Tsarist Russia sent people over to negotiate for surrender, but whether it was Mislang or Monk Zhou, these two people could neither speak Russian nor Mongolian.
Besides, the real master is not here either.
Monk Zhou, who was sweating profusely from running, took off his helmet and scratched his itchy scalp that was stung by sweat. At this moment, he saw the Rakshasa officer opposite was stunned for a moment, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What? Yes? What are you looking at?"
Of course the next sentence that triggered the fight would not appear in this time and space...
The Tsarist Russian officer could not understand Chinese. He looked at Monk Zhou's shiny bald head with some confusion, thinking that this man might be losing his hair. Since other Northern Navy soldiers around him were wearing steel helmets, the Tsarist Russian officer didn't think much about it.
"On the order of the acting commander of the Lieutenant Colonel, Baron Ilya Andreevich Rostov, I negotiate with your army about the surrender. During this period, I hope that your army will not launch any more offensive operations."
Listening to the other party talking nonsense in Russian, Monk Zhou collapsed a little. He widened his eyes and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"
The two Russian officers saw that Monk Zhou was confused, so they repeated it in Mongolian. This time, Monk Zhou was even more confused! He could only ask Zhao Xin for help.
On the other side, the battalion commander Mishi Lang on the Karen Mountain position was also confused. Although this former farmer who was born in the island country of Mutsu can speak Mandarin very well now, how can he speak Russian! The soldiers under his command were either Henan soldiers or naturalized Mutsu farmers.
However, Alexandrov was well prepared, and the two officers he sent included Lieutenant Essin of the General Staff. This Buryat actually escaped the artillery fire of the Northern Navy and was not killed; and because this guy had been engaged in intelligence spying on the Qing Dynasty before and could speak Manchu and Mongolian, he was sent over.
Aisin saw that the other party could not understand Russian, so he explained his purpose in Manchu. In order to facilitate communication with the Hezhe hunters led by Saharian these days, Mishilang learned a few words in Manchu. He heard that there were words he was familiar with in Essin's words, so he quickly asked someone to call Saharian over.
When Saharian came over to translate, Mislang finally understood. He asked the two Tsarist Russian officers to wait, returned to his command position, and reported to Zhao Xin using the walkie-talkie.
Zhao Xin already knew the situation on Monk Zhou's side. Now that Mi Shilang had sent another message, he understood that the Russian army could not fight anymore. The problem is that he only has a few hundred people under his command. If he really takes in thousands of Russian prisoners, if Tsarist Russia sees a flaw, it will be in big trouble. Don't forget, there is a group of Qing troops in Heilongjiang City behind you!
"These bastards really know how to choose the right time! It's almost dark now. Surrender? Why the hell are you doing this so early!"
He thought again and again, and then issued orders to the troops in three directions.
The first was Monk Zhou. He first ordered Monk Zhou and the others to build fortifications on the spot and monitor the actions of the Russian army. Then he called the guard squad soldier Ukanbei to give instructions and asked him to work as an interpreter for Monk Zhou.
Then there is the Karen Mountain side. He asked Michelang to inform the Russian envoy to discuss anything after dawn. However, since they want to surrender, they must all put down their weapons and pile them up at the designated location. Everyone must evacuate to the east bank of the river, otherwise they will be hit by more intense artillery fire.
Half an hour later, when the Russian commander Major General Alexandrov heard Essin's reply, he showed a disapproving look. The reason why he chose this time to surrender was to delay time and organize his troops to break out at night.
Unexpectedly, he was only proud for a few minutes, and the artillery fire of the Northern Navy began again. Facing the overwhelming and violent attack, the frightened Alexandrov could not have imagined that the "Qing Army's" artillery could fire so accurately in the dark.
Although Colonel Bogaevsky, who was avoiding artillery fire, had his ears buzzing from the explosion, he seemed to hear the familiar buzzing sound above his head...
After fifteen minutes of shelling, the ground where the Russian army assembled was once again littered with broken limbs, and cries from the sky and the earth could be heard one after another. The light and shadow shrouded in the night kept swaying and trembling, and immediately after the bombardment, streaks of red light rushed towards the fleeing Cossacks from halfway up the mountain to the north and from the edge of the woods to the southwest.
"Your Majesty Commander, if we let the Qing people continue to fight like this, we won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
Listening to the intensive and orderly gunfire around him, Major General Alexandrov was in agony. He keenly felt that the "Qing" army had seen through his intentions, so he said to Lieutenant Aisin who was standing aside: "Go, tell the Qing people that we surrendered and told them to stop fighting!"
After saying that, he covered his face with his hands and slumped to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes due to failure and fear.
An hour later, Lieutenant Essin, who received Michelang's ultimatum, first led his people to light two large bonfires in a designated open space. After a while, the bonfire sprinkled with whale oil illuminated the surrounding area for hundreds of meters.
The remaining Cossack soldiers, organized into platoons, piled their muskets and sabers next to the bonfire; ten Northern Navy soldiers who came down from the Karen Mountain defensive battlefield stood aside with sharp bayonets in their hands to monitor.
At the foot of Karen Mountain, the surviving soldiers, ambulance soldiers and military priests held torches to inspect the wounded. The casualty figures reported by each battalion later made Major General Alexandrov complain endlessly; the fifteen minutes of indiscriminate bombardment by the North Korean Navy made The Russian army lost several hundred more people, and the number of seriously wounded and wounded has reached more than 2,000.
After disarming, the Russian troops carried the seriously wounded and supported each other and headed eastward under the supervision of the North Navy.
Near the east bank of the river, the Cossacks who had surrendered long ago were resting around a campfire. They shared the few dry rations and leaned together exhausted, worrying about the fate of tomorrow.
Although the Cossacks felt uneasy after disarming, after all, the "Qing army" in the south never launched an attack again. The explosions and gunshots coming from the west not long ago made them extremely panicked. The acting head of the regiment sent someone to contact the other side urgently. The reply they received was, "As long as you stay calm, there will be no firing!"
Knowing the ultimatum on the other side, the soldiers of the 3rd Fusiliers Regiment felt that the choice of the Acting Commander was really the right one!
Starting from the second half of the night, Zhao Xin and a squad of guards were also busy. He first returned to the artillery position in the south and notified the troops here to move north and meet up with Monk Zhou's troops; of course, the purpose of his troubles in the middle of the night was to take away the three artillery pieces.
Afterwards, he went to the Karen Mountain position, where Michelang's and Chen Jishan's guard companies also joined together after the remnants of the Russian army moved eastward. Nothing else, just some encouragement and rewards, and then replenishing supplies and ammunition.
Otherwise, working as a mobile warehouse would be tiring, and Zhao Xin would have to deal with it all by himself!
Monk Zhou was not idle here either. He was ordered to clear a piece of hard and flat land 200 meters behind the position. When it was getting dark, the soldiers of the Third Company suddenly discovered that there were two familiar double-barreled rapid-fire cannons behind them.
Several accompanying communications soldiers set up antennas at five o'clock in the morning and began to contact Wu Siyu's fleet at the rear. Only then did Zhao Xin know that the large group of people had just passed Kubutlin. Because the wooden boat traveled slowly upstream, it would take two days at the fastest to arrive.
At 6 o'clock in the morning, the Russian army, which had been frightened all night, received a notification from the Northern Navy, ordering them to send manpower to the old city of Aihun to clean up the wreckage after the fire.
Yes, Zhao Xin decided to use that place as the place to accept the formal surrender of the Russian army, because diagonally opposite the old city of Aihui was Jiangdong No. 64 Tun in another time and space.
At 6:30 in the morning, a cavalry team of more than a dozen people arrived southwest of the old city of Aihun, and the Qing army also came.
Due to the fierce battle in the north yesterday afternoon, the Qing army's cavalry sentry quickly discovered the artillery position of the Northern Navy; however, when they tried to get closer to observe, they were discovered by the nearby defending Northern Navy. After a warning shot, the Qing army The cavalry squad fled.
When it was dark, the deputy capital commander Eledmubu who was guarding Heilongjiang City saw the flashing artillery fire in the north, and listened to the roaring sound of artillery and gunfire. He finally understood that this was not reinforcements from the volunteers at all.
He had read the Ditang newspaper copied and printed by the Heilongjiang General's Office in Beijing, and now he was finally convinced that those who were beating up the Rakshasa were the rebels entrenched in the Shuangchengzi area.
They actually came to Heilongjiang City. These guys are a serious problem for the imperial court!
Send someone to get in touch to communicate with each other? How could he, a dignified and second-rank official, join forces with the rebels? Even sending someone to contact me won’t work!
Eledmubu still knew the truth that "the Han and the thieves are not at odds with each other, and the king's industry is not at peace."
The problem is that the former Marshal Fu couldn't defeat him with tens of thousands of people, so who do you think he is? Just relying on the more than a thousand remaining soldiers under his command, he was defeated?
Forget it or not! After thinking about it all night, Eldemubu decided to send out sentries to monitor the movements of the Northern Navy. He planned to retreat to Mergen with his troops first, and wait for reinforcements from Hulunbuir to arrive before making any plans.
As for the people in the city? He couldn't care anymore.
At 9:30 in the morning, after working for several hours, the tired and hungry Cossacks finally cleared the ruins in the old city of Aihun. After they exited the city, Zhao Xin led the guards and two platoons of soldiers in. Thirty minutes later, a pavilion-style tent with air leakage from all sides was erected in the center of the cross street.
When two platoons of Northern Navy soldiers completed their defense, it was exactly ten o'clock.
At this time, the Russian commander Alexandrov, in accordance with the Northern Navy's ultimatum last night, led several of his regiment commanders and staff officers, and after going through a body search at the east gate sentry, they came to the awning.
"Dear Qing Empire officer, according to your request, His Excellency Alexandrov, Count of the Empire and Commander of our troops, has arrived!"
Zhao Xin didn't even raise his eyelids, and said in the half-baked Russian he learned from the arms dealer: "Haha, request? No, this is an order! As a failed invader, put down your well-founded vanity! This is Power to the victor!"
The Tsarist Russian officer standing at attention opposite was shocked when he heard that the "Commander of the Qing Dynasty" actually spoke Russian! Not to mention him, Alexandrov and others who were walking towards the awning also looked shocked.
"Your Excellency is right, the winner has this power. Let's get to know each other, I am Alexandrov." Alexandrov, wearing a three-cornered hat, stepped forward and said bitterly; Then he stood at attention with his feet together and nodded slightly to Zhao Xin. Then he began to look at the "Qing Commander" sitting opposite.
Well, his eyes are determined, he is tall and thin, and his short hair is very capable... Wait a minute!
Alexandrov suddenly realized that Zhao Xin had short hair and no braids like the Qing people. He was stunned and thought to himself, I already have pigtails, but as an officer of the Qing Empire, you don’t have pigtails? !
"Could it be that the customs of the Qing people have changed again?" Alexandrov thought that he had made a major discovery. Perhaps this discovery would change the grooming customs of men throughout Europe.
Yes, from 1670 to 1790, for about 120 years, the entire European army, including the upper class, wore a braid on the back of their heads, whether it was real hair or wigs. Although the hairstyles are very different, and there is no habit of shaving the sideburns and forehead, they are learning from the Qing Dynasty people!
(Surprised or not? Stop scolding that braid all day long. It has led the entire European hairstyle for more than 100 years.)
Beginning in the ninth year of Kangxi's reign, Europeans and missionaries who came to China to do business found that the old empire had returned to a peaceful and harmonious life. They noticed that Chinese men seemed to have changed their hairstyle overnight, and their hair was dragging behind their heads. A braid.
This is so awesome!
So when King Louis XIII of France learned about it, he immediately began to learn that all wigs must have braids. As the most advanced civilized country in Europe, France must integrate with the most advanced and powerful Eastern civilization. There is no doubt about it!
It is precisely because of this that the custom of braiding quickly spread from the French court to the upper classes of European countries, and later became popular among the military.
But for many ordinary soldiers, a silver-white wig with braids is an expensive luxury item, which is the privilege of the upper class nobles; but ordinary soldiers also have natural advantages, and diseases like syphilis that are spread in the upper class do not have their turn. They have it, so they are not bald. So the soldiers imitated the officers and nobles and braided their hair longer than them.
For a full 120 years, all European countries have been uniformly braided, and there is no need for quotation marks at all. Later, after it became popular in Eastern Europe, those ethnic groups who liked to grow sideburns even braided both sideburns into three strands.
It was not until the death of wigs and changes in the way of war in the 19th century that the European braided army withdrew from the stage of history and would only remain in some oil paintings.
Zhao Xin saw a group of Tsarist Russian officers staring at his head in a daze, and after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that it was his lack of braids that triggered speculation. He was still sitting on the chair, raised his head and looked directly into Alexandrov's eyes, and said word by word: "Let's get to know each other. My surname is Zhao, and I am currently the Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Navy. You can call me Your Highness."
As soon as these words came out, all the Tsarist Russian officers present were stunned.
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