a small vampire was drinking his blood.
The surrounding guards grabbed the child's clothes and pulled them back, but they couldn't pull them away. Finally, the soldier stabbed the child directly in the back with a ruthless bayonet.
But what is shocking is that this child is obviously dead, with no breath in his mouth and nose, but his teeth are still locked, and the bite does not relax.
In the end, the soldiers had no choice but to cut open the boy's mandible with a dagger and remove the entire chin. Only then did they free Gogol's arm.
"It hurts, it hurts, call the medics! These heretics are madmen, kill them all! Kill them all!"
The wound on Gogol's wrist was like one bitten by a wild wolf. The flesh was turned up and down and bloody. He finally understood the strong character of these Mongolians. Even if there has been no war for a hundred years, things in the blood still cannot obliterate.
"Let's do it, sir. There is no need for these barbarians to stay. They don't recognize our rule of Tsarist Russia at all. Come and see"
The soldier led Gogol to a pile of trophies. All valuable goods were concentrated here, including gold and silver containers and handicrafts, women's jewelry, men's gem-encrusted scimitars and saddles, and of course the grassland. A currency rarely seen in the world.
"These are the silver ingots and copper coins cast by the Qing Dynasty. These are the dragon-patterned silver coins made by the Ryukyus. There are also banknotes from the Mexican Eagle Ocean. There are the Beipiao from the Qing Dynasty and the Nanqiao from the Yangtze River Basin."
"Only there are no rubles! Our Tsarist Russia's currency actually doesn't have a single coin. This shows that they have never recognized our right to rule!"
Gogol nodded, "You are right. No wonder many businessmen I know say that business is difficult to do on the grasslands. Except for the Heilongjiang area where you can make some money, other places are simply deserts. It turns out that the roots are here." , it turns out that people here have never accepted the Tsar’s rule.”
Gogol was right. There are two types of rule: nominal rule and effective rule. Although the border demarcation nine years ago allowed this land that originally belonged to the Qing Dynasty to be ceded, the treaty on paper cannot cut off the emotions of the people. Emotional connection.
Although there is a border line on the map that separates the tribes, the Eagle Ministry has still paid taxes to the Chechen Khan in the past nine years. The officials of the Chechen Khan can still walk freely on this land. Even if there are pasture disputes between tribes, people still like it. Go to Chengdante City to find officials to mediate disputes.
The most popular caravans on the grassland are the Han caravans, and only they know what the grassland herders need most and what the most reasonable price is.
It's not like they haven't seen the caravan of Rakshasa ghosts before, but what's the use of those glassware and silver tableware? Velvet clothes are so expensive, who can afford them? Including the foreign guns sold by Rakshasa Ghost, although they are quite attractive, there has been no war in the grassland for many years, and no one will waste money on such expensive foreign guns.
The power of habit is powerful. Although Tsarist Russia obtained legal ownership of this land, they did not penetrate it economically at all, let alone culture.
Gogol looked at the Qing coins all over the ground. He was angry and hurting, "It's hopeless. I'm afraid this land can only be killed before new grass can grow. Let's start!"
The flames were raging, and all the tents of the Eagle Tribe were set on fire. The captured herdsmen were chopped down in rows, and their heads rolled all over the ground like rubber balls.
"Buddha will punish you! The gate of hell has been opened for you. The killer will be killed. Your cause and effect is waiting for you behind. You will definitely fail in this expedition!"
The old lama's curse was ended by a bayonet. Three bayonets pierced his chest at the same time. The body leaned against the flagpole of the Eagle Department. At that moment, the old lama smiled, "I have seen your fate, and I can see it clearly." "Chu"
The Eagle Division was destroyed, and within half an hour the cavalry regiments arrived one after another. Fadeyev asked without even looking at the mess in the area, "How much was captured?"
"Report to the commander of the army, this damn tribe is too poor. There are only 20,000 cattle and sheep combined, and the fodder is only enough for the army to consume for three days. We have to continue to fight!"
"That's it?" Fumanov, the commander of the Second Division next to the legion commander, exclaimed, "If we continue to fight at this rate, when will we reach the Far East?"
Gogol smiled bitterly and said, "Not only is the harvest small, but in the past few days of fighting, we have not killed all tribes cleanly and thoroughly. There are always fish that slip through the net. As time goes by, subsequent tribes will definitely know about us." Here, if they flee to the south in advance, it will be difficult!"
"What can't be done? Where can these Mongolians go with their families? Chase them and kill them all!" Fumanov said disdainfully.
"Shut up!" Fadeyev glared at him. "The south is the border of the Qing Dynasty. What do you want to do? Are you chasing across the border? Do you want to provoke a war between us and the Qing Dynasty?"
"What's the big deal? They're just a bunch of weak sheep anyway," Furmanov retorted in a low voice.
"Fart! No matter how weak the Qing Dynasty is, it is still a huge empire with a population of hundreds of millions. Fighting against them will be a national war. What can our little 50,000 cavalry do? Don't forget, our first mission is to destroy the Far East. The Volunteer Army, instead of starting a war with the Qing Dynasty, are all straw in your mind?"
Furmanov was scolded and did not dare to reply. Gogol quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Actually, Furmanov is right. If we don't have enough supplies, our combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed. However, we must hurry up!"
"Fumanov! We must dare to reach the battlefield in the Far East before the Heilongjiang and Amur rivers thaw. Once the rivers thaw, how will we cross the rivers? Cutting wood?"
The meeting fell into silence for a while. Everyone knew that the army was in a dilemma at the moment. If they rushed for time, they would not get enough supplies. If they collected more food and grass, it would delay the time of crossing the river. From the distant Shilka River, All the way to the Amur River and then south to Vladivostok, this road is too difficult and too far.
Fumanov muttered, "Damn it, if you listen to me, just cross Heilongjiang and defeat the Qing defenders. Then the army will march straight into the Qing's post road and directly cut off the rebels' retreat. It's still useful." So confused”
"You!" Fadeyev opened his mouth angrily and wanted to curse, but at this moment, a sentry suddenly ran back from the distance and shouted loudly, "We have found one of our caravans! Take them quickly." See the legion commander!”
