Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

The mainstream musket in the army is still the Fuhan gun.

but!

Even the flintlock muzzle-loading rifle, which was almost completely retired from the regular army, was not comparable to the accuracy and long range of the matchlock gun in Maozi's hands.

The sniper fire from hundreds of Ming troops made it completely impossible for Mao Zi to approach the city gate area.

The low wooden walls are not comparable to the brick and stone walls built by the Han family, which took endless manpower.

In terms of individual soldier quality, individual soldier technology, defense technology, and military literacy, the Cossacks were at a disadvantage in all aspects. How could they be the opponents of the Ming army!

Crush!

It’s all crushing!

Under the crosshairs of the Ming army soldiers, not a single person could stand up!

Gunshots are the signal.

The demolitioners who were already approaching the city wall invariably got up, holding the explosive pack, and rushed forward.

In this hail of bullets, the demolition man jumped up, holding the explosive bag, and rushed towards the city wall.

Explosive packets were stuffed into the corners of the wooden walls.

"laugh"!

The Demoman yanked off the fuse and ran.

The fuse burned sharply, and a flash of sparks approached the explosive pack.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just before the Demoman ran back to his formation, there were explosions one after another.

Groups of flames rose, and huge waves of air covered the sky.

The city wall built with logs buried in the ground collapsed!

Broken wood chips were flying everywhere.

Dozens of Cossacks hiding behind the city wall were pricked into hedgehogs!

Blood, gunpowder smoke, and broken and mutilated corpses rendered the white earth colorful.

"Come on!"

Zhao Hu suddenly stood up and roared!

"Diliwa~diliwa~didididi~diliwa~~!"

The trumpeter blew the suona.

"Come on!"

"Kill!"

Five hundred warriors shouted and rushed towards the broken city wall.

"Brothers, kill me!"

Ding Sisi took the battle flag with his own hands, shouted and rushed into the city wall.

The fierce blow stunned the Cossacks who were on duty at night.

From the sound of gunshots, the city wall was blasted within a few breaths, which was something they could not even imagine.

Distant memories begin to return...

At this moment, all the Rakshasa people remembered the legend in their memories!

The whip of God from the east is like a punishment from heaven.

The numerous fortresses that lined Europe in the Middle Ages could not stop the footsteps of the Orientals.

The whip of God has become a nightmare for all Europeans!

Surrender and survive!

Resistance will lead to death! ! !

Just when they remembered the legend left by their ancestors, the Ming army stepped on the city wall where the smoke was still lingering, and came in front of them in the blood and fire.

"Crack crackle crackle!"

The gunshots continued one after another!

The defenders who had not recovered from their memories were all killed.

However, the casualties of the Ming army were actually only two unlucky guys. They were hit on the shoulder and scratched on the cheek by the falling wood...

Wall area - take back!

……

Nerchinsk was small.

The distance from north to south is only one and a half miles, and the width from east to west is only more than half a mile.

At best, it is equivalent to a small village in the mainland.

Polyakov's governor's palace is located in the largest wooden building in the center of the city.

It was already dark, and the Cossacks had just finished their supper.

On the streets strewn with horse manure, someone lit a huge fire.

Bonfire parties are a great way to beat the boredom.

The Cossacks with messy hair and beards shouted and drank the wine they had snatched from the natives' houses.

Someone pulled out several disheveled women from the cellar, and jumped on them amidst the roars of laughter from the people around them and the women's reactions that were so numb that they were almost stiff.

The laughter and whistles got louder.

Then, a dozen women were dragged out again, and the Cossacks lined up...

Beastiality is taking place in this northern border area.

In this unbearable sight, a scream suddenly came out.

I saw a red-bearded Cossack piercing a girl with a wooden stick.

Amidst the girl's pitiful wails, the Cossacks laughed loudly and put the struggling girl on the fire.

The miserable howl almost pierced the eardrums...

At this moment, gunfire rang out!

The sound of gunfire shocked the Cossacks who were committing violence...

"not good!

The Marquis's guards are coming! "

"My God!

The God of Death is coming! "

……

In the Governor's Palace, Boyakov is studying the Nurgan map.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire came.

"The Marquis's bodyguards?"

Boyakov was shocked!

The bad scene in my memory suddenly came to mind.

When I think of myself lying among the dead, I just escaped...

Poyakov's expression changed.

"Damn it!

Where did they come from?

It’s just getting warmer today!

Regarding the extreme weather in the past few days, not to mention individuals, even black bears and tigers had to get up!

Damn!

Who can tell me where the Marquis's guards came from? "

Pyakov's eyes almost popped out of his head.

The combat effectiveness of those guards and the advanced level of their weapons were beyond comparison in the entire West!

Even if the Habsburg Emperor, the overlord of Europe at this time, faced them, he would be beaten!

not to mention……

Tsarist Russia, which exiled him here, was even a third-rate force on the European continent...

Boyakov's mind turned into a mess.

next moment!

"Boom boom boom!"

There were bursts of explosions, and the dim night was as bright as day.

The air wave knocked the soldiers behind the city wall away and fell heavily to the ground.

The burning bonfire was completely blown away, and the red firewood was scattered all over the village.

"not good!

The city wall was blown up! "

The first moment he heard the explosion, Poyakov grabbed the musket leaning against the wall.

"Come on!

Organize soldiers and kill them for me! "

Boyakov hung his command knife on his waist and rushed out of the house with large strides.

He didn't even have time to put on his animal skin coat.

From the warm room to the ice and snow, Pyakov couldn't help but shudder.

In the messy city covered with horse dung, the Rakshasa people were even more confused.

The soldiers were running back and forth, and the officers were whipping their whips.

The sounds of calling for friends and the curses of the superiors were intertwined together.

There was shouting and yelling everywhere.

It was as chaotic as a wet market.

At first glance, these shouts are somewhat similar to Mongolian.

Cossack in Turkic means "free people (Cossacks)".

(The formation of Turkic language is very complicated. It is generally a broad language family that was merged with local languages ​​after the Mongolian expedition to the west.

The relationship between this thing and Mongolia can be roughly understood as the relationship between American English and British English.

Of course, what is more vivid is the relationship between Indian English and British English. )

The Cossacks are nomadic people, similar to Mongolia.

In fact, the emergence of Cossacks does have something to do with Mongolia.

They were originally some serfs from Rus and other princes, and urban poor (mainly young adults).