Mudanjiang Town is extremely busy right now, with offshore barges parked on the river, almost filling up the river. On the shore are a series of military camps, as well as warehouses full of supplies.

"Woo......" A shrill whistle sounded.

A train pulled into the Mudanjiang station, and a large number of musket militiamen jumped out of the stuffy tank cars. They sat in the van for several hours, and most of them came here with excitement and confusion on their faces, looking around at their surroundings.

Liu Degui jumped out of the car, shouted the password loudly, and put the messy company in order and lined up in a neat formation. Then, under the guidance of several fighters from the Logistics Department of the Military Commission, they came to the camp where they were.

Along the way, the banks of the river are full of continuous military camps, cars and agricultural vehicles are neatly placed together, the river is densely packed with boats covering the river, and the entire Mudanjiang Town is filled with the atmosphere of an imminent war.

Liu Degui was very excited, and his body couldn't help trembling slightly. Being in such an atmosphere and feeling the breath of the Jin Ge Iron Horse will be infected. It seems that this is really going to fight the Tartars, and it has been several years since I left Liaodong, and I have dreamed of going back to my hometown to take a look, and now I finally have the opportunity to kill back.

Ningguta, Maolianwei and Tawyn Fort in the Eastern Theater are also heavily armed. Three mountain regiments, three independent death brigades, and a large number of combat and logistical support units were stationed here long before the onset of winter, and three westward detachments were formed. The three westward detachments were equipped with a large number of horses, carrying a large number of supplies and supplies to advance with the troops.

After the winter training, the indigenous militia members returned to their villages, reunited with their families for a few days, and then put on armor and set out with bows and arrows. The entire Vladivostok district was filled with bands of indigenous militia, converging like a trickling stream towards Ningguta, Maorenwei and Tawinburg.

When each militia arrives at the assembly site, they receive their personal supplies for the expedition. These include compressed biscuits, fried noodles, canned whale meat, first aid kits, medicines, military sleeping bags, raincoats, and a bunch of underwear socks and a change of underwear.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the Eastern Military Region Headquarters in Mudanjiang Town was also very busy, and Gao Jianguo and Political Commissar Shi Mingfeng were standing in front of a huge sand table in the headquarters.

Shi Mingfeng raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Gao Jianguo in a deep voice: "Commander, the time is up." ”

Gao Jianguo nodded, picked up the radio microphone beside him, and shouted loudly: "The first, second, and third detachments of the westward march will immediately organize the troops and attack and advance to the west." ”

In the headquarters of the westward detachment, everyone was nervously waiting for orders. When they heard Gao Jianguo's words, the three westward detachments suddenly became busy. The whole camp remembered the sound of the hurried military trumpet, and a group of soldiers dressed up and ran out of the barracks to line up. Under the leadership of Qiao Haipeng, Gao Qiang, and Qiang Quansheng, the three eastward detachments advanced to the west and drilled into the vast mountains.

At this point, the Far Eastern Company's attack on the Liaodong Tartars also kicked off.

The westward detachment set off earlier than the other participating units, and they had to trek in the mountains for more than ten days before the rest of the participating troops of the Central Military Commission began to move. In the past 10 days, the three westward detachments have to climb hundreds of kilometers of deep mountains and old forests, and the troops will have to work very hard along the way.

In the early spring, the mountain and forest roads were muddy, and the 2nd Westward Advance Detachment of the Eastern Military Region was trekking hard in the mountains. Ben La Lantern was at the front of the troop with a platoon of sharp knives, and several platoons of indigenous militia of old hunters were scattered in the mountains and forests near them.

They had been walking on the treacherous mountain roads for a few days, and now they had reached the area near Hetun Jiwei and began to enter the actual control area of the Tartars. This road was discovered by the special combat team and the mountain regiment after many infiltrations in the past two years.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the woods next to him, and Ben Ra Lantern raised his fist, and all the warriors behind him hid and prepared for battle.

I saw two indigenous militiamen running out of the woods, these were two old hunters who were scouting in front, and Benla Lantern immediately met them. An indigenous militiaman panted, "We found a town in front of us, and we have climbed two hills to get there. ”

Benla Lantern told the troops to stay in hiding, and then went to a forest ahead with the two natives, lay down in a bush, and looked at a town ahead with a telescope.

The town was built on the side of a river bend between two mountains, and a small river meandered down the mountain, and the town was built along the river. A two-meter-high earthen enclosure was built outside the town, but there were no Tartar armor soldiers, only some ordinary bannermen stood sporadically on the earthen enclosure.

Benla Lantern turned his head and said to the two indigenous militiamen, "Have you touched the area around the town?" ”

"We've all touched it, and there are several villages around the town, all of which are small villages with 100 households."

Ben Laden nodded and said, "You gather a few platoons around you and let them go to the place just now to reconcile." ”

The two indigenous militiamen nodded, turned and burrowed into the woods. Ben Ladeng returned to the hidden place of the troops, called the messenger over, picked up the microphone and reported to the strong power in the rear: "Detachment leader, the sharp knife platoon has found a town in front. ”

"The sharp knife platoon is on standby, I'll go over immediately, you pay attention to the concealment ......"

After a while, Qiang Quansheng ran up with several battalion commanders, and went to the front with Ben Ladeng to observe. Then he returned to the place where the troops were hidden, and where the main force was not needed, he summoned the battalion commanders of several indigenous militia battalions and gave them orders.

"We still have a long way to go, we don't have time to collect the prisoners and booty, and the town and the surrounding villages need to make sure that no chickens and dogs are left behind, and not a single one is let go."

After receiving the order of the strong victory, several battalions of indigenous militia, taking advantage of the cover of the surrounding mountains and forests, covertly touched and surrounded the fort. Several villages around Tunpu also sent several militia companies to carefully wrap up.

Originally, this town did not have an earthen enclosure outside, all because a group of powerful pirates appeared in the East China Sea two years ago, so the larger villages and towns near Hetun Jiwei were built earthen enclosures. In the first year, the nearby Qiding was quite nervous, but more than two years have passed, and the soil fence here has become a virtual reality.

Several battalions of indigenous militia unloaded the Furlong machine cannon and the Tiger Zun cannon on their horses, and were carried by a group of strong indigenous men, and together with many indigenous militiamen, surrounded the town in front. Sniper teams of several mountain regiments also followed behind them, each looking for a vantage point more than two hundred meters from the town.

A few bannermen on the earthen fence were gathering and chatting, unaware of the aboriginal militia in ambush in the nearby woods. A "bang" gunshot, a ball of blood suddenly appeared on the chest of a Tartar, and several people around him were stunned by this sudden change.

Then a rapid burst of gunfire rang out one after another, knocking down several Tartars on the earthen fence. The Tartars in the town were also alarmed by the sound of gunfire, and rushed to the earthen fence with bows and arrows.

"Ah......h

A group of indigenous militia roared out of the nearby mountains and forests, after several months of winter training, the strong indigenous militia carried more than 100 pounds of Franc machine cannons, carrying dozens of pounds of Huzun cannons, but still ran fast, and after a while rushed to the front of Tuweizi.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

Several Tartars who were about to bend their bows and arrows on the soil enclosure were knocked to the ground by the sniper team hiding in the forest. More than 100 indigenous militia musketeers, under the cover of more than a dozen shield bearers, bravely rushed to a place dozens of meters in front of the earthen enclosure, picked up the modified musket guns, and fired several rows of volleys at the tartars on the earthen enclosure. Pressed the Tartar bannermen on the earthen fence so that they couldn't lift their heads.

Two indigenous artillery companies carried 20 small cannons and quickly set up small cannons nearly 100 meters in front of the two gates of Tuweizi. They didn't practice anything else in this year's winter training, but they loaded and unloaded their guns on their horses over and over again, then carried small cannons, carried ammunition, ran 500 meters in one go, and then quickly set up cannons, loaded them, took aim, and fired them.

I trained these indigenous artillerymen so uncomfortably, and then I saw that the small cannons were about to vomit. But after thousands of hard exercises, the effect is really good. The movements of the indigenous artillerymen are very fast, and many movements have already formed consciousness, and they can be made with their eyes closed.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

In just a moment's effort, several Furlong machine mother cannons had already fired, and a few solid bullets of 5 taels and 9 yuan were knocked out, and they were smashed on the two dilapidated wooden gates. Only three of the four Furlong guns were fired, and the two wooden doors were shattered and collapsed.

At this time, there was a neighing of war horses in the earthen enclosure, and dozens of war horses rushed out of the earthen enclosure. As soon as they rushed out, more than a dozen Tiger Venerable cannons roared angrily.

Each Huzun cannon fired nearly 100 lead bullets weighing five coins, and in an instant, dozens of bannermen riding war horses were blown into thousands of holes, and they fell off their war horses one after another. The few bannermen who were lucky enough to escape were also knocked down by a salvo organized by dozens of indigenous militia musketeers.

The indigenous artillerymen of the two artillery companies began to reload, and then lifted the Huzun cannon weighing dozens of catties, and rushed directly to a place more than ten meters away from the city gate to re-set up the artillery, and fired out another round of scattered shells.

Hundreds of scorching buckshot blasted away dozens of Tartars who were preparing to seal the gate at the city gate. The indigenous militia in the back roared and rushed into the earthen fence. They strictly followed the example they had done in the winter training for street warfare, with several indigenous militiamen at the front of the ranks, holding wooden shields as high as one man, and the musketeers fired several volleys behind the wooden shields, and then the archers fired their bows and arrows, and then the wooden shieldmen moved forward, and fired another musket salvo and the archers fired a volley.

It was not until they stormed the center of the town that the indigenous militias from both directions began to form squads and spread out to attack the town. There are only a few armed bannermen guarding here, how can they stop more than a thousand wolf-like indigenous militiamen.

The powerful won the order not to leave the chickens and dogs, so the indigenous militia let go of their hands and feet, and a layer of blood filled the town, and there were cries and screams everywhere. In less than an hour, the town and several surrounding villages were slaughtered by them. R1152