Chapter 605 Brothers, start working!

The Siberian Plain, the most abundant and most lush on this great plain, known for its desolation and cold, are the most lush, besides trees and beasts. The whole world seems to be covered by lush greens of varying depths. Occasionally, on those extremely high mountains, there are still eternal ice and snow left. Even in early autumn, the cold horn has begun to be blown.

A group of agile men in black quickly shuttled through the dense forest, occasionally leaving their steps, squatting down, carefully looking at the ground and surrounding trees, as if looking for some traces on it.

"The night they spent here only set out when the sun was rising today, leaving in this direction, about an hour away from now, and it was impossible to make a mistake." A man in black raised his head, pointed his fingers straight and affirmatively into the depths of the dense forest. He wore a black helmet on his head. Below the helmet was an authentic oriental face, with several irregular scars on his cheeks, neither like the trauma left by a sword, nor like the old traces left by a firearm.

It was a wild beast, the mark left on his face by the beasts wandering on the Siberian plains. Although they seemed hideous, they did not damage the respect of the soldiers in black clothes and black armor around him.

"Keep going!" After reaching his conclusion, a commander with a distinct captain's logo on his helmet gave an order, took a big step in the direction he pointed at, and continued to move forward.

"Brother, why are you so sure?" Next to him, a soldier couldn't help but ask the guide who was recruited into the special reconnaissance battalion in a low voice.

"If you have lived on this plain for thirty years, dealing with every tree and every beast here every day, and familiarizing yourself with everything about them, you will understand like me that the forest will tell you everything." The hideous soldier smiled at the questioner.

"You are so awesome!" The soldier could only express his respect to the one of the best hunters of the indigenous people living in the Siberian plains with admiration. If it weren't for his help these days, even the best special forces soldiers would have difficulty tracking the Russians who insisted on fleeing in the forest they were unfamiliar with.

In the past three or four days, they have killed at least 200 Russian defeated troops, but they have not yet captured the Russian Major General Petrov. The military headquarters has issued a strict order. In any case, the escaped Russian Major General cannot be allowed to escape from the encirclement.

A total of five or six teams like them were shuttled through the dense forest in order to hunt down those fugitives. The 30,000 Russian Expeditionary Force, except for less than 3,000 fugitives, were left in front of the Pianovo soldiers, regardless of their lives.

The only regret now is that the Russian marshal was killed by a shell shrapnel, while another commander, Russian Major General Petrov, fled into the jungle.

If he was asked to escape, then the so-called complete annihilation would become a joke. At least from the army Chang'an Kequ to the soldiers, they felt that they would not catch the damn major general. They were really shameless to put the inspiring word "full annihilation" when presenting the war report to His Majesty.

"Don't talk, keep moving forward!" The captain turned his head and said calmly. Soon, the whole team fell into silence again, like a group of wolves swimming deep in the jungle, approaching quickly towards their prey.

A group of people and horses, both physically and mentally exhausted, were walking in the forest that was so dense that they could not see the brilliant sunshine and the bright sky. They were just burying their heads and slowly moving forward. Even if the beautiful geese on the trees were singing cheerful songs, they could not even raise the slightest interest to appreciate them.

The heavy steps trampled on the rotten leaves and dead branches that had accumulated for many years, making an unpleasant creaking sound. The originally brand new and shiny leather boots on their feet had lost their former luster, only the dirt left on it, and the damaged areas scraped out by stones and shrubs, were wantonly showing their leather material.

Occasionally, one or two beasts passing through the forest looked at these strange outsiders with their strangely green and cold light. After weighing the strength of both sides, they resisted the desire to treat these foreign creatures as food in their mouths, and quietly retreated, hoping that they would have the opportunity to remain alone like countless beasts living in the dense forest.

Petrov was in the middle of the team, his meticulously combed blonde hair was now like the weeds that had experienced the strong wind in the desert, and his originally beautiful chin was now covered by the thick stubble he had always hated.

His breathing was as ugly as the ripped bellows and seemed powerless, and his steps were as heavy as a heavy wooden shackle on his back. Weary and hunger were like two terrible beasts, around their bodies and in the depths of their souls, and from time to time, reminding them of their shrill howls.

"Damn it, this will be an experience that I will never forget in my life." Pethrov raised his head and looked at the sunshine that shone through the mottled leaves, which shone on his face. A trace of warmth made him feel the urge to cry.

Looking at my hands that were so dirty that I couldn't see clearly, I thought that I could take a hot bath, make a cup of black tea every day, and occasionally drink wonderful spirits, but all of this changed a few days ago.

He fled every day, and was in a hurry to travel in this damn, unable to tell the direction, always being alert to the pursuit of the terrible Eastern soldiers and the attacks of beasts that would suddenly appear in the dark.

He saw with his own eyes an excellent Cossack Major who was bitten off by a gorgeous giant tiger with a length of more than two meters. Before all the frightened people could react, he dragged the major whose limbs were still twitching into the dense forest.

There are also those Oriental people, like a group of demons. No matter which direction they are running, they seem to be able to find traces of their own people from clues and ants. Sui doesn't know when they will appear. Sui's sudden gunfire has become the most frequent nightmare in the past few days.

When he first started to escape, at least hundreds of people followed him, but with each crisis, those followers either disappeared silently in the dense jungle, became delicious food in the mouth of beasts, or became targets for hunting by Eastern soldiers.

Now, his side, together with the guards, would not exceed one hundred and fifty men, and seventy-five horses. These horses who were struggling in the forest became the most important food for their escape in the days when they fled. Otherwise, Pethrov felt that he would have the possibility of being treated as food by these Cossacks and Russian soldiers who followed him to escape the next day.

Petrov didn't know how long he could last, but he was still persevering. His greatest hope was to escape back to the Uginsk Fortress, where he would get a delicious meal of hot soup and a few pieces of bread. Of course, it would be even better to have a few glasses of spirits.

It is precisely because of this belief that Petrov and his followers have the courage and strength to continue moving forward.

"General, what's wrong with you?" Just as Pethrov looked at the sunlight that was flowing from the leaves, a captain asked weakly. The tortures of these days had made him feel haggard. Now, the commander of the escape unit looked up at the leaves like a fool. The captain was a little worried that something had happened to the general's mental state.

"I feel very uncomfortable. Even if I stay here for an extra second, it will make me feel disgusted and uncomfortable. Those damn Easterners must pay the price they deserve. Yes, do you understand? My Captain!" Petrov stared at the captain with red eyes.

"Yes, General, what you are talking about is what we are implementing." Seeing Petrov's red eyes, as fierce as beasts who appeared in the jungle at night, the captain wisely chose the right answer.

"Very good, keep going, Captain, perform your duties." Petrov seemed to have noticed that his emotions were a little too intense, and tried hard to squeeze out a smile, signaling the team to continue moving forward. "We are not too far from Uginsk Fortress. Believe me, everyone. When we get there, we can enjoy it first, and then let Your Majesty know what is going on here and seek justice for us!"

It has to be said that the Major General Petrov has a keen judgment and a sixth sense. At least, just two hours after he said that, the dense forest gradually became sparse. At the end of the woods, the field was no longer a piece of desolate weeds, but a plump farmland with wheat planted on the ground. This scene aroused their collective cheers.

Pethrov was like a strong stag. Even if the sole of a leather boot was about to fall off, it still couldn't stop him from becoming the first Russian warrior to rush out of the jungle. The familiar field taste was so tempting from the ripe wheat fields, and the city silhouette of the fortress in the distance was so familiar and intimate.

Looking at the city blocks that appeared in the distance of the plain, the Ujinsk Fortress, the fortress that made them soul-coordinated dreams in the primeval forest finally appeared in front of them.

"God, I praise your kindness..." Looking at the distant city block, many people shed tears, let go of the horse reins that broke the calluses in their hands, and knelt on the dry land on the edge of the primeval forest and shouted loudly.

However, excitement and joy were so short that they didn't even have time to taste the joy of success carefully. The dense and rapid sound in the dense forest alarmed the horses and alarmed them.

"Give me this." Major General Petrov gave an order to his adjutant without hesitation, snatched the reins from the somewhat stunned adjutant and turned over the horse. Without even saying a polite thank you, he ran straight away. "Come on! Soldiers, come on." He shouted hypocritically, as if he was launching a fearless attack on the enemy's castle.

"It's them!" The shouts of oriental people came from the jungle. Then, put down their weapons and stopped the school and refused to kill them. This Russian sentence began to spread from the jungle toward the edge of the jungle.

"Damn bastard, I curse you, you coward who should go to hell." Major General Petrov's adjutant gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, trying hard to follow the direction of the horses moving forward. He didn't want to fall into the hands of those Easterners, nor did he want to die at their guns. Hope was ahead.

"Damn, these turtle grandsons are running so fast." The soldiers who rushed out of the jungle looked at the backs of the Russians who fled wildly, and then looked at the outline of the castle in the distance, couldn't help laughing out loud. "It seems that they are really eager to die." A soldier said so jokingly.

However, his immediate boss and the captain seemed very angry and slapped him in the head. "You're not chasing him, can we just give the credit for so many days to the independent brigade who stayed in the Ukinsk Fortress?"

Hearing the commander's words, the crowd who had just crawled out of the jungle and looked tired and full of conscientious suddenly turned their faces. It looked like watching their beautiful woman want to run away with the beggar. She shouted, and one and two rushed out frantically and chased forward at the speed of entering the bridal chamber of the groom.

"Aha, battalion commander, look, another idiot is coming to us." An oriental in a Cossack military uniform pointed to the traces of people emerging from the dense forest southeast of the city and shouted excitedly.

"Damn, can you make a little less sound?! It's not a new thing. So many fusses have come. Brothers, it's time for them to show off." Zhang Jin, the battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Independent Brigade who was napping beside the turret in the city wall, rolled his eyes impatiently and decided to continue to have a secret meeting with his wife who had just married for less than half a year in his dream under the auspices of Duke Zhou. The shouting of the soldier with a broken voice yelled out all his sleepiness. "Battery Commander, General, is a guy in the uniform of an old general came towards our south gate."

"Damn, can you be lucky?" Zhang Jin was so scared that he jumped up with a carp and rushed up. He rushed to the female wall in three or two steps, snatched the telescope in the soldier's hand and observed carefully.

Yes, he saw a line of cavalry and infantry running towards him, and the rider who was waving his arms at the front, although his clothes seemed very dirty, could still clearly show his identity, a Russian general.

However, when the telescope moved back and looked out, Zhang Jin couldn't help but grin: "Oh, the military special forces battalion is going to compete for merit with us. Open the city gate quickly and let those Russians shout and lure these white-sick Russians into the city. They are prisoners of war in our independent brigade!"

"Battery Commander, don't worry, brothers, start working!" The soldier next to him patted his chest and assured proudly.

Soon, more than a dozen decadent Russians were taken to the top of the city, and everyone's heart was held up by a sharp bayonet. They could only stand on the top of the city with a smile, cheering for those compatriots who have escaped here after thousands of difficulties...
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