In November, cold winds blow from high in Siberia, and the temperature in the north plummets.

On the vast sea, a fleet of ships, in the cold wind, was blown aimlessly by the air current, undulating and drifting in the waves.

On the sea boat, the men of the Manchu, Mongolian, Han, and Korean ethnic groups who escaped from the mouth of the Wudi River crowded on the deck, one by one, with their knees crossed, sitting on the ground, and their bodies had long lost their previous pride.

The men hugged their knees, lowered their heads, their eyes were dull, their expressions were miserable, and there were four words on their faces: "panic, despair"!

After the Qing army came to the Wudi River, it clashed with the Rakshasa people constantly, and the camp was attacked by the Rakshasa people from time to time, and the losses were extremely heavy, and even the Queen Mother was taken away by the Rakshasas.

Originally, Bolo and the others, seeing that they were not the opponents of the Rakshasas, were ready to go to Sakhalin Island in the east by boat, but Yue Le led thousands of remnants of the army over, which boosted the morale of the Qing army and made Bolo see a glimmer of hope, so thousands of Qing soldiers surrounded the fortress of the Rakshasa people, preparing to be ashamed.

The Qing army besieged the Rakshasas in the fortress, and several strong attacks ended in failure, so Bolo besieged the fortress while collecting food, preparing for a long siege, trapping the Rakshasas in the fortress and forcing them to surrender.

This time lasted until September, but the situation suddenly took a sharp turn, and more than a thousand Rakshasa cavalry from the west suddenly came to help, and the Qing army was caught off guard and was defeated by the Rakshasas.

In this battle, the Qing army suffered great losses, coupled with low morale, and was no longer able to drive away the Rakshasas, and the Rakshasas pressed forward step by step, raiding the Qing army camp, Bolo and others fled to the mouth of the Udi River in a hurry, and finally decided to move to Sakhalin Island in the east of the sea to avoid the Rakshasas.

It's just that the Qing army moved all the way north, and there was a shortage of materials, and Bolo gave priority to satisfying the Manchurians, so that many Han and Koreans who were coerced starved to death and froze to death one after another.

In addition to the North Korean sailors, who had previously sailed near the coast and lacked experience in crossing the sea, the fleet missed Sakhalin Island perfectly and continued to sail eastward.

The ships were built by Haoge in order to meet the Qing army in the Guannei and prepare to go to Shandong to meet Dolgon's arrival in North Korea, and the ships were quite strong, but in the face of the wind and waves in the North Pacific, the ships still could not withstand it, and the ships had sunk half of them all the way, which made everyone feel desperate.

By this time the ship was running out of food, and what was even more desperate was that the fresh water had run out, and they had no idea where they were going or where they were going.

Cold, thirsty, and fearful tore at the men on the ship, and the sick horn kept moaning, consuming the last trace of energy of the men on the ship.

Bolo, Nikan, and Yue Le, sitting on a wooden box, their bare scalps, had grown half an inch of hair, and the cold and hunger made them pale, and their lips were chapped, and they had no lust.

"Where are we going now?" Fu Lin's face turned pale.

Neither of Bolo spoke, and there was a dead silence on the ship.

The sea is no better than the land, they sailed for more than ten days in a row, and there was still a sea around them, as if they were not moving, which made Bolo and the others desperate.

Around Fulin, whether it is Manchu or Han, it is not sentimental.

At this moment, on the lookout of the mast, a man suddenly shouted, "Look at the land!" ”

Bolo jumped to his feet and subconsciously asked, "Where, where is the land?" ”

The men on the deck were in a commotion, and they all stood up and looked around, and the voices of the people on the bucket sounded again, "In the east!" ”

Bolo and the others, who don't know where they got the strength, strode towards the side of the boat one by one, Fu Lin tripped over the messy ropes on the boat, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted, but fortunately Yue Le helped him up.

"Look, it's land!" The men who rushed to the side of the ship suddenly jumped up and let out a burst of cheers.

Bolo panted as a cow and stood on the side of the ship, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked around, and sure enough, there was a black line more than ten miles away.

"It's land, yes!" Nikan cheered.

Under the cold wind, several people were shivering, but the excitement on their faces could not be hidden, Bolo was so excited that his tone changed, and he suddenly raised his arms and said: "Quick, open there for this king!" ”

The men on the boat were so excited that they shook hands and hugged each other as a sign of encouragement.

I thought I would die of thirst, starvation, and disease at sea, but I didn't expect to meet the land in such a desperate situation.

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In November, a cold snap swept through the mountains and fields with light snow.

At the foot of a huge mountain range, there are more than 100 earthen houses and wooden houses, and next to each wooden house, there is some reclaimed land, on which there are still withered crops, which are the corn grown in a large area in the dry land of northern Wei.

Next to the house, there are some fences, in which some animals are kept in captivity, women in fur and hair, are standing outside the house, preparing breakfast, men with feathers on their heads and oil paint on their faces, stretching their waists out, the atmosphere is calm and peaceful.

However, just two miles away from the tribe, a group of men dressed in tattered armor and armed with war knives and muskets approached silently, as if wolves were about to hunt them.

At this time, a group of people slowly approached the tribe, the figure inside was already faintly visible, Yue Le pointed the long knife to the left and right, and the men behind him were divided into two groups, outflanked left and right, and the people in the tribe were unaware, and continued to be busy with their own affairs, not knowing that the disaster was coming.

"Kill!" Approaching the tribe, Yue Le's gaze swept over the unsuspecting natives, and suddenly let out a roar.

The Qing soldiers jumped up, picked up their weapons and charged at the tribe, the roar shattered the silence of the early morning, and more than a thousand Qing soldiers suddenly roared loudly and rushed towards the tribe.

The tribe was suddenly attacked, the man was shot down by a musket, and suddenly the cry suddenly rose, and men, women, and children ran out of the house, running in all directions, but they were blocked back by the Qing army.

Many men with oil paint on their faces gathered around an old man with feathers on his head, picked up weapons to resist, and shot many Qing soldiers with bows and arrows, but their equipment was too poor, and they were not opponents of the Qing army after all, and were quickly killed by most of the Qing army.

In a short time, the Qing army took control of the entire tribe, and the men, women, and children of the tribe were surrounded by the chief, looking at this group of uninvited guests with fear on their faces.

The chief said something loudly, but the Qing soldiers didn't understand it at all, and they didn't intend to understand what he said.

At this time, Nikan was about to kill them all, but Bolo waved his hand to stop them from continuing to kill, "Stay first, it's still useful!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the old man with a feather on his head, and said to his subordinates: "Take care of it first, and bring it to me later." ”

(End of chapter)