The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 691 This is a real bear

Chao Lu closed his mouth tightly to prevent the cold wind from entering his stomach. He lay on the horse's back, almost becoming one with the warhorse.

A few gunshots were heard. Chao Lu squinted his eyes and glanced at them. Smoke rose from the Rakshasa cavalry he was chasing. It was the Rakshasa people who were firing.

Sure enough, only one or two seconds later, with two whooshing sounds, several lead bullets whizzed past Chaolu, followed by the painful neighing of a warhorse, and a cavalryman from the left wing of the Khalkha fell to the ground not far from him.

Fortunately, it was the horse that was shot and not the man, because the cavalryman jumped off the horse very nimbly when the horse fell, and got up after rolling a few times to relieve the force.

He took a lingering look at the warhorse that was hit by the bullet, turned over and jumped onto the reserve warhorse, and continued the pursuit.

Thirty meters to go!
Chao Lu calculated in his mind that they were running against the wind and the Russians were at the top, so their bullets could fly very far and they could turn around and shoot with their guns.

Unlike Chao Lu and the others, if they want to shoot, they have to tilt it slightly, otherwise the accuracy of the shooting will be affected by the ups and downs of the horse's head, and the operation will be inconvenient.

But the good thing is that the enemy has already fired, so you can pursue them without worry, because you can't reload while on horseback.

This is a game of chase between brave men. Whoever can't help but open fire first, and then if he hasn't killed anyone, the end will come.

Sure enough, after a few shots were fired, the Rakshasa cavalry became more and more panicked. Under the threat of death, their riding skills gradually became distorted. They began to gallop wildly on their horses, forgetting to properly control the speed of the horses to improve their endurance.

Therefore, after opening up a large gap at the beginning, they were gradually caught up in the later stages.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
More than a dozen arrows suddenly shot over. Chao Lu was slightly stunned for a moment, then raised the small round shield hanging at his feet to protect his horse's forehead.

There were two thuds, and Chao Lu only felt a vibration in his hand holding the shield, but no numbness or soreness. This was because the enemy's horse bow was not powerful enough.

"They are Oirat people, not Cossacks. Chase them and kill these traitors!" After a few seconds of daze, he yelled at Lu.

Because although the Cossack cavalry can also shoot on horseback, they do not use this traditional Mongolian horse bow.

Moreover, in recent years, there are fewer and fewer Cossacks who still maintain their horse archery skills. Their equipment is similar to that of Dayu's light cavalry, and they mainly rely on carbines, horseback pistols and scimitars to fight.

Of course, it could also be Kazakh cavalry, but using the Oirat can better arouse the fighting desire of the cavalry on our side.

Sure enough, after hearing Chaolu shouting that there were Oirat people ahead, a barrage of Mongolian curses filled the battlefield.

At this time, the Mongolian ethnic consciousness had basically formed, so they hated traitors very much, specifically those Mongolian tribes that surrendered to Russia.

The Oirat people mentioned by these southern desert cavalrymen were actually the Kalmyks of the later Russian Federation.

They belonged to the Torghut and Dürburt tribes that migrated westward. It is said that because the river was not frozen, they did not return east with Wabacsi.

It was getting closer and closer, and finally it was within the range. He tilted his horse slightly towards Lu, raised his lance (carbine) and pulled the trigger with a snap.

But it wasn't very accurate, and he only hit the enemy's horse.

Pooh!
He spat at Lu, put down his lance, reined in his horse, turned around, and the saber was already in his hand. He used the horse's power to chop at the guy on the ground.

But he didn't know that there was also a master on the ground. He used his injured horse to block and dodged left and right. He slashed at Lu twice, but missed.

According to general combat practice, Chao Lu should have given up at this time and left the enemy to be dealt with by the people behind him.

However, as a warrior of the Kalaqin Right Banner, Chao Lu was a little embarrassed and was blinded by anger. He howled and rushed over, knocking the guy to the ground from his horse.

"You traitor who betrayed the Buddha, you lackey of the Rakshasa people, how dare you come back!"

Chaolu pinched the neck of the guy under him, and it turned out that he was actually a Kalmyk.

"You are the same, you Han Chinese running dog!" The person under the body also retorted. He was probably a Kalmyk nobleman who actually knew the term Han Chinese.

"I am not a running dog, you beast. I obey the great emperor. He is the Khan of the grassland and the living Buddha!" Chao Lu was furious and suddenly burst out with 200% of his strength.

"The men of the grasslands know what is right and wrong. The Great Emperor has given us a future, abolished the harsh policies of the Yellow Sect, and restored the glory of the grassland people. He is our Heavenly Khan!"

Chao Lu roared madly, veins popping out of his hands, and he used all his strength.

The Kalmyk man had already been tortured to the point of having little strength left, and now his words aroused Chaolu's rage. Not long after, he was pinched until his face turned purple, his legs kicked up, and he stopped breathing.

Chao Lu was afraid that this guy was pretending to be dead, so he took out the long dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the heart that had stopped beating, then he stood up with peace of mind.

The sound of drums boomed, and after the blood rage subsided, the harshness of military law suddenly returned to Chao Lu's mind.

He shuddered, marked the trophy's face with the sign of the cross, and took away his fur cap before mounting his horse to gather the troops.

When everyone returned to the banner of King Shunzhi of Bahrain's right wing who was commanding them, trumpets blew and war drums rumbled.

When Chao Lu looked forward, he realized that a group of about 300 Cossacks had arrived. It seemed that they were specifically targeting them, because these cavalrymen from the Zhaowuda League were the fastest.

"Goose-step formation, disperse!" Shunzhi Wang, on Bahrain's right wing, shouted, "Attack with your carbine first, then with your pistols when you get close. Anyone who dares to hesitate or even turn their horse around will have his head chopped off immediately!"

"For the Great Emperor, Hurrah!"

"May the Buddha protect us!"

Loud howls of Mongolian language arose, especially the word "Ula", which was invented by the Turks, inherited by the Mongols, and then borrowed by the Kazakhs and even the Slavs. It was widely circulated in the northern grasslands.

When the Cossack cavalry heard the shout of "Ura" from the other side, they knew who they were facing.

"We are the masters of the Mongols, every one of us is the master of the Mongols!"

"Holy Third Roman Empire, hurrah!"

"Your Majesty, Caesar, Hurrah!"

Amidst roars, the two cavalry teams suddenly dispersed and launched a standard light cavalry charge.

That is, they are spread out far enough to prevent being directly destroyed by concentrated fire from muskets, while also allowing sabers room to be used.

Chaolu rushed to the front. His name means stone in Mongolian, and he is the same, as tough as stone.

Sixty meters, the warhorse, which had already picked up speed, suddenly paused at this distance because it was about to open fire, so it slowed down slightly to ensure accuracy.

The two sides were in perfect harmony, pausing at the same distance for two or three seconds at the same time. Then, the whole thing was like a flying goose, a very flat V-shaped surface, and the flames flickered like stars.

Hundreds of lead bullets streaked out light gray smoke in the air, and the screams of knights and horses rang out almost simultaneously.

After firing, the cavalry didn't stop but instead increased their speed to maximum. They pressed their bodies tightly against their horses' backs, letting the horses' backs pound their chests, and they didn't dare raise their heads, as raising their heads might mean being hit by lead bullets. But when no one dared to look ahead, Chao Lu raised his head and prepared for battle. This is why he can be called a warrior, while others cannot.

As the leader of the goose formation, Chao Lu was the first to rush into the enemy camp. When he passed through the smoke formed by the muskets, a Cossack cavalryman with a ferocious face also appeared from the smoke like a ghost.

Both of them raised their right hands at the same time, but Chao Lu was about half a second faster. It was this half second that determined the fate of the two.

Chao Lu's pistol fired first, and with a bang, the Cossack's head was almost shot into a lotus pod shape at his face.

After firing his pistol, Chao Lu quickly lay down on the horse's back. Sure enough, a group of seven or eight small shotgun shells shot from the large-caliber pistol swept over his head like a storm.

Although he escaped death, Chao Lu didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he became furious due to the support of adrenaline.

Chao Lu stared at the Cossack who had just fired his pistol, and moved from the left side of his horse to the right side like an acrobat. He then got ahead of the man and gently swung his saber across.

With the help of the galloping warhorse, the sharp saber cut through the Cossack's chest without much movement.

Blood splattered everywhere, but the Cossack did not die immediately. He just never had the chance to swing his weapon again.

Because the next cavalry from the Zhaowuda League also arrived, and they took advantage of the horse's speed to cut a bloody groove on the Cossack's neck.

At this time, Chaolu was the first to rush into the crowd of Cossacks. He swung his sword and hit an enemy whose face he didn't even have time to see clearly, and then more sabers slashed at him.

Chao Lu dodged left and right, and the round shield on his arm made a clanging sound, but he was still hit by the knife. However, he did not feel any pain, only felt warmth on both arms.

After the storm of sword attacks, Chao Lu suddenly felt his eyes go blank. He had broken through the entire Cossack cavalry formation.

Then he ran a few steps towards Lu, suddenly reined in his horse, pulled out his flag from behind and held it high.

"Warriors of the Great Emperor, assemble here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more Zhaowuda League cavalrymen who had broken through the enemy's formation gathered here. They looked at Chao Lu's red helmet tassel with golden tails, which was the lightning rod on the helmet, and immediately chose to obey his command.

The red color with gold inlay represents Chao Lu’s rank of major.

This thing has been used since ancient times to mark the legion to which one belongs and one's military rank, but the distinction is clearer in Dayu.

Seeing that there were nearly a hundred warriors gathered, Chao Lu led them to ride slightly to the left for more than ten meters, and then accurately found the Cossacks who were also gathering.

"Great Emperor, Hurrah!"

The brave Zhaowuda League cavalry launched an attack again, they were not afraid at all!

But their enemies, the Cossacks from Omsk were a little slow to act, because these people were not the top Cossacks in Sharo.

They suffered just as much hardship, but their will to fight to the death was still far behind that of the Zhaowuda League cavalry.

If a cavalry charge, even a light cavalry charge, lacks this little bit of bravery, the situation will immediately be different.

Therefore, the Zhaowuda League cavalry had already launched an attack, but the Cossacks' speed did not increase.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves seemed to be knocking on the hearts of these people, the fast ones beating the slow ones, simply crushing them with ease.

The fact that Chaolu killed two Cossacks this time but was not hurt at all is proof of this.

"Come again, come again, they can't take it anymore, they can't take it anymore!" Chao Lu laughed.

This time, without him raising the flag, the cavalrymen came over automatically. Even the Shunzhi King on the right wing of Bahrain, who was hacked and half of his body was stained with blood, came.

Because the opponent seems to be unable to hold on, this is the time to defeat them.

Sure enough, when the Zhaowuda League cavalry gathered for the second time, there were only a few dozen Cossacks left on the opposite side, and they were scattered very far apart. It was obvious that many of them had already intended to run away.

"Ula!"

This time, no one can stop it!

The Zhaowuda League cavalry had only rushed halfway when they were still more than 30 meters away when the Cossack cavalry dispersed and then fled in all directions like a herd of frightened antelopes.

Chaolu charged with laughter and killed another Cossack, but then he heard a series of strange drum and horn sounds.

Crossing this small hill, looking towards Lu, there were at least three to four thousand infantrymen in six large square formations, marching in unison.

They carried many bright banners, blue, red, ochre, and many different double-headed eagle flags.

The infantrymen wore standard Ross-style black dog-skin hats, red double-breasted jackets, and indigo trousers.

Many drum bands were interspersed between the various formations, beating fiercely. The soldiers were in tight formation, singing loudly as they advanced:
"We serve Caesar the Third Rome faithfully, fighting for glory and honor on the battlefield."

Well, this is actually the song of the Semyonov Guards of Sharo, but many of the troops led by Count Gudovich came from the vicinity of the Holy Trinity Monastery and belonged to the Moscow Regiment.
Having them sing the famous Guards song helps boost their pride and fighting spirit.

'Pap-pap-pap-pap! '

Seeing the cavalry of the Zhaowuda League standing on the high ground, some of the Russian infantry stepped out with flintlock rifles and then fired a burst of shots.

Several Zhaowuda League cavalrymen were caught off guard and knocked to the ground. Chao Lu finally woke up from his dream and turned his horse around and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Go, go! They have hunters!"

In fact, cavalry does not have much advantage in a head-on confrontation with infantry, and it is even more impossible for them to fire a volley at the infantry unless the infantry is completely exhausted.

Because no matter whether it is a horse bow or a horse lance, they are far from being a match for the infantry bow and rifle. If you rashly ride up and shoot, you will only seek abuse.

However, they had only retreated a few steps when the Mo Nan cavalry, who had already won a great victory in the battle between 4,000 Mo Nan cavalry and 2,700 Cossacks, came over.

Although they didn't dare to rush close, they kept circling around and threatening, trying to find the flaw, but they didn't stop and kept trying.

However, these infantrymen were very experienced in dealing with the harassment of the grassland cavalry and were not panicked at all. The elite hunters always appeared at the most appropriate time.

And when the Russian infantry appeared, the Cossacks who were defeated but not completely routed also returned to the team. Together with the hundreds of Cossacks who were originally guarding the infantry, they once again formed a whole.

"Let the light cavalry in Mo Nan withdraw and order Dong Jinfeng's troops to move forward!" Chen Guangyao immediately gave the order upon seeing this.

These Mo Nan cavalrymen were still on their last legs in the battle. Chen Guangyao was afraid that they could not help but rush forward and cause heavy losses, which would be bad.

He also realized that the enemy had more elite soldiers than he had imagined, and the battle would not be easily won.

(End of this chapter)