Daming Military Empire

Chapter 545
Pao Ze, who has been on the battlefield together, is the most affectionate. Although Guan Bu is not a martial arts scholar, he is Pan Feng's most trusted subordinate. The two have gone through countless battles together, and they are like brothers and sisters.

If it weren't for the important information about the location of the Tsarist Russian bastion, Pan Feng really wanted to turn around and go back to rescue Guan Bu. Although he might not be able to save him, he might lose his life, and he didn't hesitate, because they had already changed lives.

Just as Pan Feng's heart was twisting like a knife, there was a faint roar of Guan Bu in the wind: "General Pan, leave me alone, go quickly."

Hearing the sound, Pan Feng reluctantly looked back, and saw more than a dozen soldiers of the Ming army who had fallen to the ground, under the command of Guan Bu, took out grenades one after another, and kept throwing them at the chasing enemy cavalry.

"Boom boom boom" The grenades continued to explode, and more and more arrows were inserted into the bodies of the dozen or so Ming army soldiers. Finally, Guan Bu also fell down like a hedgehog.

In fact, the first wave of grenades blew up the front row of the Tsarist Russian cavalry into chaos. In order to prevent large-scale collisions, their speed has been significantly slowed down. , The Tsarist Russian cavalry was even more chaotic. Most of them reined in their horses, bowed their bows and set up arrows to shoot wildly at Guan Bu and others. They had obviously given up chasing and killing the Ming army ahead.

Under the desperate cover of Pao Ze, Pan Feng led more than [-] cavalry and finally escaped from the pursuit of the Tsarist Russian cavalry. However, he did not have any excitement about the rest of his life after the catastrophe. What he had was only a huge pain, not because of the arrow on his back. Injury, but because of Guan Bu's sacrifice.

After running with tears in his eyes for nearly half an hour, the pursuers had long since disappeared, and a small river just appeared not far in front of him. Pan Feng wiped away his tears and roared, "Slow down, get off the horse, and treat the wound before leaving. "

Many soldiers of the Ming army were injured in this wave of arrow rain, some of them were even more seriously injured than him. If they didn't help them deal with it, it was very likely that they would fall off their horses while running, and never get up again.

Following his order, the remaining [-] soldiers of the Ming army reined in their horses and slowed down, and soon they stopped by the small river.

As soon as the horses stopped, the uninjured or slightly injured soldiers dismounted quickly to help the seriously wounded dismount or treat the wounds.

Only at this time did Pan Feng feel the burning pain where the arrow pierced through, and the blood had already soaked half of his clothes.

As soon as he reined in his horse, two soldiers quickly came to him. He stretched out his hand, and with the assistance of the two soldiers, he carefully turned over and dismounted. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Come on."

Hearing this, the two soldiers each took out a pair of special small scissors, and then held both ends of the arrow together, "One, two, three." Both ends were cut at the level of his uniform.

This was indeed heart-wrenching, Pan Feng couldn't help but tremble all over, and beads of sweat burst out on his forehead.

Before the emergency treatment was over, the two soldiers each took out a pack of medicine powder and pressed them lightly on the wounds on both sides, and then took out bandages, clothes, arrow shafts, and medicine powder to wrap them together. Next, a white bandage circle soon appeared on Pan Feng's waist.

Pan Feng moved his hands and feet a little, and felt that the wound was almost sealed. He immediately looked up and looked around. Seeing that the other wounded soldiers were almost finished, he immediately ordered: "Tie the seriously wounded soldiers to the saddle. superior."

Soon several wounded and wobbly soldiers were carried onto horses by their comrades, and their legs and waists were fastened to the saddles with ropes.

Seeing that everyone was almost busy, Pan Feng immediately ordered: "Get on the horse and go."

The rest of the soldiers got on their horses one after another, and followed him to gallop towards the Ming army camp.

After riding for about two hours, the Ming army camp was in sight. It was located in the upper reaches of the Rem River, a tributary of the Ob River, at the junction of the Western Regions Wilderness and the Siberian Plain.

I saw a 10-meter-long steel bridge spanning both sides of the Remu River. About ten miles north of the Remu River, a brand new railway station has been built. With the railway station as the center, city walls are being built on the southeast, northwest, and dark crowds. 60 people are busy in an intense and orderly manner, and a large city that can accommodate a population of [-] to [-] people has slowly emerged.

The city was surrounded by densely populated military camps of the Ming Army, stretching for hundreds of miles. Pan Feng weakly looked up at the camp in front of him, tugged at the reins, adjusted his direction a little, and rode his horse towards the one on the west side of the center. Run to the camp gate.

Soon, the gate of the camp was approaching, he raised his hand, and more than sixty riders slowly slowed down their horses following him, so that the guards at the gate of the camp could see their appearance clearly.

Pan Feng is a relatively well-known general in the Second Army Regiment of the Frontier Defense Army. The guards standing guard naturally knew him. When they passed through the gate of the camp, the guards lined up on both sides not only did not obstruct them, but also clasped their hands and said in unison: "General Pan .”

Pan Feng nodded, and slowly rushed into the camp with his men. After entering the camp, he ordered in a hoarse voice: "Go back to the camp quickly to heal your wounds."

After finishing speaking, he rode his horse and went straight to the tent of the Chinese army commander, while the cavalry behind him all turned to the right and quickly disappeared into the densely packed tent.

At this time, Ma Xianglin, the commander of the Second Frontier Army Corps, was standing straight in front of a large wooden table in the handsome tent, frowning and staring at the map on the table. On both sides of the table, two non-commissioned officers were holding up a ruler to make gestures on the map, and from time to time Comparing with a few small maps beside the table, he used a fine brush to add something to the big map.

In less than a day, five enemy bastions have been discovered in the east, and the battle for Siberia will be extremely difficult.

Just as Ma Xianglin was frowning and thinking, there was a sound of horseshoes outside the handsome tent. Soon, the sound of horseshoes stopped, and the guards outside the tent shouted in unison: "General Pan."

Immediately afterwards, Pan Feng, with a bandage around his waist, walked in quickly, knelt on one knee and said loudly: "The last general, Pan Feng, see General Ma."

Ma Xianglin saw the huge bloodstain on his waist, and couldn't help but quickly stepped forward to help him up, and said with concern: "Madman, what's wrong with you?"

Pan Feng shook his head and said sadly: "When the general found an enemy bastion, more than [-] enemy cavalry suddenly rushed out from the right rear. If it weren't for Guan Bu and them risking their lives to stop them, the general might not be able to come back."

Hearing this, Ma Xianglin patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "It's an honor to die for the country, and my condolences."

Pan Feng nodded silently, took out the blood-stained map from his pocket, and presented it to Ma Xianglin with both hands, at the same time, said in a low voice: "General, this is the location map of the enemy's bastion, this bastion is a three-story bastion , Seeing that the scale is enough to station tens of thousands of defenders."

Ma Xianglin took the map, unfolded it for a closer look, and then handed it directly to the two non-commissioned officers behind the map, and ordered: "Quickly calculate the location and report it to Deputy Marshal Sun."

After that, he turned his head and said with concern: "Madman, is your injury serious?"

Pan Feng shook his head and said: "Don't worry, general, the last general is fine, I don't know how the other situations are."

Ma Xianglin sighed again: "Hey, I'm afraid this time it's a bit troublesome. I just came back more than ten roads and found six enemy bastions, but the one you found is the largest. The other bastions only have four to five thousand people at most. scale."

This time it was really troublesome. Sun Chuanting, who was in the command post of the Chinese army, was also frowning deeply. In less than a day, scouts from the First Frontier Army Corps and the Second Frontier Army Army Corps discovered more than ten bastions in Tsarist Russia. , this Siberian plain is literally full of bastions!
(End of this chapter)