Victory is within reach! The Cossacks have already erupted in advance for victory. The cannons on the city have not sounded for three minutes. What does this mean?

This shows that the Qing army has no ammunition at all. What else is there to be scary about the Qing army without cannons? Let the whole army press forward!

I don’t know where these Rakshasa ghosts hid their soldiers, deserted villages and dilapidated military camps in the distance, and even the backs of some mounds and deep in the forest, teams of reserve teams came out, swarming into the ocean on the battlefield like a stream.

The three thousand Qing troops had completely turned into an isolated island in the ocean. Countless Cossacks surrounded them, and then the team charged and demolished the Qing troops.

"Surrender! Surrender and not kill... Surrender and not kill..."

"Don't make meaningless sacrifices...you're all surrounded..."

No matter how tenacious Rong Quan's soldiers were fighting, they had become a tired soldier after all, and they could not resist it under absolute advantage. Without the support of artillery, these Qing troops were just some old and traditional medieval troops!

The casualty rate reached 30% and had not yet retreated or surrendered. This is already an iron army, and the casualty rate has long exceeded 40%!

With a clang, there was finally someone who couldn't handle the knife. Cossack kicked him off the horse and tied him up, and he really kept his promise and did not kill anyone!

"Surrender...Surrender and not kill..."

The isolated Qing army looked at the enemy troops coming like a tide and cut off their contact with Yining City. The brothers who supported him were blocked three miles away!

They launched wave after wave of charge to save these brothers who were trapped in siege, but the Cossacks were too fierce and had too strong combat capabilities for individual soldiers, and they could not rush over for four or five consecutive times.

Moreover, the more reinforcements there were, the more reinforcements the three-kilometer isolation zone was, the more troops they were, and soon the distance between the two armies became four miles and five miles!

"Forget it, forgot! Brothers, don't make fearless sacrifices... surrender!"

Finally, an officer took the lead in throwing down his weapons. The battle was really impossible to continue. Groups of Qing soldiers could only put down their weapons and jumped off their war horses unwillingly.

“Ula…Ula…Ula…Ula…”

Red Beard screamed excitedly. He didn't expect that he would make such a great contribution. How many of these prisoners were there? One thousand five, one thousand eight or two thousand?

Finally got through it. How many cowhide tents can so many prisoners change, how much fuel and food and drink can they change!

As long as the supply can be supplied and the Chinese have no shells, then the victory this winter will be the one who will win!

As long as the Yining area is recovered in the spring, the Tsar will never be stingy with rewards, at least he will save his life!

At the top of Ningyuan City, people looked at the slowly falling military flags, and countless people made choking and scolding, but they could do nothing. The cannons had already fired the last shell. At this moment, even the gods were unable to turn the world back!

Only Rong Quan looked at the sky with a strange expression, muttering in his mouth that he didn't know what he was talking about.

The shells were all killed, and the vanguard surrendered. The Qing army was unable to fight after the support came forward. Five thousand cavalrymen fought and retreated, while the Cossacks had a clear goal, and they wanted these two thousand prisoners, so they did not pursue these five thousand Qing army!

The Red Bearded Brigade Commander rushed to the front and shouted loudly with the translator, "Listen to the Chinese people across the country... If you want the lives of these people, then immediately prepare 50,000 cowhides, 10,000 tons of coal and firewood..."

"Otherwise, I will kill a hundred prisoners every day! Until I kill them all..."

"Fuck...Rakshasa ghost...Your ancestor..." There were grief and angry curses everywhere on the top of the city.

Redbeard laughed and didn't care about the loser's angrily scolded, "You hear it clearly... All we want is winter supplies, use your things to continue hitting you!"

"Until you are all eliminated! Now it depends on whether you are cruel... If you are willing to let go of the lives of these two thousand prisoners, we will not care!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and shot him. A seriously injured Qing Jun on the ground, who was covering his stomach, was shot on the forehead and died tragically on the spot!

The enemy's cruelty angered these Qing troops, but how should we fight at this moment? No one has any choice!

At this moment, General Rong Quan, who had collapsed, suddenly had a strange smile on his lips. He tried his best to lift his hand up, and he wanted to point out something.

The military doctor behind him has seen this condition, which is a typical symptom of anger and stroke. According to Western sayings, it is either acute cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction!

"General... You were spoken and lay in my arms. You are the pillar of the army. You can't fall into a coma! As long as you can still think, we will be afraid of nothing..."

"Heaven...the sky...the Tianshan..."

Rong Quan used all his strength to shout out these few short words, and the personal soldiers around him subconsciously looked up at the Tianshan Mountains in the distance!

Ah! Everyone shouted in shock. At this moment, a black monster object was flying rapidly from the northeast direction in the sky, and the height was constantly decreasing!

On the 17th day of the 17th day of the 1873 month, at 3:06 pm, at the end of the Yining Battle, Doro and Guan Lu commanded Emperor Tongzhi's airship and crossed the Tianshan Mountains for a lifetime. During this period, it took a total of five hours and forty-three minutes!

All the soldiers on the airship were excited, and there was a bloody and cruel battlefield under their feet. The smell of blood was staring at the wind and floating into the air!

This is the blood of my comrades and brothers, this is the smoke of gunpowder from the battle in the Ili River Valley!

"It's our turn! It's better to be able to get there by chance... It's a great credit for us!"

"Reduce the height...Gatling is ready...demolition ***...Let's blow up the damn from the sky!"

"Avenge your brothers!"

The battlefield was so chaotic just now, and the shouts of killing covered up all the sounds. These Rakshasa ghosts didn't hear the strange sound of propellers in the sky at all!

It was not until the Zeppelin airship was lowered to a height of 200 meters that the soldiers unconsciously looked up and found the sudden new force!

"What is in the sky...what is...look..."

Thousands of Cossacks looked up at the sky, their chins were about to fall off, and the even more terrifying scene was still behind.

The heavy machine gunner on the airship, in groups of three, climbed onto the iron racks on both sides at the risk of falling. Within a few seconds, the two Gatlings began to spit out flames.

The distance of 200 meters is exactly within Gatlin's effective range, thudding...thudding...thudding...thudding...thudding...thudding, high-speed bullets quickly plowed out two scars flying across the cavalry tide!
Chapter completed!