open sea

Chapter 1389
How decisively people fled from Iscal City, and how depressed they came back.

The Ming army didn't even chase after them. They rushed out of the city to receive the prisoners, brought back the luggage, and then went back to the city to make bear meat dumplings and pancakes.

Usually Dong Yiyuan would not let his subordinates make dumplings, but this battle was thunderous and rainy, and everyone was driven away after a few shots.

Dumplings, a delicious and time-consuming delicacy, are very suitable for them.

For this reason, they specially took more than 40 jars of sauerkraut from the luggage, and also slaughtered the deer they caught a few days ago.

End a tiring and exciting day amidst laughter and laughter.

Perhaps this battle was not hearty for the suffocated soldiers, but it was the best result for Dong Yiyuan.

Only two soldiers were wounded by the shooting army lying down in the snow, one-third of the more than 400 enemy troops ran away, and most of the rest were wounded by Fran's machine guns, and all of them were captured.

Although most of the captives may die in the next few days with limited medicines and freezing weather, at least his soldiers have new characters to entertain and new stories to listen to.

The few Cossack captives who told the best stories were like stars in Iscal.

Go up to the officers to preach, go down to the flag army to pull the translator who understands their language to listen to the story all day long, and treat the captives with a bag of kumiss and a few pieces of pastries newly made in the barracks, just to listen to the Cossacks telling stories.

Any story is fine, and sometimes the Ming army will suggest a story of any kind; more often, they can tell whatever the captive wants to tell.

It’s fine to talk about the days when I was a serf in Tsarist Russia; it’s also fine to talk about the years as a tracker and cook;

It's okay to talk about life, and it doesn't matter to talk about their love.

Of course, some people say that even if there are military officers to maintain order, even if the mind is hard to calm down, if you give the bad guy two old punches, you can't kill anyone.

The flag soldiers listened to music, felt the love and hatred of different cultures, and enhanced their knowledge and experience.

It also serves as a mental preparation for yourself when you face difficulties in the future.

After all, this heavenly army has been marching tens of thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, walking slowly, and has experienced two short-term supply shortages on the food road.

No one is prepared to shovel undigested nuts from the dung of wild beasts of the woods.

The officers used this method to collect information. These Cossacks were well-informed and traveled with Yermak in the vast east and west of the Ural Mountains. The geographical features, hydrological characteristics, and forest animals and plants mentioned by them were all provided by the local prisoner-of-war camp. The value preaching officer wrote down one by one.

The first prisoner to be released from the prisoner-of-war camp was an old Cossack. He taught the Banner Army how to distinguish the number of nuts in animal feces. He found a house in the city to settle in, and provided one-third of the food for the Mongolian cavalry every day. supply.

Don't be afraid to run, the snow is hundreds of miles deep, and it's hard to find feces this season.

It's not that the Cossacks can't escape, these people are experts in the wilderness.

For the Ming army, this word is survival in the wild.

For the Cossacks, that was life.

But if you stay in the city, no one will kill them, you can get good protection, chat with the banner soldiers every day, and you can get two taels of kumiss, two taels of meat, half taels of sauerkraut, four taels of rice or equivalent pancakes, etc. food.

No matter how strong his ability to survive in the wild was, he couldn't find these things outside of Isker City, and he had to face the Khanate hunters who might appear at any time and wandered on the snowy field after losing their homeland.

Without armor or weapons, a sharpened wooden arrow could kill him.

In fact, letting some Cossacks move freely in the city is the first step in a complete plan to recruit Cossacks.

This plan was put forward by Mi Yu, the former military preacher of Qianhu under the banner of Qianhu under Zhu Yu's headquarters.

In her early years, Mi Yu was a member of the Jinyiwei family in the palace. When she caught up with Wanli to practice the Imperial Forest Army, she was very old, and she was nearly fifty years old at that time.

He doesn't learn new things quickly or cares about them, but he possesses the virtues of a traditional general, especially good at drawing, and can draw and write.

He is old, and the army is very sympathetic to such a veteran. He shouldn't have followed the Western Expedition, but he has no choice but to come by himself.

Because Mi Yu's eldest son, Mi Wanchun, was admitted to the Wu Jinshi in the fifth year of Longqing, he gave up the opportunity to serve as a general in Tongzhou, and entered the Xuanfu Lecture Hall. After he came out, he joined the Long Live Army as a matter of course.

Mi Wanchun's troops were the first to fight the Kazakh Tuqishi Department.

Battle father and son soldiers.

The son is a thousand households, and the father is a preacher.

Mi's father and son are descendants of Mi Fu, a painter in the Northern Song Dynasty, and they are both good at cartography and surveying. Therefore, Zhu Yu's former army Qianhu Department is the most powerful cartography unit.

Along the way to the west, Mi Yu deeply felt that the army was not familiar with the terrain, the hydrology was unfavorable, the weather did not change, and the march was extremely difficult, so he proposed to recruit some Cossacks and let them act as guides.

During the days of chatting with the captives, Mi Yu drew 32 large topographic maps based on the Cossack's dictation, all-inclusive, and only after the army continued to march in the spring for field inspections could it leave the most advanced maps of this era for the troops behind.

On the third day after the battle outside the city, more than [-] shooting troops returned with small white flags.

They swept out a small circle of open space from the snow outside the city, and then neatly placed the big axes, muskets, belts with knives on them, and obliquely hung ammunition learned from Western Europeans. A bonfire was set up, and everyone sat in a circle wrapped in cotton armor.

I'm starving.

Dong Yiyuan in the city was still negotiating with his subordinates whether to accept them, and another group of thirty-something shooting troops stumbled back, imitating the example, but they didn't bring firewood, so they had to sit with the group in front.

According to the scouts in the city with resin binoculars, the group in front still chased them away, as if they were afraid that the Ming army in the city would not accept surrender if there were too many people, and there was a fight between the two sides.

But no one was injured, just hugged and fell a few somersaults in the snow. I didn't eat a grain of rice for three days, and I lost the strength to walk. In the end, the two sides could only sit in the cleared space angrily. .

It made Dong Yiyuan laugh out loud in the city: "If I knew today, why did I run away two days ago?"

These two groups of people are really not the same group. After being defeated in the city, they ran and crawled, and ran away along the footprints in the snow. The road of the hunting team of the Ming army in Skell City, and the road of ice fishing along the river where the Ming army was well fed.

In the end, there were only a few hundred people, who insisted on running out of several roads, but they all came to the same end, and they had to come back in the end.

The outcome of the war, the mission of the tsar, can't compare with hunger.

Hunger even makes them forget the fear of death.

Death is a moment, hunger is a long torture.

Going back to the city of Iscal, even if the Ming army shoots them down, they will recognize them.

Amidst the colic caused by the continuous somersaulting of a thousand Monkey Kings in their stomachs, the gate of Iscal City finally opened.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)