.Shanhua, Zhu Jun was in the ten ministers, the guards were in the clan of the guards, and the Wuda Pixiong was in the corner of the courtyard, and the guards who arrived first were already standing with long halberds forked to their halberds. The neighbors who had heard the news also squeezed on the wall of the courtyard, and even climbed up to the roof to watch. There was no big man in Yongxing Lane. Even the emperor had to visit his family in person. I guess that's right, Yang Xiong, who used to be lying all day, was really a trace.

"Oh, that Yang Xiong used to be idle, but he didn't expect that he would make military achievements now. Tsk tsk        I underestimated him as a wealthy person, but now he's really in the process."

“Yes, yes”

The people promised, and in a moment, the courtyard was crowded with people, and more and more people were watching. Lao Yang had already borrowed the incense table and even lit the candle. When the neighbors heard that the emperor had come in person, they naturally wanted to lend it out. When the neighbors heard that the emperor was here, they all came out to watch with great interest. However, at this moment, it was time to work. Although there were many fun watching, it was not as crowded as there were people.

"Long live my emperor!" Zhu Jun walked out with a smile in the sound. The people climbing on the ridge of the courtyard wall, and the people climbing on the trees roared. Some even wanted to salute Zhu Jun. When Zhu Jun saw that the eaves and the people on the courtyard wall really wanted to salute, he would have to accidentally get hurt. He hurriedly said: "No need to be polite."

The old Yang still looked at Zhu Jun timidly and walked towards him, and said unconsciously: "Emperor, Emperor, Emperor

He pretended to kneel down, but Zhu Jun helped him up: "You are Mr. Yang? You have given birth to a good son. You don't have to be too polite. Lian doesn't like this polite thing.

Lao Yang had never seen the world and didn't know how to deal with it. He just shivered and felt something was wrong with what he wanted to say. He didn't say it, but he seemed a little rude. He just froze here like this. Seeing that he didn't like to talk too much, Zhu Jun said to an official of the Ministry of Rites beside him: "Come on, let's proclaim the order."

The official of the Ministry of Rites calmly unfolded the yellow silk scroll, coughed lightly and said solemnly: "The Emperor Fengtian Chengyun, the emperor, said: Yang Xiong, the captain of Thousand Houses, has made outstanding achievements in military affairs, and has ensured the peace of the people and the stability of the country. He is the great blessing of the court and the country. He ordered Longying to be the medal and was praised as the Lord. "I respect this."

Only after the imperial edict was read, Lao Yang realized that he had to kneel down when he received the imperial edict. However, he was panicked for a moment and forgot. However, no one blamed him. After the official of the Ministry of Rites finished reading it, he immediately knelt down and said, "Old man received the imperial edict!"

Then the soldiers came in with boxes of brocade and utensils and objects. Only then did the onlookers realize that Yang Xiong had become a lord. He sighed for a moment, sighing loudly, and he saw that Xiao Yang Xiong was definitely an extraordinary person a few years ago, and he sighed with a little jealousy. Even Yang Xiong, a thief, was awarded the title. He had a lot of talent and passion in his chest and abdomen, but he was still mediocre, and he only sighed that Zhuge Liang did not come to visit the cottage three times.

Lao Yang was naturally overjoyed. At first, he heard that the soldiers came to take his son, and fainted in fear. Later, he heard that it was a court praise, so he naturally became much more cheerful. However, when he heard that it was Lord Fucun, he was naturally overjoyed. Although he was illiterate and did not read the newspaper, the old man was fine. It was common for him to chat with a few people and then he had heard of the Lord's affairs.

Speaking of which, the titles of the Ming Dynasty are actually quite small, but how many kilograms can be obtained? Apart from military merits, it is impossible to imagine that those generals who have expanded their territory can become counts, marquis, and some even enthroned them as kings, but there are very few such people. Except for those who have been enthroned, they have basically not been enthroned in recent years. Although this Lord is a little colder than the duke, it is more glorious than those high-ranking titles. For example, the Ming Dynasty court implemented a diminishing system. I was a duke, and my son was demoted to marquis. After several generations, he became a commoner. The Lord was passed down from generation to generation. The duke was a golden rice bowl, so the Lord was a serious iron rice bowl. As long as you have a male family, you will never be ruined.

"Old man thanks the emperor for his grace"

Zhu Jun smiled and said, "The wind is strong in the yard. The old man is old. Let's accompany you to the house and talk.

"Ah? OK! The emperor came to the humble house and shining brightly." Old Yang finally regained his usual beauty. Seeing that the emperor looked amiable and brave, he led Zhu Jun into the house. The people outside stretched their necks and looked enviously, but they were saying in their hearts: "If I had known that all the soldiers would be treated like this, they should have joined the army. Maybe they would have made achievements. If they could do it, they would have made achievements. If they could not do it, they would have to persuade the three children at home to work hard to practice their skills. When they grow up, they would let him apply for the martial arts lecture hall.

Outside Rostov's city, Cossack cavalry composed of 30,000 people slowly formed a charge formation, standing in the wind and snow, looking extremely awe-inspiring. Some of them were even transferred from Siberia and Moscow near the front line, and the cavalry was the most mobile. Therefore, after Rostov was captured, the Cossack cavalry regiments from all over the country were immediately transferred, and the soldiers of the Gejiyou were staying outside the city for two days. A militia from the surrounding area came one after another. You ordered. They did not need to attack the city immediately, but just squatted outside the city to prevent the Ming army from escaping.

Rostov's fall not only made the Russians feel strongly panic, but also made them feel great insults. Since the Duchy of Moscow was changed to the Russian Empire, the Russians have never allowed any enemy to penetrate into their hinterland. This is absolutely shameful. They have continued to expand, and this continuous expansion has lasted for centuries. Even the most incompetent Tsar, perhaps the mess he had dealt with government affairs, but this boundary has never shrunk.

But now, the Ming Dynasty not only launched an offensive against Siberia, but also sent an army to directly extend into Russia's hinterland, which was only a few miles away from Russia, and occupied the longest and largest port city in the Russians' history. This was tantamount to angering all the Russians.

Khchatov was the commander-in-chief of the Cossack Cavalry. As an excellent old soldier, he pursed his lips and looked at the dragon cavalry regiment that had come out of the city. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The cavalry behind him controlled the manic war horses under his seat. Khchatov turned around and ordered: "Let these Han people gather together, and no attacks are allowed."

"Yes. The adjutant behind the general naturally understood Khatov's thoughts. If the Ming army was huddled in the city, the Cossack cavalry would have no choice but to do anything. The only way was to let the dragoons come out to fight to the death with them. Now the dragoons seemed to have had this idea and began to gather under the city wall. Khatov did not want his cavalry to charge and let the dragoons retreat back to the city, so he would rather miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All he did was to annihilate all the Han cavalry and wash away the shame of the empire.

"Young man, are you ready?" Khchatov whispered. This is naturally not really for the cavalry behind him. Perhaps this is just a habit of a veteran before the battle. He was full of confidence in the Cossack cavalry. In Eastern Europe and even Central Europe, the name of the Cossack cavalry once made their enemies frightened. As long as the Cossack cavalry appeared, it would mean victory and glory. He believed that as long as these dragon cavalry dared to fight with the Cossack cavalry face to face, the final winner would definitely belong to the Cossack corps.

Opposite the Cossack Cavalry, the 30,000 dragon cavalry regiments slowly gathered and formed a formation at the same time. According to the original plan, Bai Cheng was unwilling to engage in too much with the enemy. After all, this is the hinterland of the enemy country, and he only had 30,000 people. If he defeated one enemy, more enemies would come. He was not idiot to face Russia with a dragon cavalry regiment. However, Rostov was still four or five miles away from the port. Of course, it would take some effort to move the treasure to the port. The Cossack Cavalry under the city was undoubtedly the biggest threat. If this group of cavalry could not be solved once and for all, it would be even more troublesome when he retreated. After thinking about it, Bai Cheng still issued an order to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

Thirty thousand old cavalry soldiers rode war horses, assembled in their clothes, set up their formations on the city wall, and began to slowly sternly advance, ready to charge.

General Khchatov calmly watched the dragon cavalry slowly approaching this side and away from the city wall. He couldn't help but feel excited, and pulled out the saber from his waist, turned his head and looked back at the densely packed cavalry behind him: "Avenge the shame!"

"Ula," the sound of mountains and seas responded to him. In Russian, Ula was the slogan that almost all Russian soldiers shouted when they were about to charge, which means long live.

The swords were drawn out of the sheepskin scabbard, and the swords were like forests, and the cold light flashed in the wind and snow all over the sky.

In Bai Cheng's eyes, the Cossack cavalry slowly appeared in the snow field, and then became clearer. First, it was just a person, and then a piece of them. They rode their horses and slowly pressed forward. The strong wind was mixed with snowflakes, and their steps forward were very firm, without a single pause.

Bai Cheng also drew out his battle knife and roared: "Blow the trumpet, humble brow!"

"Woooo" the horns are low, and they are encouraging the hearts of the dragon cavalry like a war song. They pulled out their riding mirrors one after another. As Bai Cheng, who was charging in front, began to slowly ride his horse. At the beginning, the degree was not fast, and as the degree increased, they gradually ran wildly. The strong wind whistled in his ears, and the snowflakes slapped the faces of the soldiers, and the sound of the clattering horse hooves stepping on the snow resounded.

"Kill the velvet to serve the country!" Someone roared in the horse's herd.

"For His Majesty the Emperor!" The cavalry slowly began to disperse their formation.

"Kill!" Khchatov raised his sword high, and the mysterious sound of the Ming army's horn sounded also burst out with anger.

"Ula". Like a strong wind swaying leaves, the Cossack cavalry danced high with swords and shouted and charged, driving the horses in the snow.

The two torrents each held their weapons and charged each other. They were about to approach, and the dragon cavalry in the front row continued to gallop on their horses and raised their cavalry toward each other with a skillful twist. Then they took back the cavalry at an extremely fast speed, pulled out the sword, and collided with the cavalry on the opposite side wildly.

"Bang bang bang hundreds of cavalry and rifles made sounds at the same time. The Cossack cavalry that rushed in front looked like crops swept by sickles. In an instant, they fell down in a row, and their momentum was in a bad state. Seeing that Lu Kang could collide with the enemy. After being attacked by the Ming army, the charge formation was not as sharp as before.

Then, the two torrents finally collided. As Khatov expected, the Ming cavalry was slightly inferior to the Cossacks who grew up on horseback in individual cavalry warfare. Although the Cossack momentum was suppressed by this cavalry, after the two armies collided, Khatov believed that he could still completely overwhelm the Han people.

The dragon cavalry regiment inserted into the middle of the Cossack cavalry group like a long sword did not directly use a sword or spear to rush to death as Khatov imagined. Instead, he used a sword to collided with the Cossack cavalry. After the horse was exhausted, he quickly took out his small cavalry and shot at the enemy beside him.

The structure of the cavalry is similar to that of the short-term system, but the cavalry is more suitable for cavalry shooting than the short-term system. It has also been improved in aiming and recoil, and can also shoot six bullets in a row, especially suitable for close-range shooting. Often, the Cossack cavalry who saw the Ming soldiers who wanted to get close to the net in the chaos, they were raised and shot to the ground. At such a close distance, the dragon cavalry did not have to aim at it.

Just as the two sides had just met, Khatov realized that the Han people in front of him were completely different from what he thought. They were not only very familiar with equestrians, but also extremely fierce. What made him even more difficult to understand was that the cavalry of the Ming army used the cavalry, which was originally not suitable for cavalry. What surprised Khatov even more was that these fire sharps did not hinder the mobility of the cavalry and the flexibility of the cavalry, but did not require long-term loading of ammunition, and could actually attack continuously. This made Juqu Mengxun feel an ominous feeling.

In fact, the Ming cavalry's combat skills were indeed not as good as the Cossack cavalry, but their courage was not lower than that of the Cossack cavalry. Their movements were very simple, and they could be said to have no skills. They first pulled out their cavalry and shot at the enemy beside them, then pulled out their combat swords and continued to strangle the enemy. This combat method caused the Cossacks to suffer a great loss. Often, they were shot off the horse when they were approaching. Then a cavalry holding a combat knife roared past, and the blade slashed down to kill them.

Khchatov had never seen such a group of cavalry with poor skills but murderous auras, and their weapons made the Cossack cavalry feel a little powerless. The enemy was right in front of him, but at a distance of only one or two meters, he might have been shot. Moreover, the sound of fire mirrors everywhere around him made the war horses under the Cossack cavalry a little out of control. After all, these war horses are different from the war horses riding by the dragon cavalry. The war horses of the dragon cavalry have experienced countless practices, and they are almost completely free from fatigue when the sound of the fire.

The Cossacks on the battlefield never felt so cowardly. They were once famous for their toughness, but when they met this group of dragon cavalry that seemed to be covered with thorns, they really couldn't take out the kind of back and forth rushing forward and swords dancing. Who knew when would a gun be caught behind them?

After the two cavalry collided, they first stalemate, and then countless sounds of fire came from all directions of the battlefield. The mentality of the cavalry of the two armies changed greatly. The dragon cavalry became more and more brave and held the cavalry and fired randomly. After the six bullets were shot, they immediately drew out a long sword and slashed the Cossacks. The Cossacks were first excited, but soon, the blood was extinguished by the fire commanders everywhere. The courage could not stop the bullets, and their strong muscles could not make them invulnerable. Until now, Khchatov understood why the dragon cavalry deliberately dispersed in formation during the charge. Isn’t they want to avoid charge and drag the Cossacks into a melee?

Later, the sound of Fire System became increasingly sparse. After all, there was no chance to load ammunition on the chaotic battlefield. After riding the mirror and shooting, he could only use a sword to face the enemy. This made the Cossacks slightly regain some confidence. Some of the Cossacks shouted in the chaos: "Ula,"

"Ula," the Cossack cavalry in every corner of the battlefield responded loudly, and the courage returned to the warriors. They used their superb riding skills to quickly find their enemies.

Despite this, Khchatov still could not see the hope of victory. He understood that these dragoons had completely grasped the initiative of the war in the early stages of the battle. They used the cavalry to shoot and kill the new forces of the Cossack cavalry in large numbers. Unless they had a miracle, even if his soldiers fought back heroically, the Cossack cavalry regiment, which had already fallen into a disadvantage, would not have a chance to turn around. After all, those dragoons who gave up fire-coordination shooting and changed to close-killing forces were not much inferior to the Cossack cavalry, especially in terms of courage.

Since this is the case, the ever-winning legion is destined to experience failure, then let this snow field be the graveyard of the Cossack cavalry. Khchatov's heart was filled with heavy sorrow. Instead of depression, he cheered up his spirits, lifting his sword higher like a triumphant warrior: "Avenge the shame!"

"Ula" sounds like death knell echoing on the battlefield for a long time."
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