The fires all over the city completely angered these invaders. They chose to attack at this time, on the one hand, received military orders, and on the other hand, they really wanted to spend the winter in the wealthy valley.

The Tsarist Russian nation seems to be inherently not good at construction. Even if they developed powerful heavy industry and military industry in special periods in later generations, they still have their own shortcomings.

The rough personality makes their construction impossible to be meticulous, especially the industries involving people's livelihood are even more messy.

It’s okay to let these stupid and thick Cossacks kill and set fire. If they do production and construction, then ten thousand won’t do it!

For example, now, although they occupy the Balkhash Lake with abundant water and grass, the quality of life of tens of thousands of troops cannot be guaranteed at all.

They couldn't even build the most basic adobe houses. In the hometowns of these Cossacks, they used wood and stone to build houses. They didn't understand the technology of adobe houses at all.

Central Asia is born with a lack of wood, and as a result, the army has been living on tents in recent years.

Not to mention what to eat, although cattle and sheep can be collected from the surrounding area, the boring cooking method makes the food taste very monotonous, which is simply boiling meat in salt water.

However, even the simplest salt and logistics supply are difficult to guarantee. The nearest supply line to Tsarist Russia in Lake Balkhash is the Volga River Basin, which is thousands of kilometers west of the west.

The Volga River flows into the Caspian Sea, and there are relatively prosperous Tsarist Russian settled cities at the mouth of the sea. If these cavalry want to rely on their own country's supplies, they can only hope here.

But the journey is so far and Tsarist Russia is so poor that it has no extra ability to deliver more side food to them.

Limited supplies are all used to transport shells and bullets, and only materials related to war have priority.

As a result, these Rakshasa ghosts could only go wherever they went. The Chinese medicinal materials, salt, fur, spices... all became scarce goods in the army.

Now these robbers have finally received the order to go up and can finally let go and snatch them. How can they not be excited?

When you go to the Yili River Valley, where the Chinese have cities, soldiers can live in airtight warm adobe houses, and hay can keep warm, salt and spices can season meat, and even eat wheat and rice openly.

Compared with the bitter and cold lakeside camp, life there is already a paradise!

More importantly, the hardworking Han people and herdsmen of other ethnic groups will harvest a large amount of grass and stockpile them in summer and autumn. These are the guarantees for war horses to spend the winter!

Although there are some forage on both sides of the Yili River, the Rakshasa ghosts have to be in the mood to cut them!

These robbers who were killing and setting fires asked them to do farm work? They either drank and hunted or were lazy in fishing. The grass collected by the entire army was not enough for their army to spend the winter.

The entire army even the commanders were waiting for the final robbery. They just hoped that other nations would work hard to build, and then they used their knives to rob the ready-made ones.

The abacus was so smart, but I didn't expect that the Chinese came this time. In the past five years, Tsarist Russia also came here to ask the Chinese for "protection fees". None of the trembling veterans dared to refuse.

The so-called military station is more like a material bank for the Rakshasa ghost. It is enough to send a team of cavalry to notify you.

Today they mobilized the entire army to kill the rich valley. In the eyes of these robbers, the weak Chinese and the sparsely populated herders would definitely not resist, and the mountains-like forage grass will naturally belong to them.

But reality slapped them with a big mouth. The old-fashioned veterans who were usually humble and lowly today have become tigers and even dared to give up their lives to burn the city!

The raging fire burned all the grass, and the most important material of the Cossack cavalry was burned clean by a fire.

The fire could be clearly seen for more than twenty miles away. The gray-black ash was wrapped in the northwest wind, forming a black dragon soared into the sky.

Even in the middle of the night, you can see the dark smoke and dust covering the stars in the sky.

The Rakshasa ghosts were completely angered, and these robbers vented their anger to the people who fled east, and of course the very conspicuous British expedition team among them.

This is Central Asia, a three-regional area away from European and Asian civilizations. Even if there is a chaotic situation, the British may not be able to say anything.

The angry and embarrassed Cossack cavalry battalion commander issued a massacre order, including these British expeditions of unknown origin!

Papa... Gunshots sounded behind the fugitive team. The people who fled at the end of the team were beaten to death on the riverbed. The killing aroused the fear of the fugitive people. Screams and scolding were intertwined, making people feel troubled.

"Get out of here... all these damn cattle, sheep and animals are gone... don't block the way..."

"God, is life important or cattle and sheep important..."

Gordon was also scolding in the expedition team, Guan Lu and Doro were also scolding, and the entire expedition team had been defeated.

Just as Doro raised his whip to slap Thomas beside him, he suddenly had a glimmer of mind, "Oh... are you all stupid? There are so many cattle, sheep and horses here, all gathered together to rush back!"

"There are only five or six hundred Rakshasa ghosts in total, and the number of animals in Kapuchaga is no more than seventy or eighty thousand! They all rushed back and could definitely destroy the enemy..."

"Just dragging it out for an extra hour... we can escape!"

"Turn the animals back immediately and drive back! Let the animals rush to the enemy's team, and let cattle and sheep block the road..."

"Rich businessmen, don't run away with silk and jade on their backs, throw them to the ground... Those are robbers who are greedy and will definitely steal property. Then we will live..."

The words woke up the dreamer, and the entire expedition team began to shout. They encouraged the herdsmen around to give up the cattle and sheep and drive them back.

But they underestimated the abundance of herdsmen and merchants. These greedy ghosts need both life and money.

Cattle, sheep and animals are the lives of herders, and silk, porcelain and jade are the lives of merchants!

When these people heard the expedition team let them lose their lives, they were furious, "Get out! Why don't you lose your own things? If you want me to throw away cattle, sheep and property, then kill me first..."

Papa... The gunshot suddenly sounded from behind, which scared the retorts to shrink their necks and then stopped talking, and continued to run forward.

Gordon and Samuel Baker were so angry that they blew their beards, "Doesn't our debris! Leave only the literature and necessary food..."

"All the ore, plant, and animal specimens were lost...the Afghan specialty products we purchased were also lost!"
Chapter completed!