Silk silk is a thin bright yellow silk made of Suzhou. Zaichun is only a young brush calligraphy, which is a boy's skill, which is more than a hundred times stronger than Xiao Letian's calligraphy. In order to save space, Zaichun copied the thin gold style of Song Huizong. The small brush calligraphy appeared on the bright yellow silk silk like Fei.

The CIA's carrier pigeons have been prepared long ago, and a total of three imperial edicts are also in triplicate. This is to prevent the carrier pigeon from encountering birds of prey or enemy sharpshooters during flight.

The only three pigeons that could fly to Ningguta were left. If something happened to these three pigeons halfway, then everyone would have to leave it to fate.

The sound of wings flying over the air, and people's eyes flew into the sky with the carrier pigeons. This small animal, which was swayed by inertia, would instinctively fly to its home, the small nest in the cage of pigeon breeders in Ningguta.

"The rest can only be left to the Buddha for blessing..." Before the monk Long Shishi finished speaking, three monotonous cannons suddenly sounded in the north. People looked closely and found that the subsequent Tsarist Russian cavalry had appeared.

Gogol and Fumanov had not arrived yet. The first one arrived was a regiment of 1,500 troops. The first battalion was the vanguard regiment. He had just passed the formation and sent the news to the Tsarist Russian fleet.

The First Battalion had completed his mission, but unfortunately he did not chase the cavalry who delivered the letter, and in the end he still allowed the Volunteers to get the news in advance.

It was precisely because the news leaked in advance that the Volunteers had a little limited time to prepare for war. The interception positions built by the Fusang warriors were indeed very simple, but even the simplest positions could cause damage to the enemy and at the same time give the follow-up troops more time.

The First Battalion blew the trumpet and raised the imperial flag. They boosted the morale of the navy, but at the same time they were also attacked by the Volunteers. Ma Hui had returned to the cavalry system at this moment. He and Li Gui, with their two companies, were frantically attacking the two hundred cavalry.

As the commander of the cavalry, Ye Qiu was also blown away by the arrogance of Cossacks. He took the other three companies' troops to make a big detour. They were about to make dumplings for the two hundred Cossacks.

Although the Cossacks were a group of wild beasts, they were not fools. They would not do stupid things. They took advantage of the excellent speed of the Don Hippo to start to detour on the battlefield, and led the volunteer cavalry to go around in circles.

The muskets of both sides began to fire, and Cossack even pulled out torches to set fire to the fire. The dust and smoke of hundreds of cavalry strangled in the northeastern area of ​​the battlefield was terrifying, and the shouts of killing were shocking.

The Cossacks were entangled but not approached, and kept a distance but fled. Although soldiers were shot and dropped at every moment, they were still gritting their teeth and persevering.

These madmen have defined themselves as dead soldiers. They have made the Volunteers unable to arrange defense lines smoothly through uninterrupted harassment and gain time for subsequent reinforcements.

The battlefield of Vladivostok is too big. The entire city is enough to strangle 200,000 people, not to mention the field battles outside the city. Once the cavalry is having fun here, it will be difficult for you to catch them all in one go.

The artillery, who had finally pulled the artillery out of the city, was digging fortifications on the frozen soil with great difficulty, but as a result, he rushed out dozens of Cossacks. The sharp saber suddenly cut the unguarded artillery into pieces.

The first battalion of troops, which had finally recovered, marched in a hurry and was exhausted and vomited blood. Unpredictable, a rain of bullets shot from the flanks, and then the cavalry pierced the infantry's formation like cutting tofu.

Chaos, these Cossacks used their lives as bait to attract the firepower of the Volunteers, creating chaos continuously.

Their tactics finally worked. When the top leaders of the Volunteer Army had just finished the military discussion and adjusted their strategy, the west of the battlefield, which was the right wing area on the map, suddenly sounded horses in the forest, followed by a war horse and a tired cavalryman.

As soon as they appeared in the forest, the cavalry saw friendly troops fighting in the distance. They carefully looked at the battlefield situation, and soon the commander made a decision.

"All soldiers change horses! Prepare to rush forward... The warriors of the first battalion have completed their strategic goals and have changed their identities to death soldiers, which has bought us time..."

"We have to repeat the same tactics now. We are no longer reinforcements. We are automatically transformed into dead soldiers, killing them, killing them to the abdomen of the Chinese positions, and delaying them with chaos... to buy time and favorable situations for the subsequent 20,000 troops!"

The regiment commander drew his sabre and galloped back and forth along the edge of the forest. He repeated the orders over and over again, and at the same time, more and more cavalrymen emerged from the forest.

In half an hour, more than a thousand cavalrymen on the edge of the woods and nearly three thousand war horses crowded together, forming a crowd of black people. The elites have their own pride and do not need too much war mobilization. As long as the commander issues a combat order, they will naturally complete it firmly.

"The enemy's positions are scattered shooting arrays. Their purpose is not to wipe out us or block our hand-to-hand combat. They just want to cause us huge casualties..."

"We must use the superior strength of our cavalry to win with speed!"

"We are a sharp knife on the enemy's abdomen, disrupting his arrangements and burning their supplies, killing their civilians and engineers, and completely throwing them into chaos. As long as we arrive at the next 20,000 troops, even if we fight head-on positions, we will not be afraid of them!"

"Warriors! The first battalion's five hundred brothers, there are only two hundred people left at this moment. They fought for more than half of the casualties to create fighter jets for us... Then now it's our turn to die, are you afraid?"

"When will the Cossacks be afraid? We are the ones I lived in the war. After we were born into this world, that is, to kill all the enemies! Ula..." There was a roar on the battlefield.

The regiment commander roared, "Very good! Since you are not afraid of death, then let's die to show the enemy... Save one-third of the troops, we are destined to rush over... Now all the officers are starting to select dead soldiers! Choose one of three..."

It seems that this is not the first time these Rakshasa ghosts have done such a thing. The cavalry squad leader reached out to grab a handful of pine needles from the pine tree beside him, and chose two long and one short and three pinched in the palm of his hand to reveal his head.

"I'm betting on my life! Three people come forward to bet on my life! Don't hesitate when you draw the long pine needles to rush forward later. As you fight, you're rushing forward, don't leave the brigade..."

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Chapter completed!