The husbandmen and common people who were not killed were still rushing forward. Behind them, several old people, children and women were crying loudly because they saw the bodies of their sons, fathers and husbands lying on the ground.
】The departure of their loved ones caused their nerves to collapse instantly. Some stood there motionless, letting the muskets fly around them; some wiped away their tears and stared at the wooden fence in front of them with hatred.
Luo who was behind killed someone or glanced viciously at Guan Ning's army behind him, then without saying a word picked up the weapons left by his relatives from the ground and joined the crowd who continued to charge.
Three rounds of fire blunderbuss fired by the Rakshasa people caused huge casualties to the charging civilians and people of all ethnic groups. Similarly, the Russians caught in the crowd would not be spared because of the long eyes of the blunderbuss. Almost half of the Russian men were killed.
Several women were beaten to death, and one of them was holding her one-month-old child. Many people died, and the fear in their hearts gradually receded, and a sense of numbness filled everyone's hearts.
He completely forgot what he was going to do and just rushed forward so mechanically that the weapon he held in his hand remained in the same position from beginning to end, standing straight and motionless.
Death is no longer so scary. It turns out that people leave this world so quickly and with such a sound. They don't even cry out in pain before closing their eyes. At least half of the people charging at this time just want to let go.
Die quickly. This kind of pain and torture is really unbearable. They hate themselves, hate Guan Ningjun, hate the Rakshasa people, hate everyone in this world, and hate God. Why are we involved in this?
What about an unrelated war?! Why are we allowed to be the victims of this war?
Zhao Qiang saw with his own eyes a Daur woman holding her child and lying on the ground of a male corpse, crying miserably. Then she suddenly grabbed the short knife in the male corpse's hand and stabbed the child next to her. In the child's frightened and disbelieving eyes, the Daur woman
The short knife stabbed into her chest. When she was dying, she held her husband and her child tightly with her hands. The family of three just lay there quietly... lay there quietly...
"Sin, sin!"
Zhao Qiang couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head sadly. Liu De also went to Zhao Qiang's place. He was deeply aware of the commander's pain, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him. This human tragedy was caused by the commander himself.
He was not comforting, and seemed to be too cold-blooded. He stood there uncomfortably and talked for a long time.
Among the piles of corpses in front of the wooden fence, several people struggled to crawl out from below. Almost all of these people's bodies turned red, and they seemed to be bloody people. Ahman was a lucky person, or rather unlucky.
Or, he was squirming on the ground. The Rakshasa's firecracker had just hit his thigh. Although his body was fine, his leg was dead and he could no longer stand up. It was obvious that Aman didn't want to die, so he just didn't want to.
He died like this because his grandmother was still waiting for him to bring the prey home.
Ama, Ama... Aman kept muttering in his mouth, crawling slowly on the ground, grabbing the soil with his fingers, as if he wanted to turn the land over. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his body became heavier and heavier.
It was getting colder, but his eyes were always fixed on the wooden fence. He climbed towards the fence resolutely, and a red trail flowed on the ground, getting longer and longer... If anyone could clear his mind at this moment
As he thought, the face of an old Xibo woman with wrinkles and a kinder face was imprinted in Aman's mind.
Those civilians who were slightly injured but could not stand up struggled to stand up from the ground and lowered their heads to pick up weapons. Some people got swords, but some people just touched a stone and stumbled towards it.
The people from the Mucha side rushed over. People around them could hear the shouts of "ho...ho..." coming from their mouths. Their voices were already hoarse, but they were still shouting and charging. They ran and staggered, but they ran
The direction has not changed at all.
I don’t know who sang the folk song of the clan. I didn’t expect that when he sang like this, the people around him started singing too. The songs were produced in different voices, including Sauron songs, Daur songs, and Ewenki songs.
Songs, even Russian songs, became louder and louder, as if they were trying to suppress the banging gunshots.
The scene of the natives not being afraid of death stunned the Russian musketeers behind the wooden fence. Although they were all well-trained emperors, they saw those shouting and rushing towards them, as if they had forgotten life and death, one after another.
The hearts of the Eastern natives and Russian compatriots who fell to the ground were still extremely shocked. In the trance-like scene, the hearts of the musketeers began to tremble. They trembled and made mistakes, and they were in a hurry. Many musketeers had no guns.
The fire started in anticipation, because they either forgot this or that, and some soldiers even lit the match without loading the powder.
The Rakshasa soldiers behind the first row of wooden fences began to retreat towards the second row. The natives had already charged, and they had to retreat. The firecrackers that could not be fired were no more than fire sticks in their hands. Although the natives were all
The mob was forced to die, but hundreds of people rushed at them and could crush them to death.
The loss of the first row of wooden fences made Vlasov anxious. He had already reached the Qing team's cavalry, which was slowly moving this way, and their horses were slowly accelerating. If these natives were allowed to rush to the second row,
, the third row, then everything is over!
"Hold on, hold on! We must beat these lunatics down!"
Vlasov roared with all his strength and waved the command knife in his hand, urging the soldiers to fire quickly. However, the natives charged too fast, and the musketeers had no time to reload their ammunition, so they could only watch them turn over the first row.
Mu Zha, with red eyes, rushed desperately to the second row of wooden fences. Some musketeers began to throw away their muskets and ran back. Now, the shadow of death began to reverse, and the previous slaughtered people became the nightmare of the slaughterers.
The Buryat people also realized that they could no longer hold on. I don’t know which tribesman alerted the leader first. Under the leadership of Zhajiv, the Buryat people began to snatch the war horses that had been taken away by the Russians. They wanted to run away.
Even if you can't run out, you have to run. It's better than staying here and waiting to die.
Seeing the natives, they were about to rush to the second row of wooden fences, but before the musketeers opened fire, the Mongols behind him started to stir up chaos again. Vlasov was confused and hurriedly shouted:
"Petrusha, hurry, stop them!"
Hearing the shouts of the Governor, Petrusa was also anxious, but it was useless to worry. Loading gunpowder takes time! Finally, the musketeers behind the third row of wooden fences loaded the gunpowder, and Petrusa quickly ordered them to shoot.
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"Bang, bang, bang!"
Another round of platoon shooting, the fog of the battlefield rose again. No one doubted that under this round of attacks, these crazy charging natives would die many people, but after so many people died, would these natives retreat?
This is the doubt in the hearts of all Russian soldiers.
Before the thick smoke cleared, the Russian soldiers, who were looking at the casualties of the natives in front with their eyes wide open, suddenly screamed. More than a hundred unkempt and blood-stained natives appeared in front of them, and they yelled to go to the front.
Mucha.
"Retreat, retreat to the back!"
Under the shouts of the officers, the musketeers abandoned the second row of wooden fences and rushed back like flying. At the same time, the musketeers behind the third row were also nervously loading gunpowder.
"Pass my order, the entire Second Cavalry Regiment will charge!"
After the civilians and people of all ethnic groups had broken through the two wooden fences of the Russian army, Zhao Qiang immediately ordered the cavalry unit to attack. There were only two to three hundred civilians and people of all ethnic groups remaining. Basically, their goal had been achieved, and there was no need to force them.
All died.
"All troops attack!"
Ma Long, who had pressed in less than 300 meters away from the Russian army, shouted loudly after hearing the order, clamped his legs, and the horse immediately began to accelerate and run. Three groups of more than 1,400 cavalry were like arrows.
Rush towards the Russians' last line of defense.
"Send orders to Zuo Mingnan's troops to prepare to clean up the battlefield and take over the prisoners!"
As soon as the Second Cavalry Regiment charged, Zhao Qiang knew that there was no suspense in this battle. What he had to do now was to clear the battlefield and deal with the Russian troops in Dujigensk. He had already trapped He Manchuan's Third Infantry Regiment.
The strong 1st Battalion of the 1st Cavalry Regiment, which was defending Dujigensk, remained mobile and waited for the Russian reinforcements to be dealt with before concentrating all its forces to capture Dujigensk.
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A mistake was made. It was Qianhu Malong of the Second Cavalry Regiment who led the three brigades of cavalry to supervise the formation, not He Manchuan. This has been corrected.
The plots in these two chapters may be a bit inhumane, but there is no mercy in war, and cruel things will always happen.