The black land outside the Pass has never experienced serious development since ancient times. Especially after the Manchus settled in the Central Plains, the area outside the Pass was protected as their last private land. 『乐『文』小『说|【风\/黄\/ Updates quickly, please search //ia/u///】
Only a limited number of Han people are allowed to live here, and they must be enclosed in fixed villages. The other ethnic groups have continued their fishing and hunting life for thousands of years, and there is no way to upgrade the civilization of the Central Plains.
This land is primitive and vast, with a sparse road network, scattered farmland, and mostly deep forests and mountains. It seems that except for the Liaohe Plain, which has a few more flowers, the rest of the place is basically the same as it was three thousand years ago.
When fighting on such land, it is not the roads but the forests that restrict the march. Unlike the march on the Mongolian prairie, the cavalry team does not have many opportunities for large detours. They can only choose the method developed by humans over thousands of years. Advance along the ancient post road.
Both sides of the road are deep mountains and old forests. There are many ancient trees that are hundreds of years old. Riding horses in this kind of jungle is impossible to speed up. Moreover, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, making it easier to lose direction. Therefore, the Rakshasa Cavalry will never enter the dense forest unless it is absolutely necessary. .
Along the upper streams of the Suifen River and the Wusuli River, the post roads are narrow and steep. The more than ten kilometers of road leading to the Xiaotumen Mountain Ferry is even narrower. Only three war horses can walk abreast. The old man who was pulled like a snake was long.
"Where is the front? Where is our guide? Bring him up..." the leader of the vanguard shouted.
Two frightened mountain people were tied up on horseback and brought up. "Ahead is the border ferry, Xiaotumen Ferry... Opposite is your Rakshasa country... Don't kill me, don't kill us... "
He slapped him across the face and said, "Damn it, we are Tsarist Russia, not Rakshasa ghosts. Don't think I don't know the meaning of that term... How many soldiers are there at that ferry?"
"There are only more than twenty veterans guarding it. I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you... But I don't know how many volunteers there are on the other side of the river. I really don't know..."
The regiment leader waved his hand to take the guide down, "Send a company up to investigate, and then send messengers to inform the large forces in the rear that we have arrived at the border. If it is safe, we will open a safe crossing position for the large forces..."
A company of cavalry rumbled forward. More than a hundred cavalrymen quickly discovered a simple checkpoint in Xiaotumen Village. There were three broken wooden houses, and two stupid veterans in rags and rags stood outside.
The cavalry company circled three times, only to see two timid veterans kowtow and beg for mercy, and the entire checkpoint was actually empty.
"Company Commander, just as we thought, these courageous guys have all escaped... Let's go to the other side and take a look!"
The company commander jumped off his horse and walked to the kowtowing veteran. He called the translator and asked, "Where are the soldiers at the checkpoint? And where are the volunteers? Is there an ambush on the other side..."
"Fuck you..." The veteran lying on the snow suddenly jumped up without warning, and stabbed Captain Rakshasa in the chest with a sharp knife.
"Be careful..." The Tsarist Russian soldier who woke up next to him bumped the company commander away with his shoulder. As a result, the small shovel stabbed directly into his ribs, and blood seeped out immediately.
"Damn assassin! Kill him..." A group of cavalry rushed up on horseback, raised their bayonets and stabbed the veteran with their bayonets. The bayonets penetrated the body from the shoulders and back, and the veteran was dizzy from the severe pain.
"I've finally come to an end in my life... Fortunately... I won't regret my conscience until I die..." The veteran raised his head and roared into the sky. Only then did people discover that he was holding a wooden-handled grenade produced in Ryukyu. There was smoke coming out.
"There are explosives..." There was a loud bang, the war horses were knocked down by the blast of air, and several cavalrymen were blown to pieces.
At this time, another veteran turned around and rushed into the wooden house. Then there was the sound of a kerosene lamp being smashed, and fire and thick smoke came out instantly.
"Do it! If it's too late, it's too late..." The dying roar of the veteran came from the smoking window.
Thick smoke and fire were signals. In less than three minutes, more than a dozen fire points suddenly appeared in the upwind of the forest on both sides of the post road. The fire took advantage of the wind and the thick smoke instantly covered the entire cavalry team.
Today is in the northwest, and the fire started from the northwest of the post road. The thick smoke soon choked the Rakshasa cavalry and coughed violently, "Cough cough... there is an ambush, there is an ambush here... cough cough cough..."
In the forest, more than ten loads of vegetable oil have been poured on shrubs and big trees. There are still many wooden traps temporarily cut down by mountain people for the winter. Sprinkling vegetable oil on them is the best fuel.
More than a dozen figures were running wildly in the woods holding torches. They knew that the fire would be difficult to burn those Rakshasa ghosts, and the fire could not spread as fast as the war horses.
The flames cannot catch up with the enemy, but the thick smoke can drive them away. Once the wood with residual snow moisture burns, it will emit thick smoke. Even if it cannot kill these Rakshasa ghosts, it will smoke them to death.
"Quickly pass through the post road...send the rangers to explore south and bypass this ferry..." Before the commander could finish shouting, gunfire suddenly rang out in the dense forest on the south side of the post road, and the cavalry on the road were immediately knocked down. one slice.
"Shoot...keep shooting...give me the duck..." In the woods on the south side, there are always traces of horses running, and the Fuso warrior's unique charging command is unforgettable.
"The Volunteer Army's ambush... The third company and the fourth company entered the forest to counterattack, and the remaining teams quickly attacked the ferry... We gathered on the other side of the river!"
The vanguard cavalry began to move, and the Rakshasa cavalry's special Berdan rifles began to fire back. The sound of bullets whizzing and the popping sound of hitting the tree trunks could be heard in the woods.
"Inoyama... retreat quickly... the enemy has been lured in, ready to capture alive..." Yujiro Maeda roared deep in the dense forest. They knew that the Russian army was definitely not equipped with a Japanese translator, so they directly spoke in plain language. You don’t have to worry about the other party knowing what you mean when you shout.
"Wait for me for a while, I will kill again...throw a grenade and blow them up..." Zhu Shanchiu was on the rise of killing, and she didn't want to retreat so easily.
However, the Kirigakure kid's retreat bugle sounded soon. Inoyama Chou did not dare to disobey the elder sister's order. He raised his hand and shot down an enemy. "Let's go, retreat!"
Fighting in the jungle does not mean that there are more people to take advantage of. Anyone who is familiar with the terrain will laugh. In the end, the chasing Rakshasa ghost saw a big tree and a river in front of him. The war horses couldn't run fast at all, and they always had to push. Turn the horse's head to avoid obstacles.
The fuso warriors who were fleeing in front turned around and made a small counterattack, but ran away like mosquitoes after one bite. It was really annoying.
"Coward! Damn coward! If you have the ability to fight us... Oh my god! What is this..." As they screamed, four or five horses kicked off their front legs and fell to the ground.
"There's a tripping rope...be careful, everyone!"
