Well, I didn’t even eat my head.

After continuing their march for one day, they discovered an indigenous village, raided and captured more than 30 people, and killed them all to eat meat.

A few days later, out of more than 800 Cossacks and Siberian hunters, only about 700 people were left when they came out of the mountains.

Even if the Datong Army doesn't come to intercept them, by the time these guys return to Nerchinsk, only half of them will be left.

Zinoviev was already in a trance. As a nobleman, he never thought that he could eat people. But he was so hungry that he stuffed food into his mouth. When his stomach was full, he started to be afraid again. He could even dream about it at night.

Dream about ghosts asking for life.

Madmen, these Cossacks are all madmen!

He no longer wanted to be the general manager of Heilongjiang, he just wanted to return to Nerchinsk as soon as possible, and then go to Moscow on the pretext of recovering from illness.

In this miserable place, anyone who loves it will come. Zinoviev vowed never to set foot in Siberia again.

"Master Manager, cross the valley ahead and continue to the north until the mountains are gentle. After climbing over a low mountain ridge, you can see a large piece of flat land. The villages there must have food." Stepanov said.

Zinoviev nodded quickly: "Before returning to Nerchinsk, I will leave everything to you."

What a steward, what a noble, identity has been forgotten, Zinoviev was afraid when he saw the Cossacks.

But when he reached the river valley, he could finally slow down.

Because some Cossacks actually carried fishing nets with them and were able to get some fish to satisfy their hunger, the noble Lord could not eat human flesh for the time being.

Two days later, hundreds of Rakshasa ghosts were already lurking outside the village.
Chapter completed!