On the railway construction site on the shore of Lake Baikal, Yuan Wenbi walked on the construction site panting, carrying a heavy railroad track. Although the climate was cold, he was still tired and sweaty. He had to work hard, because the soldiers on the side of Zheng Zheng were all fierce and vicious, and I heard that many of the soldiers were not even Han Chinese, they were all born in the mountains and forests of the northeast, and once Yuan Wenbi was still a slave of those banner people who did not work hard, he was immediately whipped up with a whip.

Yuan Wenbi really couldn't figure it out, since he was a born girl in the mountains and forests, why did he take refuge in the Han people? They should be loyal to the Manchus.

But how did Yuan Wenbi know that these raw Jurchens were actually not banner people at all, and the Eight Banners looked down on these savages, when the Rakshasa people came, when these raw Jurchens were slaughtered by the Rakshasas, where were the Eight Banners? If it weren't for Zheng Xi's army to resist the Rakshasas in time, I'm afraid that most of the Shengnuzhen would have been killed by the Rakshasas.

Just when Yuan Wenbi was thinking wildly, his feet slipped and fell on the snow, and the railroad track on his shoulder fell heavily to the ground, smashing the unprepared Leerbei behind him, and Leerbei let out a ghostly wolf howl.

Leerbay was the son of Leerjin, who had died at the hands of the Ming army, and his son Leerbei became a slave.

"Master, the slave didn't mean it." Yuan Wenbi saw that he had injured Leerbei because of his mistake, so he hurriedly stepped forward and knelt in front of Leerbei and kowtowed.

"Snap" A cowhide whip was whipped heavily, Yuan Wenbi's tattered cotton jacket became even more torn, and a blood mark immediately appeared on his back and neck, and the hot pain was unbearable.

"Get up! Get to work! What master slave's? Tell you, you don't have a master now! All of you, all our slaves! A soldier of the Zheng Raid Army yelled with a black face on his face.

The soldiers of Zheng Xijun wore warm down jackets, warm woolen sweaters inside, leather hats on their heads, cowhide gloves on their hands, and fur boots on their feet, covering their bodies tightly, and they didn't feel cold at all, and these Eight Banner slaves only had a torn cotton coat that had not been washed for several years, and the cotton inside had almost fallen off.

"He was smashed in the foot." Yuan Wenbi begged the Ming sergeant to speak.

"You can work even if you're injured!" The soldier yelled, "If you don't fix the railroad sooner, you'll all have to die when the Rakshasas come!" None of them can escape! ”

It is said that the length of this railway will reach nearly 10,000 kilometers, starting from Vladivostok, passing through the northeast, passing through Manchuria, Chita and Lake Baikal, entering the endless Siberian wilderness, all the way to the west, and finally over the Ural Mountains and into the territory of the Rakshasa Kingdom. The railway was constructed in multiple sections at the same time, and more than 200,000 slaves were employed, of which the Eight Banners slaves were part, and the other slaves were Turkic slaves and Indian slaves.

As for whether the Indian slaves can withstand the cold, it is not something that Zheng Xi considers, anyway, if they die, they will die, and there are so many Indians that a group of slaves will die, and the Western Expeditionary Army will send a batch over.

It was easy to get into the dark, and Yuan Wenbi, who had been tired all day, helped Leerbei back to the shed.

"Master, those Ming dogs are so cruel, your feet are injured like this, and they won't let you rest. It is also the slave who deserves death, and it is the slave who accidentally injured the master. Yuan Wenbi tore off a piece of cloth from his cuffs, bandaged Leerbei's wound and said.

Lelbey's foot was smashed by a railroad track, and he was busy with the injury all day, and his foot can be said to be basically useless.

The shed is very simple, it is a shed built of wood, and there is a charcoal basin in it to keep warm, but because it is ventilated on all sides, it does not have much effect of keeping warm.

The Ming army camp outside is like heaven compared to the shack where these slaves lived, the Ming army lived in a thick cement house, there was a boiler room next to the house, which could be heated, and water pipes were laid under the wooden floor of the house, and the hot water in the boiler room entered the water pipes, and the whole room was warm as spring.

On the four corners around the compound of the railway site headquarters, there is a fortress in each of them, and these fortresses also have heating inside, and the Ming soldiers can sit comfortably in it and wait for the rabbits, once the Rakshasa people come to attack the fortress, the Ming soldiers can hide in the warm fortress and shoot at the Rakshasa people in the ice and snow outside.

Early the next morning, Yuan Wenbi and Leerbe were woken up by the foreman, and it was five o'clock in the morning, and the winter morning in the Baikal area was very late, when the sky was still full of stars, and the slaves were woken up to work on the construction site.

Lelbé limped out of the shed and onto the railway construction site.

At eight o'clock in the morning, before the sky was completely bright, the slaves, who had been busy for nearly three hours, began to eat breakfast, breakfast was the so-called porridge made from rice bran and wheat bran mixed with wild vegetables and tree bark, this kind of thing, Yuan Wenbi couldn't swallow it at all before, but now he drank it with relish, after all, it was their food. On the construction site, lunch is steamed with cornmeal and sweet potato flour, and dinner is the same as breakfast.

Before I finished breakfast, I heard someone shouting, "The Rakshasa people are here!" ”

A flutter of snowflakes rose on the snow, and the shadow of the Cossack cavalry appeared in front, followed by a large group of Rakshasa musketeers.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All the people shouted.

"Take up arms and prepare to meet the enemy!" A Ming sergeant shouted.

The slaves did not have guns in their hands, but their tools of labor could also be used as weapons. Yuan Wenbi picked up an iron chisel, and Leerbei picked up a hoe.

"Bang Bang Bang" The Ming sergeant who served as the overseer and guard opened fire, and a row of gunshots burst like beans, and the Cossack cavalry in the snow fell from their horses one after another.

Although the Ming army had already used breech guns, the Ming army was not very numerous, and a single rifle that had to be loaded with one shot could not stop the cavalry charge at all. In the blink of an eye, the Cossack cavalry had already rushed to the slaves.

The Ming army put the slaves on the periphery and hid themselves in the circle. These slaves also knew that once they were rushed to by the Rakshasas, they would not survive, so they also worked very hard to resist the attacks of the Rakshasas.

The Rakshasa musketeers who followed the Cossack cavalry opened fire, and Yuan Wenbi saw with his own eyes that a row of slaves in front of him sprayed blood mist and fell heavily in the snow.

The Cossack cavalry rushed into the formation of slaves, and the horses in front of them were pierced by iron drills and tripped over the rails, but the front row of slaves was also knocked out by the cavalry.

Yuan Wenbi saw with his own eyes that a slave of the Eight Banners in front of him was beheaded by the Cossack cavalry. He immediately picked up a long iron hammer and stabbed one of the Cossack cavalrymen hard, knocking the cavalryman off his horse.

But the second Cossack cavalry had already rushed to him, and with a flash of swords, Yuan Wenbi only felt that his neck was cold, and the whole person was light, and he flew into the sky. He subconsciously looked down, only to see that his body was still on the ground, and it was only his head that flew into the sky, and it didn't take long for his head to lose consciousness, fall into the snow, and be trampled into a rotten watermelon by a cavalryman.

https:

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.