Chapter 1191: Li Chaohai Commands Li Shunyi

The two armies fought, the battle was exceptionally tragic.

"Kill!"

"Knock them down!"

"Kill these turtle grandsons!"

"Kill all these hairy ones, avenge our brothers!"

The Qingzhou Army, known as the number one armored soldiers under heaven, truly did not live up to their reputation; their combat power was genuinely formidable.

Although they had been practicing with Firearm during this period, they had not let their signature skill, the saber, fall behind in the slightest.

With a flick of the hand and a falling blade, a spray of fresh blood meant the life of one red-haired devil.

It was very clear.

In this kind of close-quarters combat, although the Tsarist Russia soldiers occupied some advantage in physique, they simultaneously lost their advantage in agility.

And the Qingzhou Army was not much worse than Tsarist Russia in terms of combat experience.

Two people fighting one together...

All sorts of flanking strikes...

All sorts of back-and-forth probing...

The tragedy of the scene was simply beyond words.

Of course.

The Qingzhou Army's battle losses were also not low.

But these were battle losses within an acceptable range.

Overall, the rate of battle losses on the Tsarist Russia side was still faster...

One person fell.

A pile of people fell...

A group of people fought while stepping on corpses, and another group fell onto the corpses of others.

War has always been this cold and ruthless.

It will not give anyone any room for morality.

Hatred.

Revenge.

Crushing the opponent had now become the only thing on the minds of the soldiers on both sides.

Seeing these soldiers, Niu Chaofeng could not help but recall the scene where he led a group of non-governmental armed combatants to fight against Tsarist Russia before.

A regular army is a regular army; their combat power was truly much stronger than those "Scattered Soldiers" of theirs.

Of course...

The scene was also more back-and-forth, and more shocking to the eye.

And more tragic...

"Kill!"

"Brothers, they can't hold on anymore!"

"Don't let them go!"

Finally, relying on their own bravery, the Qingzhou Army, after fighting with the enemy for a while, finally suppressed the Tsarist Russia Army.

Although they successfully repelled the Tsarist Russia Army, they themselves had also paid an extremely heavy price.

The original eight thousand Warrior were now less than two thousand, among whom there were a large number of lightly and heavily wounded.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the battered Niu Chaofeng also almost fell to the ground.

The saber in his hand stabbed fiercely into the ground, which barely allowed him to stand.

"This is what real war is..."

Although he had guarded Kuye Island for so long, such hand-to-hand combat still shocked Niu Chaofeng's heart.

He also knew very clearly in his heart that the next battle would be the final one.

They had over a thousand people here, while the Tsarist Russia Army still had over fifty thousand.

A hand-to-hand battle of one thousand against fifty thousand...

Niu Chaofeng gave a bitter smile; he did not expect that his life would end here.

It was just a pity that his position as Assistant Commander had not even been warmed yet, and it was about to be gone; furthermore, during this time, he had been busy with garrisoning fields and fighting, and had not even married a wife.

He also had no descendants to inherit the Viscount position.

In this instant, he understood a little about what was going on with his position as Assistant Commander.

A rapid promotion before the battle meant that he was going to die.

That is to say...

He was actually cannon fodder, cannon fodder arranged by Xiao Qian.

Even so, Niu Chaofeng would not resent anyone.

Because he knew that this was his

destiny. From a small-time hoodlum in a village, how could he stand at his current height?

On what basis?

On his true talent and learning?

On the few characters he could recognize?

On his past identity as a hoodlum?

No.

The only thing he could rely on to earn the respect of others was these two words.

A pathetic two words.

Cannon fodder...

The Young Master undoubtedly treated him as cannon fodder... but he had also obtained everything that matched this cannon fodder: wealth, honor, status...

At this moment, Xiao Qian treating him as cannon fodder was the same...

He gave him military status, gave him the rank of general, and gave him the opportunity to enter the inner circle.

Worth it.

Definitely worth it.

Niu Chaofeng is not stupid.

During this period, he came into contact with many capable people and heard many principles from their lips.

The one that left the deepest impression on him was: Death befalls all men, sometimes heavier than Mount Tai, sometimes lighter than a feather.

Living a life, what is it all for?

What is the meaning of a plain, ordinary life? It is better to live brilliantly; even if it only lasts a few short months, it is worth it!

He, Niu Chaofeng, was just a good-for-nothing hoodlum for the first twenty years of his life; in history books, no one would want to waste a single drop of ink on people like him.

But what about now?

He is the iconic figure who opened up the Great Northern Wilderness and the first person to resist the invasion of Tsarist Russia with a civilian group;

As of now, he is already a fourth-rank military official of the Longyan!

The current him can already leave his name in history!

If one can win a reputation after death, what does it matter if one is smashed to pieces!

"Brothers, today, we might all have to leave our lives here. Is anyone afraid?" Niu Chaofeng caught his breath and asked with a loud laugh.

"What is there to fear? I just slaughtered three red-haired devils! I've already broken even; if I kill one more, I've gained one, and if I kill two more, I've gained a pair!"

"Since it's come to this, and the brothers have all gone to the other side, I'd be too embarrassed to go back alone. Haha, might as well die in battle here and earn some reputation for my family."

"Hey, do you think we will leave our names in history?"

"That's for sure. Fighting the Wa and then the red-haired devils—there will definitely be a place for us in history!"

Although the group was facing life and death, they still chatted and laughed.

Now, they had already shed their fear of death.

Seeing these respectable and lovable warriors, Niu Chaofeng felt a sweetness in his heart.

How fortunate it is to be able to fight side by side with such a group of people!

"General, the Tsarist Russia Army is coming again!"

"Prepare for battle!"

Niu Chaofeng stood up with a sudden surge of energy, raised the military saber in his hand, and stared vigilantly at the menacing Tsarist Russia Army.

A pitch-black mass—just looking at it was suffocating; the impenetrable military formation formed a stark contrast with the sparse crowd on Niu Chaofeng's side.

However, although it was already a hopeless situation, there was not a trace of fear in anyone's eyes!

They had already resolved to face death without fear!

"Brothers, the time to serve the country has come! Slaughter these red-haired beasts and avenge our fallen brothers! Charge!"

"Kill!"

For a time, the shouts of battle shook the heavens!

At this moment, even Ushakov was shocked; he could not understand how a mere few thousand people dared to block their army of tens of thousands!

Ushakov also fell into deep thought; he was also questioning the meaning of the war of aggression they had launched.

The Longyan are truly too tenacious; Kuye Island alone had already cost them such a great price...

Their country has a population in the tens of millions, while the Longyan have a population in the hundreds of millions.

Can they really defeat such a country and take the Northeast to complete their Yellow Russia Plan?

(Yellow Russia Plan: The area north of the straight line connecting Qiaogeli Feng and Vladivostok in Huaxia shall all belong to Tsarist Russia.)

He had a premonition that even if they successfully took the Northeast, once the Longyan army regained its composure and took it back, they would be locked in a repetitive tug-of-war here.

However, before things could develop to that point, a change occurred.

The Joseon Navy had arrived!

"General, a fleet has been discovered in the southwest sea, approaching us!" reported the Russian Army Scout Ship.

"What! Is it Longyan reinforcements?"

Hearing this, Ushakov's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly picked up his Telescope to look.

In the distance, hundreds of Type 3 Warships of various sizes were closing in on them. Although Ushakov was nervous, fortunately, it was not the Longyan fleet.

It seemed to be the fleet of Joseon?

Although there were hundreds of Warships, almost catching up to the number of their own warships, Ushakov was not worried.

In his view, Joseon was merely a tiny place, a weak country that could be destroyed in the blink of an eye; how could they have the courage to act against their massive Tsarist Russia?

Indeed, Joseon did not dare to act against Tsarist Russia; even the final decision of their parliament was to send Warships to the Northeast sea as a third party to mediate between the two countries.

However, the navy was in the hands of Li Xuanya.

Before coming, Li Xuanya had specifically instructed them not to pay attention to the parliament's decision and to attack directly if they encountered Tsarist Russia Warships.

Even if the parliament held them accountable later, they could explain that the Russian Army had attacked first and they were only fighting back in self-defense. In this way, even if the Westerner Party and the Southerner Party were unhappy, they would have nothing to say.

The Joseon Navy Admiral was named Li Shunyi; Li Shunyi was a direct descendant of the famous Joseon naval general Li Shunchen.

As a descendant of Li Shunchen, Li Shunyi naturally possessed extraordinary command ability for naval warfare. Although he was eager to serve in office, he was squeezed out by the Westerner Party and the Southerner Party, which resulted in him never having the opportunity to display his talent!

Now, Li Xuanya had given him this opportunity.

He wanted to use his own actions to prove to the world: though Li Shunchen is dead, his spirit lives on forever! Though the national strength of the Li Dynasty is not superior, they possess a powerful navy! Pop-ups have been severe recently; you may click to download to avoid pop-ups.