Chapter 905: Alarm Bell

At night, in the filthy prison, a big bearded man, seven-foot-foot-strong man, talked and laughed with a talented man with fine skin and tender flesh in Jiangnan. Relying on the extraordinary skills of Xue Lihong, Mr. Fang did not suffer any hardship.

I think this talented man from Jiangnan studied hard at the sages since he was a child, and knew nothing about human feelings and worldly ways. He didn't know what the leeks looked like, nor did he know that steamed buns cost two pennies, so he actually attracted the red snow as his confidant.

Outside, Chen Dingsheng had to bow in a low voice. The sheriff was fined 50 silver dollars and detained for three months. Mr. Chen had to pay the fine. The guards came to urge him to go on the road. Mr. Chen stomped his feet in anger, and he ignored him and turned his back on his horse.

Then he escorted the grain to the next market.

In prison, Fang Yizhi and the Great Hero Xue got along at first sight, and they had a long talk all night, tireless.

It was just in the second half of the night that the prisoners were asleep. The man Xue was getting more and more unruly. He first called his brother intimately and gradually hugged the building. The man was just now being buried by this kind-hearted brother.

After stubbing around, he gradually became alert. The shiny shiny light in the eyes of the Snow Hero Triangle, and the mouth of big yellow teeth were not like a good person.

"It's done!"

"You are a man, please restrain yourself."

"ah!"

After a sharp scream, it stopped abruptly, as if his mouth was being covered. Soon, a panting sound rang out from the cell.

In the tenth year of Chongzhen, early June.

In the dense forest on the west side of the Ural Mountains, a large group of red cavalry suddenly surged out. Five thousand soldiers from the Siberian Far East Legion passed through the dwarf pine forest on the east side of the Ural Mountains, and the tall oak forest on the west side suddenly appeared in the vast grasslands in southern Russia.

One by one, the cavalry wearing red clothes and horses rushed down the hillside and out of the dense forest, sweeping across the villages along the way with murderous intent.

The grasslands in southern Russia suddenly became in chaos, and the alarm bells rang in villages and towns.

On a flat grassland, terrified herders drove the sheep back to the sheep pen, poor serfs closed the fence and hid in the cellar, and some herders in big towns, serfs gathered and carried all kinds of various

The clamps, bows and arrows, riding horses without saddles, dragged their families and their families to a large town with defense facilities, and temporarily assembled into militia units.

Compared with the alertness of civilians, the nobles responded very slowly.

It was not until the cavalry troops from the east rushed forward hundreds of miles that the nobles gathered heavy troops in the Toborsk Fortress, intending to encircle and suppress the invading enemy. At this time, Colonel Sasha, the commander of the Siberian Far East Legion, ordered five thousand cavalrymen.

It was broken into pieces and attacked with hundreds of riders, just like the cold wind in Siberia blowing into the broken house with air leakage on all sides, and it was everywhere.

At this time, the Russian noble officers performed very poorly. Facing the sudden dispersed cavalry of the Far East Legion that was scattered into more than a dozen strands, they were helpless. After several failed pursuits and encirclement, the casual noble officers and the knights quickly lost their patience.

After the orders of the Governor, they went home and drank, gambling and playing with women. The Governor had no choice but to send cavalry to investigate and track, trying to control the randomness within a controllable range.

In the evening, the sun sets, and the scenery is like a picture-like river.

A group of fishing fishermen stood up straight and looked pale. They looked at the sudden appearance of a cavalry on the upper reaches of the river, wearing red uniforms and well-equipped. One by one, the cavalry were rallied and rolling on the horse's back, and it seemed to be on the horse's back.

There are also a few bloody heads hanging.

"The Red Devil is here!"

With a shrill scream, more than ten fishermen even didn't even need fishing nets and fish baskets, and rolled and crawled, and the cavalry swept down the river bank, slowly slamming the war horses, and laughing and making fun of them.

Roll over and get off the horse and pick up the fish basket, take out fat fish, set up a bonfire, drink horses, and set up alerts. Luo Hong turned over and got off the horse and rubbed his sore thighs, looked at the Russian soldiers who were making fire and grilling fish, and smiled.

He was ordered to command this Russian army to enter the southern part of Russia to fight purely because he was a genius of language.

As the chief of staff of the Far East Legion, Luo Hong was from Jiading, Jiangnan and a scholar.

He was not young at thirty-five years old. He passed the scholar in the 18th year, but failed the exam many times. Seeing that the imperial examination was hopeless, he was disheartened and returned to his hometown to work as a farmer. Jiading, which is a place where Catholic missionaries are more concentrated.

Luo Hong worked with foreigners every day and found himself a language genius. He quickly learned to become a self-taught person and spoke Franchise language very fluently in college.

Later, his fellow villager Sun Yuanhua went north to become an official and made a name for himself. He introduced him to Kaiyuan Military Academy and taught Francisco. This inspired Luo Hong's ambition to make achievements. From a sour scholar to a professor of military academics, he followed him every day.

The soldiers practiced riding and shooting skills hard, and were able to ride horses and fire guns. At this time, the Grand Commander's Office recruited warriors and volunteered to enter Russia to fight.

So Luo Hong recommended himself, but unexpectedly became the Chief of Staff.

Luo Hong stuffed a grilled fish into his mouth and took out a thin booklet. He looked through the sunset. This thin booklet was actually written by the Grand Governor Ma Cheng, and it was signed.

When Luo Hong looked up, he carefully collected it for a while. This booklet is more important than his fortune and life. This is a brilliant plan written by the Grand Commander.

This treasure must be hidden. If it can survive, it will be the capital of his Luo family's wealth for generations.

How precious is this booklet? It records the wonderful ideas of a generation of war god Macheng, the combat strategy of the Far East Legion after entering southern Russia, and the supportive instructions for Luo Hong. The core idea is to mobilize the vast poverty in southern Russia.

Serfs, herdsmen, and fishermen rose up to resist the brutal rule of the Russian nobles. After mobilizing the vast number of poor Russian serfs and herdsmen, they could also instigate the Russian army. The methods were all figured out by people.

Luo Hong was so impressed by the great governor's wonderful ideas that he even faithfully implemented, which triggered a century-long war in southern Russia.

At night, the last trace of afterglow was replaced by darkness.

More than 300 cavalrymen fed and drank, turned over and horses, and entered the fishing village with murderous intent. They knocked on a fisherman's house and asked politely, "Sir, how to get to the largest manor here? We are our own people and don't rob them."

Don't kill anyone, just ask for a way.

The trembling fisherman said tremblingly: "The land here and the fishing boats are all from Master Sergei's house. It is on the river to the west, and the largest manor is."

The cavalrymen in red uniforms gave a very graceful hat-taking ceremony, and put their hats under their armpits and retreated. Soon, the three hundred cavalrymen did not kill people or prevent fire along the river bank and went straight to Master Sergei's house.
Chapter completed!