Three years later, on the old site of Ravka, the Northern Navy erected a monument here - the "Anti-Russian Monument".
The material of the stele is granite from the Waixing'an Mountains. Although it is not as white as jade, the tall stele body has a light yellow color that makes everyone who passes by here, whether they are Han Chinese or border residents, stop or put down their oars. , bowed deeply to the stone tablet as a sign of condolence.
On the back of the stone tablet are engraved those who died in the battle three years ago, regardless of their nationality. And the first one on the list was actually a Qing army general - the Manchu Jingqinbao.
The Beihai Navy used this method to show the border people of all ethnic groups in the outer northeast that no matter who they were, even if they were Manchus, as long as they were warriors who resisted foreign aggression, they should be remembered.
For the border residents living in the Heilong River Basin, the people engraved on the stone tablets have become gods. Like the two Yongning Temple stone tablets erected on Temple Street, they will guard the east and west gates of Heilongjiang and bless them. for all the people on this land.
...
Time goes back to that morning three years ago, on the river outside Ravkai City.
When the Tsarist Russian fleet was getting closer and closer to the Yaksa warship, Jingqinbao stood on the bow of the ship, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted in Mongolian: "Stop! This is the territory of the Qing Dynasty, you guys." Anyone who crosses the border without permission should be sent back!"
No matter how powerful the Yaksa warship is, it was only more than a hundred years ago; now facing hundreds of extremely vicious Rakshasa warships, this Yaksa warship on the river is not the Zhao Yun of Changbanpo... .
"boom!"
The answer to Jingqinbao was the artillery on the bow of the Rakshasa people's ship. For the Tsarist Russian fleet, since they have invaded, there is no need to talk nonsense. Let’s burn and kill them all along the way as planned!
A cannon was fired, and a tall water column splashed from the right rear of the Yaksa warship. After only waiting a few seconds, the cannons on the four bows began to fire one after another.
"Boom! Boom!..."
"Sir, be careful!"
As a shell hit the deck of the ship, a Goshiha hurriedly threw himself in front of Jingqinbao to cover him. The wood chips flying on the deck were like sharp blades. The Goshiha suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning and fell to the ground. Qin Bao's body.
"Blast the drum!" Jingqin Bao's eyes were splitting. He didn't expect the Rakshasa people to be so unfaithful. He angrily drew out his sword and shouted to the panicked men on the deck: "Fire! Fight the Rakshasa back." !”
In this era, the Eight Banners troops outside the pass are still bloody and brave, and the vicious Rakshasa bandits on the opposite side are just a group of uncivilized barbarians in their eyes.
A group of barbarians dared to invade the Celestial Empire and initiate border provocations? It's against you!
The shotgunners on the deck squatted on the side of the ship, aimed at the nearest Russian warship, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The two French engines on the bow of the Yaksa warship spurted out fury, and puffs of white smoke rose from the deck. Fifty Han army shotgun soldiers were divided into five teams and fired at the invading enemies in turn. In between musket shots, long arrows with red feathers were shot towards the opponent as a cover.
"That's it?" Seeing the arrows falling into the water, Bogaevsky, the commander of the 1st Transbaikal Musket Regiment, burst into laughter. "Order the artillery of the ships of the first regiment to sink the Tatar warship!"
On the deck of a Tsarist Russian warship, a loader was heating solid bullets with an iron furnace. As the sailor next to him kept blowing air with a leather bag, the solid iron balls gradually changed from iron blue to dark red, waiting for the cannon on the bow of the ship to fire. After two rounds, the iron ball had turned red.
The gunner operating the artillery saw that the incendiary bomb was ready. After placing the propellant package, he put in a wooden partition. The loader used pliers to carefully lift the red iron ball and stuff it into the muzzle.
At this time, the gunner in charge of aiming fine-tuned the gun body again, and then used a fire fork to ignite the propellant pack.
"boom!"
The red iron ball flew more than a hundred meters and rushed directly into the lower cabin of the Yaksa warship. At this time, all the officers, soldiers and sailors on the deck were busy shooting at the Rakshasa people, and no one noticed anything strange in the lower cabin.
Gradually, as more and more incendiary bombs hit the Yaksa warship, the fire finally broke out from the lower cabin. Smoke and dust billowed on the deck, and the Qing troops choked and coughed one after another.
"Quick! You guys go down and put out the fire!" A leader finished shooting the long arrow in his hand and turned to order a few sailors.
After a while, the sailor was heard shouting desperately: "Sir! The fire is too big! We can't get down!"
After hearing this, Na Zuoling hurriedly ran to Jingqinbao and shouted: "Sir, the ship is sinking, let's evacuate to the shore!"
"Damn it! If you want to leave, you go, I will fight with the Rakshasa people!" Jingqinbao felt that this battle was extremely frustrating. The Rakshasa people's firepower was too fierce, and he only had a few dozen shotgun soldiers on his side. In just one cup of tea, most of them were already dead or injured.
Nazuo Ling advised: "Sir, we can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood. Let's go ashore to Yakesa Army City to fight again. The Rakshasa people will definitely attack Yakesa! Sir!"
"Okay!" Jingqinbao sighed and shouted to everyone on the deck: "Jump off the ship! Swim back to the shore and enter the city!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, there was another cannon shot from the opposite side, and hundreds of shotguns rushed towards the deck of the Yaksa warship. Jingqinbao was immediately beaten into a sieve, blood spurted all over his body, and he died immediately.
Zuo Ling was so frightened that he shouted "Jump off the ship" and immediately jumped into the water with the survivors. At this time, there was a sound of musketry on the Tsarist Russian warship. Under the orders of the commander, the Cossack soldiers kept shooting at the Qing soldiers who jumped into the cold river water, sinking them in the water.
At noon, the 1st Transbaikal Musketeers were ordered to land. They took the cannons unloaded from the ship and began to bombard the walled city of Ravkai.
This is the land where the Daur people have lived for generations. Their ancestors resisted the invasion of the Rakshasa people more than a hundred years ago. Facing the fierce artillery fire from the Tsarist Russians, the local Gesanda ordered most of the tribesmen to retreat to Yaksa City; at the same time, he asked his men to take a fast boat to Aihui City to report the news, hoping that the heavenly soldiers of Bogdahan would come to deal with this hateful group. of the devil.
In just one hour, the city of Ravkai surrounded by logs declared its fall, and all the dozen or so Daur people who remained in the city to resist were killed.
Facing a dozen 12-pound cannons and hundreds of flintlock muskets, just three hours later, the city of Yaksa fell into the hands of Rakshasa again after a hundred years. Except for a few border residents who escaped, more than 200 Daur people led by the local Gesanda were slaughtered by the Cossacks who rushed into the city of Yaksa...
Zamusu is a well-known old fisherman in Yakesa City. Many people say that he knows Heilongjiang better than his own son. He knew exactly where there were shoals, where there were sandbars, and where the water was deep and shallow on the river from Yakesa to Aihun City.
Zamusu and his family lived in a small village ten miles downstream from the city of Yaksa. During the day, he also participated in the battle to defend Yaksa, and finally escaped home by luck.
Run again? Where can I escape? His ancestral home is here!
Although he is just a fisherman, he has never liked the Rakshasa across the Ergun River. In the 22nd and 24th years of Kangxi's reign, his great-grandfather participated in the Battle of Yaksa twice, and eventually died of his injuries and fell under the city of Yaksa.
After dark, it started to rain lightly outside the house. Zamusu and his family sat under the oil lamp and felt unhappy. Rakshasa is here, when will Bogda Khan’s heavenly soldiers arrive?
The family was preparing to turn on the lights and go to sleep. Two hounds crouched by the door suddenly sat up straight and raised their pointed ears.
Outside the door, there was a chaotic sound amidst the soft rain, like the impact of iron tools, and the chaotic sound of hooves like a herd of pigs entering the village.
The two dogs pushed open the door with their paws and swooped out.
His son Obuku asked doubtfully: "Is it a wild boar?"
"No," Zamusu said, pushing aside the leather mattress on the kang, "Someone is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two dogs started barking louder and louder in the yard. The sound was very special. Only when they accidentally encountered the most ferocious beasts while hunting in the mountains would they alert their owners like this.
The sound of heavy footsteps splashing muddy water became clearer and louder, and an unintelligible language also sounded outside the yard. Is that Feyaka? The nasal sound is not that strong; is it Ewenki? The ending is longer than this...
Just when Zhamusu picked up his ebony bow and his son also picked up a tiger spear, the door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and a familiar face walked in first.
"Aisin? Why is it you?"
The visitor's name is Aisin, a Sauron man whom Zamusu met in Ravkai City last year. At that time, Ai Xin heard that Zamusu was very familiar with the Heilongjiang River, and he warmly invited him and his son to have a drink, and the two became familiar with each other.
But when Zamusu saw the people behind Aisin, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Red hair, high nose, blue eyes... this is a Rakshasa! How could Essin be with these people?
Essin looked at ease. He was not even wearing a weapon. He was wearing a black cloak with an eagle embroidered on the edge. Because it was unbuttoned, the small medal on the clothes underneath was exposed. He looked at the vigilant Zamusu family and suddenly smiled.
He bowed to greet Zamusu and said very friendly, "Hello, my friend. Please forgive me, I have to disturb you because of the last resort."
Zamusu looked at the shining little sign hanging on Esin's chest, and then looked at the Cossack behind him with a saber in one hand and a musket on his shoulder. He suddenly felt wary, so he said coldly: "Friend? Do you have any?" A friend who breaks into someone’s house with a knife?”
Esin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Brother Zamusu, the matter happened in a hurry, and I was also ordered to come."
"Under orders? Whose orders are you under?" Zamusu said coldly, "These people who come with you are all Rakshasa, right?"
"Rakshasa?" At this time, a red-haired man behind Essin was obviously the first to hear about it.
Ai Xin quickly whispered to the man, "This old guy is swearing! Rakshasa, in the eyes of the Qing people, is a cruel devil who kills without blinking an eye."
Zamusu said: "Aisin, who are you? What nonsense were you talking to Rakshasa just now?"
The Rakshasa laughed, reached out and wiped his upward curling mustache, and said: "Rakshasa? Devil or Satan? Haha, it doesn't matter. God's devils are also His saints, and God sends devils to the world. Punish those guilty people, there are good devils too, hahahaha..."
After he finished laughing, he stretched out a hand to Zamusu and said: "Old man, let's get to know each other. I am your friend, Petrovich, cavalry captain of the 1st Transbaikal Fusiliary Regiment."
Then, he pointed at Essin and said: "This is the second lieutenant staff officer of our Buryat Infantry Regiment, Essin."
After listening to Essin's translation, Zamusu looked at Essin coldly and said, "So you are from Buryatia."
Essien smiled: "We, including Captain Petrovich, are all friends and neighbors."
Zamusu was not interested at all in the official title and name that Petrovich read out. He put down the ebony bow in his hand, pulled out the copper tobacco pouch from his belt, and said casually while digging out the smoke oil with the wood wire, "Well, whoever is your neighbor will be in trouble for eight lifetimes! I, Ungumafa (great-grandfather), followed Bogda Khan and beat you out of Yaksa twice. His blood is on the boundary stone! Who is it? Did you invite you here? Who was setting off guns and cannons on the river during the day?"
Listening to Amma's seemingly careless words, Obuku held the tiger spear in his hand tightly and stared at the Cossack soldiers holding sabers.
Seeing that the old man was about to smoke, Petrovich quickly reached out to Essin. Aisin reluctantly took out his tobacco bag, still thinking about taking out a handful of tobacco. Petrovich snatched the tobacco pouch and respectfully held it in front of Zamusu's eyes.
"This is fine Turkish tobacco, try this."
Zhamusu didn't even look at it. He took out the local cigarette from his waist, twisted the tobacco, and said: "I'm afraid of choking my lungs from Rakshasa's cigarette." His wife beside him helped light the tinder, and the old man It started to smoke in a delicious way.
When several Cossacks saw this ignorant old man acting like this, their expressions suddenly changed and they wanted to go over and teach him a lesson. But at this moment, on the shed strips made of poplar poles above the head, there was a sudden sound of ropes. So the Cossacks put away their sabers and raised their rifles on their shoulders.
Zamusu's son, Obuku, stared at the roof. The tiger spear in his hand suddenly stabbed at the roof of the shed, startling several people present. When everyone took a closer look at the connection between the roof and the corner of the pillar, they saw that the tip of the tiger-thorn spear had penetrated a mountain beetle and was firmly stuck in the corner of the pillar, causing blood to flow out.
"Are you scared? Mountain raccoons always come to steal things in the middle of the night. Hunters can't be polite to them!"
Eshin pretended not to understand and said to Zamusu: "My friend, we Buryats, like you Daur people, enshrine friendship and peace in our hearts as the most sacred will. God and Your God must be a brother in heaven, just like you and I are brothers. In order to prevent this sacred will from being violated, I believe that kind friends will use their warm-heartedness to help us..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Zamusu, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Ai Xin said: "My friend, no one is more familiar with the waterway from Yakesa to Aihun than you. There are too many rivers and sandbanks in this area, and it is easy to get lost in the dark..."
At this time, Petrovich took out a handful of gold rubles from his pocket, which glowed golden and attractive in the dim light. He jingled it in his hands.
"Old man, send us to the deep water channel, and I will make you rich!"
Obuku knew that the situation was not good. These people had gold in one hand and sabers in the other. If they didn't go, they might fall out soon. So he grabbed the tiger stabbing spear and said to Essin: "My Ama is old, I'm here to lead you."
Petrovich was overjoyed after hearing the translation. He was about to express his position when Zamusu suddenly said: "No, I'll go."
Zamusu banged the pipe pot and said to Ai Xin: "I have spent my whole life in Heilongjiang. I know which water is deep and shallow, which is fresh and salty. One hundred and sixty islands, I have them all in my heart. Obuku is still young, he is not good enough. If we lead the way, you will be trapped in the drifting castle!"
In the second half of the night, the drizzle gradually stopped, the dark clouds dissipated, the moon set and the stars disappeared, and Heilongjiang entered the darkest time before dawn.
The advance fleet of the 1st Transbaikal Fusiliers was moving forward according to Zamusu's instructions. Except for the sound of the bow cutting the waves, there was silence everywhere.
Ai Xin, who was standing on the deck, suddenly became suspicious. He walked up to Zamusu, turned on his lantern, illuminated the other person's stern expression, and asked: "Zhamusu, didn't you say that the next village is at most ten miles away?" Is it a long way? How come you haven’t arrived yet after walking for so long? Old friend, if you play tricks with us, it will not end well for you!”
Zhamusu held his pipe in his mouth and said calmly: "Don't worry, I can do things worthy of my friends."
Petrovich added: "Then why is there no fire?"
Zamusu said: "It's already midnight, who is still lighting a lamp and boiling oil? They have already gone to bed."
The two of them heard that what he said made sense and didn't mind. Just as Petrovich was about to return to the cabin, Zamusu suddenly pointed forward and said, "Did you see it? We're here."
Petrovich and Essien looked up and saw a green light like phosphorescent fire not far ahead. The two of them were impatient and did not identify each other properly. Petrovich waved his hand and issued an order: "The village on the right front of the target, notify all ships to move forward at full speed!"
Suddenly, the hull of the sailboat made a loud "dong" sound, and the bow of the entire ship first tilted high, and then tilted to the side. Behind them, several sailboats also made loud noises one after another, panicking, making noise, and falling over, and it suddenly became a mess.
The Russian fleet ran aground!
After waking up, Petrovich got up and tried to look for Zamusu again, but he had already disappeared.
It was dark, and the shoals were covered with clusters of dry reeds.
Petrovich, who was so angry that he felt that Zamusu would not escape far away, must be hiding in the reeds near the wooden boat. So he ordered the Cossacks on the boat: "Shoot at the surrounding water and reeds!"
After a deafening volley of gunfire, choking clouds of smoke arose on the deck.
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