nanming man

Chapter 1036 Crossing the Bering Sea

In November, the cold wind blows from the heights of Siberia, and the temperature in the north drops sharply.

On the vast sea, a fleet of ships was blown aimlessly in the waves by the cold wind.

On the ship, the Manchu, Mongolian, Han, and Korean men who escaped from the mouth of the Udi River crowded on the deck, sitting on the ground with their knees hugged, and their previous pride had long since disappeared.

The men hugged their knees, lowered their heads, their eyes were dull, their expressions were miserable, and the four words "fear, despair" appeared on their faces!
After the Qing army came to the Wudi River, they clashed with the Raksha people constantly. The camp was attacked by the Raksha people from time to time, and the losses were extremely heavy. Even the Queen Mother was taken away by the Raksha people.

Originally, Bo Luo and the others, seeing that they were not opponents of the Raksha people, were going to take a boat to the Sakhalin Island in the east, but Yue Le led thousands of remnants over, which boosted the morale of the Qing army and gave Bo Luo a glimmer of hope , So thousands of Qing soldiers surrounded the fortress of the Raksha people, preparing to avenge their shame.

The Qing army besieged the Rakshasa people in the fortress, but failed several times. So while besieging the fortress, Boluo asked people to collect food.

This lasted until September, but the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. Thousands of Rakshasa cavalry from the west suddenly came to help.

In this battle, the Qing army suffered a lot of losses, coupled with low morale, they were no longer able to drive away the Luocha people, but the Luocha people pressed on every step, raiding the Qing army camp, Boluo and others fled to the mouth of the Udi River in a hurry. Finally decided to move to Sakhalin Island in the east of the sea to avoid the Raksha people.

It’s just that the Qing army moved all the way north, and there was a shortage of supplies. Boluo gave priority to satisfying the Manchus. As a result, many Han Chinese and Koreans who were kidnapped starved to death and froze to death. Although the ship was still there, most of the sailors who operated it were lost.

In addition to the North Korean sailors, they used to sail close to the coast and lack experience in crossing the sea, so the fleet missed Sakhalin Island perfectly and continued to sail eastward.

The ships in Boluo's hands were built by Hauge in order to meet the Qing army in the customs and prepare to go to Shandong to take Dorgon to North Korea. The ships are relatively strong, but they still cannot withstand the wind and waves in the North Pacific. The ship has sunk halfway along the way, making everyone feel desperate.

At this time, the ship was about to run out of food, and what was even more desperate was that the fresh water was exhausted, and they didn't know where they were going and where they were going.

The cold, hunger, thirst, and fear bit the men on board, and the patients kept moaning, sapping the last trace of energy of the men on board.

Boluo, Nikan, and Yue Le were sitting on a wooden box. Half an inch of hair had grown on their bare scalps. The cold and hunger made their faces pale, their lips chapped, and they lacked any expression.

"County kings, where are we going now?" Fulin paled.

Several people in Boluo didn't speak, and there was a dead silence on the boat.

The sea is no better than land. They sailed for more than ten days, and the surrounding area was still surrounded by sea, as if they hadn't moved at the same place, which made Boluo and others despair.

Fulin's surroundings, regardless of Man and Han, are all sentimental.

At this moment, a man on the mast's ledge suddenly shouted, "Look at the land!"

Boluo jumped up and asked subconsciously, "Where, where is the land?"

There was a commotion among the men on the deck, and they stood up one after another, looking around, and the voice on the watchtower sounded again, "It's in the east!"

Boluo and the others strode towards the side of the ship without knowing where the strength came from. Fulin tripped over the messy ropes on the ship, his eyes went dark, and he almost passed out. Fortunately, Yue Le helped him up. rise.

"Look, it's land!" The men who rushed to the side of the ship suddenly jumped up and cheered.

Boluo stood on the side of the ship panting like a cow, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked around, and saw a black line ten miles away.

"It's land, that's right!" Nikan cheered.

Under the howling of the cold wind, several people were shivering from the cold, but the excitement on their faces could not be concealed. Bo Luo was so excited that his tone changed, and he suddenly raised his arms and said, "Quick, drive there for me!"

The men on board were so excited that they shook hands and hugged each other to show encouragement.

There is no such thing as an endless road. I thought I would die of thirst, starvation, or disease at sea, but I never expected to meet land in such a desperate situation.

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In November, the cold snapped and the mountains and fields were covered with thin snow.

At the foot of a huge mountain range, there are more than a hundred mud houses and wooden houses densely packed. Beside each wooden house, there is some reclaimed land with withered crops on it. It is the corn that is widely planted in the dry land in northern Wei. .

Next to the house, there are some fences, in which there are some animals in captivity. A woman in fur and hair is standing outside the house, preparing breakfast. A man with feathers on his head and oil paint on his face stretches his waist Come out, the atmosphere is calm and peaceful.

However, just two miles away from the tribe, a group of men in tattered armor, holding knives and muskets approached quietly, like a pack of wolves about to hunt.

At this time, a group of people slowly approached the tribe, and the figures inside were already faintly visible. Yue Le pointed the long knife to the left and right, and the men behind him split into two groups, and surrounded them from the left and right. Continue to be busy with your own affairs, not knowing that disaster is coming.

"Kill!" Approaching the tribe, Yue Le's dark eyes scanned the unsuspecting natives, and suddenly let out a roar.

The soldiers of the Qing army jumped up, picked up their weapons and charged towards the tribe. The roar shattered the tranquility of the morning. Suddenly, more than a thousand Qing soldiers roared loudly and rushed towards the tribe.

The tribe was suddenly attacked, the man was shot down by a musket, and suddenly there was a burst of crying. Men, women, old and children ran out of the house and fled in all directions, but were blocked by the Qing army.

Many men with oil paint on their faces gathered around an old man with feathers on his head, took up weapons to resist, and shot many Qing soldiers to death with bows and arrows, but their equipment was too poor, after all, they were no match for the Qing army. Almost half of them were killed by the Qing army.

Not long after, the Qing army took control of the entire tribe. The men, women, and children in the tribe were surrounded by the chief, looking at the uninvited guests with fear on their faces.

The chief said something loudly, but the Qing soldiers couldn't understand at all, and they didn't intend to understand what he said.

At this time, Nikan was about to kill them all, but Boluo waved his hand and stopped them from continuing to kill, "Stay here first, it's still useful!"

As he spoke, he looked at the old man with the feather on his head, and said to his subordinates: "Take care of it first, and bring it to see me later."

(End of this chapter)