Chapter 1272: The Momentum of a Prairie Fire

The scene was tragic, following a brief moment of calm.

The Chukchi finally began their frenzied celebration.

We won!

We won!

It was so difficult!

The village of Dukuba was one they had lost for two hundred years! The Chukchi had always lived in peace, never willing to contend with others. They only wanted to live their own good lives.

However, this world is just that cruel, just that law of the jungle; you do not strike others, but when you are weak, others will come to strike you.

Thus, the Chukchi lived in tragedy for one or two hundred years.

One or two hundred years...

The Chukchi, from their original tens of thousands, had dwindled to a population of twenty thousand.

The village of Dukuba, and even other villages, had long seen the descendants of their former kin take on new faces, long ago convert to the Eastern Orthodox Church, and long ago become Tsarist Russians; in their bones, they no longer had the blood of the Chukchi.

But today...

They finally took back their land, took back their glory, and took back their dignity.

"Fantastic!"

"Woooo..."

"Finally drove this group of bandits away!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

The Chukchi began to sing and dance. In an environment strewn with corpses and flowing with blood, such singing and dancing made for a rather incongruous scene.

Those villagers who had come to pursue the Cossack Cavalry were also very happy.

They had finally driven away the bandits who had ruled them for one or two hundred years; the wives and children in their homes no longer had to worry every day about whether they might be forcibly abducted, forcibly humiliated, or forcibly harmed by this group of bandits at any moment.

The Chukchi, finally under the leadership of Narisong, marched into Dukuba.

The village head of Dukuba had long since brought the Militia and the villagers to wait in the village Square.

"Our Khan, you have finally remembered your subjects who were struggling in the depths of suffering!"

The village head, along with the Militia and the villagers, shouted one after another.

Just as Liu Zheng once said, when clothing and food are sufficient, one knows honor and shame; when the granaries are full, one knows etiquette. In this place of Siberia, for these people, having enough to eat was the greatest problem. Their concept of home and country was not strong at all. Therefore, regardless of whether they believed in the Eastern Orthodox Church, or rather, they could completely stop believing in the Eastern Orthodox Church; as long as the Chukchi helped them drive away the bandits and helped them get enough to eat, then the Chukchi could rule them. They were willing to be ruled by the Chukchi.

The world is just this realistic.

The world is just this cruel.

Narisong also took a deep, excited breath.

It was too difficult.

It was truly too difficult.

The Chukchi had truly suffered too much these years. To what extent? They could only be beaten by the Cossack Cavalry and hide in the deep mountains and old forests, not daring to show their heads at all; showing their heads meant death, showing their heads meant being beaten!

Once upon a time, they also had their own glory; once upon a time, they also had their own villages; once upon a time, they also had their own base areas.

He had forgotten how long it had been since his own tribesmen had lived in a village.

They were truly like savages, living in the mountains, living on the ice fields, living in those godforsaken places.

But if they had villages, they would not have ended up like this.

"Good!"

"Good! Everyone, rest in place, remember our discipline!"

Narisong laughed heartily and followed the village head toward the administrative center.

The village head was actually still a bit uneasy in his heart seeing so many of the Black Devil Army. He was terrified that just as the Cossack Cavalry left, these people would turn into the bandits they feared. However, the fact was that they did not. These five thousand men of the Black Devil Army sat down in the Square all at once, quiet as could be, and toward the villagers in the village, they were completely harmless.

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This scene was undoubtedly shocking.

Because these villagers were already accustomed to being plundered, accustomed to being bullied, and accustomed to being oppressed.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers arrived who were actually so polite to them, and they became a bit unaccustomed to it instead.

For a time, the people of Dukuba, regardless of age or gender, all gathered around the Square, pointing and gesturing at this black-clad army. From the initial caution to the later unbridled behavior, some children even ran back and forth in the Square like butterflies, fully satisfying their curiosity about these uncles.

The Chukchi were indeed organized and disciplined now.

If the commander did not let them move, they would not move.

Just like that, the Black Knight once again won the favor of the populace, and for a time, their reputation in the Siberia region soared.

This battle was also a battle that shocked countless people.

The Cossacks lost?

Lost so miserably?

This was something no one had ever expected.

But the Tsarist Russia side still did not make any moves.

How many people?

Only ten thousand.

Ten thousand Chukchi, they believed, would not pose any threat to the overall situation.

In current warfare, armies of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands were common; that was the scale. What could ten thousand people do?

They did not know, and naturally, they did not care.

After receiving this news, Tsar Peter was only surprised for a moment, then comforted Ruslan, and did not express any excessive emotion.

Ruslan was anxious.

Is this Tsar truly getting old?

Who are these people? These are the Chukchi! Their combat effectiveness is such that even the Cossack Cavalry must fear them by three parts. Things have already reached this point, and you still won't intervene? You actually issued an order to yourself to find an opportunity for a counterattack?

This Peter, is he perhaps suffering from some serious illness?

In this situation, who could possibly launch a counterattack?

When I asked you for dozens of cannons back then, if you had agreed, would we have today's situation?

Now, let alone dozens of cannons, you haven't even given me ten. It seems you only want the horse to run, but refuse to give the horse grass to eat; and even if you don't give it grass, you won't even nail a horseshoe for it.

How are they supposed to manage this?

A counterattack?

You must be joking.

Ruslan is not stupid; he also wants to preserve his effective strength to the greatest extent. He knows that his wealth is these Cossack Cavalry brothers. If he loses them, he will be a useless man.

Therefore.

Viewed in this light, the Siberia region is destined to be lost.

After the Chukchi take Dukuba, they will immediately follow up to take Ano, and then take the other villages.

The villages don't matter; more importantly, they will take the Siberia region's total of four castles and one large town.

Ruslan sadly discovers that no matter how much he researches or how much Strategy he employs, he simply cannot stop them, has no opportunity to stop them, and has no opportunity to keep the Chukchi out.

Miserable.

The town where Ruslan is located is the largest town in the Siberia region, and also the largest administrative center, commercial center, and cultural center here.

He has managed this place for many years, and the Gesake have also been operating here for over a hundred years.

Just like that, hand it over to others?

Ruslan's heart, there is no telling how much it aches.

But there is no Method.

In the three days that the Battle of Dukuba took place, the Chukchi acted as if they had gone mad, and, wrapped in the momentum of victory, began a frantic offensive. The flames of war began to spread, but in reality, the Cossack Cavalry could no longer stop the Chukchi's counterattack on the Siberia region. Village after village fell, village after village surrendered, and fell.

No.

It cannot even be called falling; in many villages, before the fighting had even begun, they had already opened their gates to welcome the arrival of the Chukchi.

There is no Method to turn the tide anymore...

The Chukchi have already become a prairie fire.

"Leave!"

Although his heart aches, Ruslan has no choice but to take his brothers and leave the largest administrative center in Siberia, Kurgan.

Under his command, he still has two thousand troops, but he does not know if he will ever be able to return here, the place where he has lived and plundered for decades.

On the final day, he still exercised the tradition of the Cossack Cavalry, ordering his brothers to begin plundering this largest city in Siberia once more. For a time, within the city of Kurgan, there was chaos and rivers of blood.

Even now, Ruslan does not know where he was defeated.

Because they, the Cossack Cavalry, were born as bandits; in his view, robbing and plundering were their daily work.

"Leave!"

After the plundering was finished, the Kurba they left for the Chukchi was already a riddled, drained Kurba.