This black soil outside the pass has not experienced serious development since ancient times. Especially after the Qing Dynasty settled in the Central Plains, the pass was protected as their last private place.

Only limited Han people are allowed here and must be enclosed in fixed villages. The other ethnic groups have continued their fishing and hunting life for thousands of years, and they cannot upgrade the Central Plains civilization at all.

This land is primitive and vast, with sparse road networks and scattered farmlands, and more are deep forests and mountains. It seems that except for the Liaohe Plain, the rest of the places basically looked like three thousand years ago and still looked like now.

In fighting on such a land, it is actually not the road but the forest. Unlike the marching on the Mongolian grassland, the cavalry team does not have many opportunities to detour. They can only choose the ancient post road developed by mankind for thousands of years to advance.

There are deep mountains and old forests on both sides of the road. Some of the ancient trees that have been around for hundreds of years are not fast enough to ride horses in such jungles. Moreover, the mountains are high and dense forests are more likely to lose their direction, so the Rakshasa Cavalry Regiment will never enter the dense forest unless it is absolutely necessary.

Along the upper streams of Suifenhe and Ussuri River, the post road is narrow and steep. The more than ten kilometers of road leading to the Xiaotumen Mountain Ferry is even more narrow, so there can only be three war horses in parallel. The 1,55 vanguard troops were pulled like a dead snake.

"Where is the front? Where is our guide? Bring it up..." the Pioneer Commander roared.

Two frightened mountain people were tied up on horseback and brought up, "The front is the border ferry, the Xiaotumen ferry... opposite is the place of your Rakshasa Kingdom... don't kill me, don't kill us..."

He slapped in the face and said, "Damn it, we are Tsarist Russia, not Rakshasa ghosts. Don't think I don't know the meaning of that noun... How many soldiers are there at that ferry?"

"There are only more than twenty veterans who are guarding you. I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you... But I don't know how many volunteers there are on the other side of the river, I really don't know..."

The regiment commander waved and asked someone to take the guide down, "Send a company to inquire, and then send a messenger to notify the large army behind, saying that we have arrived at the border. If it is safe, we will open a safe crossing position for the army..."

A company of cavalry rushed forward with a rumbling sound. More than one hundred cavalrymen quickly discovered a simple checkpoint in Xiaotumen Village, three broken wooden houses, and two silly veterans were standing outside.

The cavalry turned around three times, but they saw two timid veterans kowtowing and begging for mercy, and the entire checkpoint was empty.

"Company Commander, as we thought, these courageless guys all ran away... Let's go to the other side to take a look!"

The company commander jumped off his horse and walked to the kowtowing veteran, shouted to the translator and asked, "Where are the soldiers on the checkpoint? Where are the volunteers? Is there an ambush on the opposite side..."

"Don't you go..." The veteran lying on the snow suddenly rushed up without any warning. He stabbed the company commander Rakshasa in his hand and stabbed the old man in his chest.

"Be careful..." The Russian soldiers who woke up beside him knocked the company commander with their shoulders, but the small slaughter was directly stabbed into his ribs, and blood suddenly oozed out.

"Damn assassin! Kill him..." A group of cavalry rushed up and raised bayonets on the horse's back and stabbed them down. The bayonet stabbed from the shoulders and back into the body. The veteran's eyes were dizzy.

"I have finally come to an end in my life... Fortunately... I didn't lose my conscience until I died..." The veteran looked up and raised his head. Only then did people find that a wooden grenade produced by Ryukyu in his arms was smoking out.

"There is explosive..." There was a loud bang, and the war horses were washed down by the explosion of air waves, and several cavalrymen were blown into blood.

At this time, another veteran turned his head and rushed into the wooden house. Then the sound of the kerosene lamp being smashed, and fire and thick smoke came out instantly.

"Do it! It's too late to be late..." The roar of the veteran before his death came from the smoking window.

Thick smoke and firelight are signals. In less than three minutes, more than a dozen fire points suddenly emerged at the upper vents of the forest on both sides of the post road. The fire took advantage of the wind and the thick smoke instantly covered the entire cavalry team.

Today is the northwest, and the setting fire started from the northwest of the post road. The thick smoke quickly choked, and the Rakshasa cavalry coughed violently. "Cough cough... There is an ambush, there is an ambush here... cough cough cough..."

In the forest, more than a dozen cargoes of vegetable oil have long been sprinkled on shrubs and big trees. There are still many temporary wood cut by mountain people in the winter. Splashing vegetable oil is the best fuel.

More than a dozen figures were running wildly in the woods holding torches. They knew that this fire was actually difficult to burn the Rakshasa ghosts, and the speed of the fire spreading could not catch up with the speed of the war horses.

The flames cannot catch up with the enemy, but the thick smoke can drive away the enemy. Once the wood with the residual snow is burning, thick smoke will appear. Even if these Rakshasa ghosts cannot be killed, they will be smoked to death.

"Quickly pass the post road... Send rangers to inquire south and bypass this ferry..." Before the commander could finish calling, he heard a sudden sound of gunfire in the dense forest on the south side of the post road, and the cavalry on the avenue were immediately knocked down.

"Shoot...continue shooting...ducks give..." There are always traces of war horses running in the woods on the south side. The unique charge command of the Fuso warrior is unforgettable.

"The ambush of the Volunteers... the third company and the fourth company entered the forest to counterattack, and the rest of the team quickly attacked the ferry... We gathered on the other side of the river!"

The vanguard cavalry began to move, and the Bodan rifle, which was specially used by the Rakshasa cavalry, began to fight back. The sound of bullets whizzing and the sound of puffing hitting the trunks came from the woods.

"Zhushanchou... retreat quickly... the enemy has lured in and is ready to catch the living..." Maeda Yujiro shouted in the deep forest. They knew that there must be no Japanese translation in the Tsarist Russian army, so they shouted in Ming language without fear of the other party knowing what it means.

"Wait for me, I'll kill another round... throw the grenades and blow them to death..." Zhu Shanchou was in full swing, and she didn't want to retreat so easily.

But the retreat trophy of the little ghost Mizuhok quickly rang out. Zhu Shanchou didn't dare to ignore the elder sister's orders. He raised his hand and shot down an enemy, "Go away, retreat!"

In jungle battles, it is not easy to take advantage of many people. Whoever is familiar with the terrain can laugh at him. Finally, the chasing Rakshasa ghosts will meet a big tree and a ditch in front of them. The war horses cannot run fast at all, and they always have to turn their heads to avoid obstacles.

The Fusang warrior who was running away in front turned around and fought back, and ran away like a mosquito, which was really annoying.

"Coward! Damn coward! Have the ability to fight us... Oh my god! What is this..." Four or five war horses fell to the ground in a scream.
Chapter completed!