Victory is within reach! The Cossacks have already burst into cheers of victory in advance, and the cannon on the city head has not fired for three minutes. What does this mean?
This shows that the Qing army is completely out of ammunition. What is there to fear about the Qing army without cannons? Let the whole army press forward!
I don’t know where these Rakshasa ghosts hid their soldiers from. In the deserted villages and dilapidated military camps in the distance, or even on the backs of some mounds, deep in the forest, teams after teams of reserve teams came out like streams. They also swarmed into the ocean of the battlefield.
The three thousand Qing troops had completely turned into an isolated island in the ocean. Countless Cossacks surrounded them, and then the small team charged and demolished these Qing troops to pieces.
"Surrender! Surrender without killing... Surrender without killing..."
"Don't make meaningless sacrifices... You are all surrounded..."
No matter how tenacious Rongquan's soldiers fought, they had become a tired force after all, unable to resist under the absolute advantage. Without the support of artillery, these Qing troops were just some old and traditional armies from the Middle Ages!
The casualty rate has reached 30% and it has not yet retreated and surrendered. This is already an iron army, and at this moment the casualty rate has already exceeded 40%!
With a clang, there was finally someone who couldn't hold the knife. The Cossack kicked him off his horse and tied him up. He really kept his promise and didn't kill anyone!
"Surrender... surrender without killing..."
The isolated Qing army looked at the enemy troops coming in like a tide and cut off their connection with Yining City. The brother troops who came to support were blocked three miles away!
They launched wave after wave of charges to save these brothers who were trapped in the siege, but the Cossacks were too fierce and their individual combat capabilities were too strong. They failed to charge through four or five times in a row.
Moreover, the Cossack reinforcements were getting more and more, and the three-kilometer isolation zone actually became more and more powerful. Soon the distance between the two armies became four or five miles!
"That's it, that's it! Brothers, stop making fearless sacrifices... Surrender!"
Finally, an officer took the lead and dropped his weapons. The battle could no longer be fought. Groups of Qing troops could only drop their weapons and jumped off their horses unwillingly.
"Ula...Ula...Ula..."
Redbeard yelled excitedly. He didn't expect that he would make such a big contribution. How many prisoners were there? One thousand and five? One thousand eighty or two thousand?
Finally got over it, so many prisoners could be exchanged for how many cowhide tents, how much fuel, food and drink!
As long as supplies can be supplied and the Chinese are out of artillery shells, they will ultimately win this winter!
As long as the Yining area is taken back in the spring, the Tsar will never be stingy with rewards, at least his life will be saved!
At the top of Ningyuan City, people looked at the slowly falling military flag. Countless people cried and cursed, but there was nothing they could do. The cannon had fired the last shell. Even the gods were powerless at this moment!
Only the limp Rong Quan looked at the sky with a strange expression, muttering something in the corner of his mouth that he didn't know what he was talking about.
After the artillery shells were exhausted, the vanguard surrendered, and it was difficult for the Qing army to attack the Qing army with support from behind. The five thousand cavalry were fighting and retreating, but the Cossacks had a clear goal, which was to capture these two thousand prisoners. No pursuit!
The red-bearded brigade commander rode his horse and rushed to the front with an interpreter and shouted loudly, "Listen up to the Chinese people on the other side... If you want the lives of these people, then immediately prepare 50,000 cowhide, 10,000 tons of coal and firewood... "
"Otherwise, I will kill a hundred prisoners every day! Until I kill them all..."
"Fuck... Rakshasa ghost... your ancestor..." Sad and angry curses were heard everywhere on the city wall.
Red Beard laughed loudly and didn't care about the loser's scolding. "You heard clearly... what we want is supplies for the winter, and we will use your things to continue beating you!"
"Until we wipe out all of you! Now let's see if you are cruel... If you are willing to spare the lives of these two thousand prisoners, we won't care!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and fired a shot. A Qing soldier on the ground who was seriously injured and clutching his stomach was shot in the forehead and died tragically on the spot!
The enemy's brutality angered these Qing troops, but how should they fight at this moment? No one can do anything!
At this moment, the collapsed General Rongquan suddenly had a strange smile on his lips. He tried his best to lift his hand and point to something.
The military doctor behind him has seen this kind of disease. This is a typical symptom of an angry stroke. According to Western parlance, it is either acute cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction!
"General... you have been spoken to and are lying in my arms. You are the backbone of the army. You cannot be unconscious! As long as you can still think, we have nothing to fear..."
"Heaven...heaven...Tianshan..."
Rongquan shouted out these few short words with all his strength, and the soldiers around him subconsciously looked up and looked at the Tianshan Mountains in the distance!
ah! Everyone suddenly shouted in shock. At this moment, there was a strange black object flying over from the northeast quickly in the sky, and its height was constantly decreasing!
On the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1873, at 3:06 in the afternoon, at the end of the Yining War, Duoluo and Guan Lu commanded Emperor Tongzhi's airship and narrowly escaped death across the Tianshan Mountains, taking a total of five hours and 43 minutes!
All the soldiers on the airship became excited. Under their feet was a bloody and cruel battlefield. The smell of blood floated into the air as they stared at the wind!
This is the blood of comrades-in-arms, this is the smoke of battle in the Ili Valley!
"It's our turn too! It's better to arrive early than to arrive late... We'll keep the great credit!"
"Lower the altitude...Gatlin is ready...demolish the ***...let's blow it from the sky!"
"Revenge for the brothers!"
The battlefield was so chaotic just now. The shouts of killing covered up all the sounds. These Rakshasa ghosts didn't hear the weird propeller sound in the sky at all!
It wasn't until the Zeppelin was lowered to an altitude of 200 meters that the soldiers unconsciously raised their heads and discovered the sudden new force!
"What is in the sky...what is it...look..."
Thousands of Cossacks looked up to the sky, and their jaws dropped. More terrifying scenes were yet to come.
The heavy machine gunners on the airship climbed onto the iron shelves on both sides in groups of three, risking falling. Within a few seconds, the two Gatlings began spitting out tongues of fire.
The distance of two hundred meters was exactly within Gatlin's effective shooting range. Chug, chug, chug, chug... With a crisp copper sound, the high-speed bullets quickly plowed out two scars of flesh and blood in the tide of cavalry!
"There are Chinese people in the sky...Oh God...There are Chinese reinforcements in the sky..."
