Chapter 1269: A Battle That Will Go Down in History

In the mirror, a large Russian man appeared before the eyes of Qian Yonggui.

He could not help but look surprised: "Who, who is this?"

Is this still himself?

Qian Yonggui's physique was already quite tall and sturdy, a real burly man; for this mask, Qian Feng had also carefully prepared a bunch of large whiskers to stick onto it.

This magical effect made Qian Yonggui burst into loud laughter.

Afterwards, he faced himself in the mirror and spoke a few sentences of Russian he had recently learned in Tsarist Russia.

Don't say, it actually sounded quite like the real thing.

The father and son looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Even in this environment fraught with crises, the fact that the two could maintain such a good state of mind shows that the training at the Liangzhou Military Academy is indeed quite formidable.

"Quick, let me see what you look like!"

Qian Yonggui was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.

Qian Feng chuckled and began to operate on himself in front of the mirror. He had originally thought Qian Feng would disguise himself as his son again, but he never expected that after Qian Feng fiddled for a while, a young woman actually appeared before him. Qian Feng even struck a pose and spoke in a woman's voice...

At this, Qian Yonggui could no longer take it and started rolling on the bed with laughter.

Tears were even squeezed out from laughing.

"Good, good, good!"

Qian Yonggui laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that while we are doing such dangerous things, it could still be this interesting. It's worth it, it's worth it!"

"For Longyan!"

"For the glory of Longyan!"

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with firm expressions.

Although the military provisions had been transported away, Osilev still felt like there was a thorn stuck in his throat, making him very uncomfortable.

He knew that, in fact, many people in Tsarist Russia were dissatisfied with Menshikov. The notes he had received earlier proved this. It was just that they feared Menshikov's power and were all keeping their tails tucked. During this period, quite a few people had secretly joined the committee established to investigate Menshikov.

But the only condition for them joining was that their names must not be disclosed until Menshikov could be toppled!

Therefore.

Although Osilev had people helping him and they could provide evidence of Menshikov's corruption in various aspects, in reality, he was still fighting alone.

The Qian father and son...

For the past few days, he had wanted to have a conversation with the Qian father and son. However, they kept their doors closed and would not see him.

This made Osilev's heart start drumming again.

What exactly did these two people want to do...

Would this batch of military provisions be the final straw that broke the camel's back?

The process must be accelerated!

Returning to his mansion, Osilev began to immerse himself in intensive work. Working day and night, he felt that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared; he had to gather the various evidence against Menshikov at any time, preparing to topple him.

Thus.

The files on the desk became more and more numerous, higher and higher.

Too numerous to record...

The crimes of this Menshikov were already too numerous to record.

There was no ambiguity on the battlefield in the Siberia region.

Zhai Shiqing intended to let Narisong command this battle this time. Firstly, because this battle held great significance for the Chukchi. Secondly, Narisong had recently been following her to learn some advanced military theories; Zhai Shiqing would return to Longyan sooner or later, but the battles of the Chukchi would likely never cease. Thus, Narisong still needed to be tempered.

Narisong was naturally very excited to receive such an opportunity.

Over these days, these Chukchi had become quite proficient with the Mandarin Duck Formation of Longyan. Therefore, although these five thousand men had no War Horses,

their momentum when charging was not a bit weaker than that of the Cossack Cavalry.

Looking down from above, one could see that the soldiers of both sides had already entered a sprint, heading toward that convergence point.

After giving the order, Narisong held his breath, his entire body tense.

As the Khan of the Chukchi, he knew he had a heavy responsibility and a glorious mission, so he never dared to be negligent in leading the Chukchi in battle or in life. However, although the combat power of the Chukchi was super strong, they had always been on the receiving end of beatings and had never once been able to take back the land that once belonged to them from the hands of the Cossack Cavalry.

Therefore, this was the first time.

This was destined to be a battle that would go down in history; this was destined to be a different kind of battle.

Five thousand men galloping, with the Spearman in front, the Blade Infantry in the back, and the Crossbowman at the very end. A perfect battle formation had already been formed. Narisong knew that as long as his warriors could display the level they usually trained at, then today's battle would certainly not be lost. However, there was still a big difference between military drills and real fighting.

In a real war, all kinds of things that could happen at any time would directly affect the outcome of the war.

And most importantly, the Chukchi had been suppressed and beaten by the Gesake for many years; although they had fought a few beautiful battles where they defeated the many with the few, over time, they still had a little habitual fear of the Cossack Cavalry in their hearts. This kind of fear was innate.

This time, whether the warriors could overcome this fear was the key to victory or defeat.

"Kill!"

Fortunately, when facing the charge of the Cossack Cavalry, the Chukchi displayed the heroism they should have. And during the advance, their battle formation remained very well-maintained and stable.

Finally.

The soldiers of both sides engaged in close-quarters combat for the first time; the cavalry charged over, and the Spearman here also blocked them at the first opportunity.

Both sides had gone through a wild dash; once this force made contact, it was absolutely a case of men and horses being overturned. Therefore, the soldiers in the first row became the most critical priority, so the arrangement on the Chukchi side was that the first row of Spearman was also equipped with Shield Soldiers to specifically protect them. They were responsible for using the Long Spear behind the Shield to crush the enemy's cavalry!

The huge impact was like small mountain after small mountain collapsing.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The Shield was pressed against the Curved Saber of the Cossack Cavalry at the first moment, and the iron hooves of the War Horse also began to trample upon the Shield; some Chukchi warriors could not hold their ground upon the very first encounter, failing to block the attack, and were instantly sent flying with their horses, following which the Cossack Cavalry began their various reaping.

But more Chukchi relied on their astonishing arm strength and willpower to force the War Horses to a complete stop.

"Kill!"

The Long Spears behind the Shields were thrust out at the first moment, attacking the cavalrymen on the War Horses.

Puchi, puchi sounds.

It is unknown how many Cossack Cavalry fell from their horses in response to the sound.

The scene became intense for a moment. The troops of both sides finally engaged in full battle.