On another plane, two hundred years later, the Yankee Patton once said of the Russians: "The difficulty in understanding the Russians is that we do not really recognize that they are not Europeans, but Asians, and that they do things not in a straightforward manner, but in twists and turns." It is more difficult for Russians to understand than Chinese or the Japanese......"

I have to say that this comment is exactly the same as the impression that Europeans had of the Cossacks at this time, but this is the feeling of Europeans, in the eyes of the Kazakhs, Kalmyks, Kyrgyz, Khalkha Mongols, and the Northeast Ororent, and the Han Chinese, who were driven and slaughtered by the Cossacks in the Heilongjiang River valley, the Cossacks were white-skinned demons who came from Europa, regarded themselves as superior, bloodthirsty and cruel.

Barton's words weren't finished: "I'm just thinking about how many bullets or steel I can use to destroy them, and I'm not going to waste any time trying to understand them." Russians, outwardly amiable, however, they do not value human life at all, they are all bitched, uncivilized savages, chronic drunkards......"

The Chinese who are more qualified to say this than Patton, although they have not experienced another plane, the history of Russia annexing the northern territories with Cossacks as the main body, but at this time the Anglo-Chinese soldiers on the battlefield hated the Cossacks more than the Dzungars.

The reason is also very simple, these bearded white-skinned baboons actually have the audacity to plot against our native Shenzhou! Not only in the north, but also in the Western Regions, which was originally the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties! For more than 20 years, the British and Chinese officers and soldiers have fought all over the world and are invincible. It is close to the arrogant army. The defeat of the Yinding Temple is only a small section, and the Cossacks appeared in the Western Regions with great arrogance, brazenly blocking the Anglo-Chinese restoration of the Western Regions, what could be more exciting to the self-esteem of the Anglo-Chinese military and civilians.

The cavalry battalion of the Yulin Army and the 91st Division of the Dragoon Army did not hold back the Cossacks, and this defeat added to the humiliation. The red cavalry led by Dornzzab and Gerirmu let out a cry of rage, and the spray of muskets and the wielding of sabers gradually broke out of the chaos, and the Cossack cavalry, which was holding them back, gradually collapsed.

It's too late, although the soldiers are Siberian Cossacks. But the Cossack officers from the European continent understood the cavalry warfare of this era far beyond the Eastern Tatars, and the harder the Tatars tried, the more their clumsiness and ignorance were revealed......

Muravyov, deputy commander of the "Dzungar Regiment" and who was directing two cavalry regiments to charge deep into the right flank, thought so. As a loyal deputy of General Yevtyushin, he followed the general through the Great Northern War and the Polish War, and had a wealth of experience in "modern warfare". In addition to a few setbacks, the Cossacks' exploits in Europa also gave him a sense of superiority over the "Asian Tatars".

The memory of self-satisfaction made Muravyov's heart tremble, and those setbacks were more memorable than victories, especially ...... Luckily, this is Asia, and it's nice not to face that kind of enemy.

It had penetrated three or four miles deep into the right flank of the red coat, before the Cossack cavalry that charged in a roundabout way. It was the gap between the second and third fronts of the red coats. The infantry flanks of the second and third lines were rapidly spreading, and horizontal formations and even hollow phalanxes were rising, but the two fronts belonged to two different divisions, and they were not well coordinated with each other, and once they rushed into this gap, victory was no longer out of reach. The Cossack cavalry rarely charged the infantry frontally, but the line of the array, which had not yet been formed, was a delicacy in the eyes of the Cossacks.

As if having seen the frightened faces of the cardinals, the Cossack cavalrymen, who were increasing their speed, swung their sabers and snorted louder.

Standing in the center of the charging queue, Muravyov's eyes narrowed slightly. Restrained from other perceptions, ready to receive the frightened screams of the enemy. The whistling of cannonballs, the crackling of shotguns, was all shut out of his mind. …,

Although the red-clad infantry formation made the platoon guns more intense, the formation was weaker than that of the European opponents of this era. Although the artillery of the red coat is more advanced than its European opponents, it is more skilled in its use than its European counterparts. There had even been a dense bombardment of the central front with some strange artillery before, but as long as the infantry array was broken, that kind of artillery would be useless, and in short, the best opportunity was already in hand.

Muravyov waited for a moment, and the expected screams rang out, gradually converging into a tide, and his beard grew high......

Wait a minute...... Wrong!

Muravyov suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the east, that is, to the left flank of the charge, and this cry was not a scream, but an exclamation, and it came from the Cossacks. What started out as a jumble of noise, then converged into a buzzing noise.

"Huza!"

"The bitterness is coming!"

The exclamations became clearer, and the Cossacks, who had been charging like mercury, were also stunned, and the Cossacks, who were in a state of passion, not only slowed down their horses, but also deflected their horses' heads, and even turned their horses' butts and ran away in a hurry.

Huzah? Bitter sake? What's that?

Muravyov had not yet woken up, but when he rode out of the queue and swept his flank, a tremor from the depths of his soul dominated his body and mind, and he subconsciously shouted: "Huza! ”

Hussar…… Or Gussar, a term that the Cossack was originally familiar with, because in the Western Regions, it was impossible to have anything to do with the things represented by this word, so Muravyov did not react at first.

But two or three miles away, when a torrent coming from behind the rear of the third infantry line became clear, Muravyov, no matter how sluggish, understood what the source of fear was that kept his men in a state of panic.

Hussar or Gussar, in Serbian, means "robber".

The word comes from another source, originally the Serb name for robbers and robbers, but gradually it was used by the Cossacks to refer to their fateful lords.

The history of a single word has a profound twist, as the word Cossack means "free man", referring to the Slavs who fled the rule of the Golden Horde and lived in the plains of southern Europe. Later, the scope was gradually narrowed. In particular, it refers to "free people" living on the Don and Dnieper rivers.

Why are these "free people" free? It was because the Polish Hussar "liberated" them.

Polish cavalry, later translated into Chinese as Polish hussars, or Polish hussars, they are the fate of the Cossacks, at the end of the Middle Ages, the Cossacks threw themselves into Russia, because of the oppression of the Poles, and the Polish hussars played the most deterrent and fearful protagonists.

"Impossible! How could the Poles have come here! ”

The fighting enthusiasm that had been boiling in his heart suddenly extinguished, and Muravyov even heard his teeth clattering.

The torrent was just a trot. The dust wave that stepped on only half of his body was enveloped, and immediately the knight's figure was clearly visible. Red coat, silver armor, silver helmet. It was no different from the Ceris cuirassiers seen earlier, except that the red tassels on the helmets were taller and thicker. But these characteristics were subconsciously ignored by Muravyov, and another feature has filled Muravyov's field of vision.

Wings, huge red and white wings, fluttered behind each cavalryman, making them look like a swan flapping its wings.

These winged cavalrymen, armed with spears no shorter than those used by the Cossacks, lined up in a wide horizontal formation, like a wall of spears pressing against them. Their horizontal formations were so tight that they never exceeded two of each other, so much so that the tips of their red and white wings occasionally touched each other, as seen from a distance. It seems that even the rider's knees are touching each other.

Although very different from the huge wing ornament fixed behind the saddle of the Polish hussars, this style of dense horizontal formations, the rhythm of the bell's flying wings, is very similar to that of the Polish hussars. The Cossacks paid attention to historical inheritance, and every Cossack gathered around their ancestors when they were young, listening to them talk about the history of blood and tears when the Cossacks were driven and killed by the Poles in the steppes of southern Europe, and the heroic and tragic deeds of the Cossack heroes against the Poles paved the Cossacks' fear of the Polish hussars. …,

"Almost a hundred years ago, the ancestors of our Muravyov family served in the Polish Cossack Stebvow Company, which was the most elite Cossack cavalry company. But when they rebelled against the oppression of the Poles. In the face of the charge of the Polish hussars, three companies collapsed in an instant......"

Muravyov remembered the story his grandfather told him when he was a child, and when he told it, the fear on his face seemed to penetrate through time, so clear. Let him also subconsciously tighten his shoulders.

The other Cossacks came to the rescue from the flank, and Huza turned his gun again. Beat them to the ground. The wings on Huza's back whistled, and the Cossack horses were so frightened that they either turned around and ran, or they screamed with their hooves, and one by one the Cossacks were overturned and dismounted. Panic was quickly transmitted to every Cossack, and the defeated soldiers were crowded together, fighting for a way to escape, and a complete rout occurred in an instant. ”

"The ancestor was one of the few Cossacks who still had the courage to fight Huza head-on, but his saber alone could not hold back countless spears, and he was stabbed to pieces with his mount, and after the battle, his retinue searched for most of the day to gather the corpse."

At this time, Muravyov was already the leader of the Cossacks, a colonel in the army, and had also faced Polish hussars in the Great Northern War and the Polish War, although the Polish hussars no longer had wings[1], but he was still impressed by the bravery of the other side, and the Cossack cavalry was no match for the Polish hussars, which further cemented his fear of the Polish hussars. To Muravyov's relief, and thankfully, the number of Polish hussars who were able to maintain their tradition was too small to shape the course of the war.

The cavalry that suddenly appeared in front of him was too similar to the Polish hussars, and Muravyov's first thought was: the Tatars and the Poles have joined forces? The second thought was: withdraw! Withdraw now!

It wasn't until a third thought came to him that he regained his senses.

"That's the Tatars! Behind them is only a cloak, not Huzah's wings! ”

Muravyov and his retinue rushed to the flanks with the nervous elite company, shouting loudly to regroup the company in front of him.

The Janissary 90th Cavalry Division, which was expanded from the Cavalry Battalion to the Cavalry Division, had nothing to do with the Polish hussars, and their decoration was not the fixed wings of the Polish hussars. The original feather cloak has been further refined to become a specific device for both protection and decoration.

The skeleton propped up from the shoulders with iron wire and thin steel sheets extends to the back of the head, forming a small platform that resembles the Buddha's light, but it is square, and some of them rise to the back of the head like a small back basket. Feathers for the table. A silk cloak was placed on a table. The horse's speed was slightly raised, and the cloak fluttered like flying wings. The white and red exterior and blood-red lining flashed in, and their spears and sabers were quite close to the Polish hussars in terms of combat style and exterior decoration.

The deliberate feathered cloak was not just a decoration, it was similar to the Polish hussar's ornament, and the opponents of the jockeys, whether Dzungar, Turkut, Kazakh, or Kyrgyz, were very skilled at playing with ropes. The only way they could influence the Riding Front was the rope noose. If you use a rope noose to hold a person, you will affect a certain front.

Erecting a platform at the back of the head can eliminate the threat of a noose, and the addition of the existing cloak creates this effect. Although it has some impact on the operation, the Xiaoqi has always emphasized the overall operation, advancing and retreating together, and it does not have much impact, so the Bloodwing Iron Cavalry is becoming more and more worthy of the name.

Although the Cossacks had heard of this cavalry from the Dzungars, their attention was obliterated by a sense of superiority, and Muravyov, having come to his senses, finally connected the two. …,

But just like the story that his ancestors told him, the rout was a foregone conclusion in an instant, and it was difficult for him to recover it alone.

The Cossack charge had not yet hit the line of red infantry. was so frightened by the blood-winged iron cavalry that appeared on the flanks that it was close to disintegrating, and the two sides were still miles apart......

Muravyov struggled to draw a tide of counterattack, and thousands of Cossack cavalry turned to his flank, roaring and rushing towards the first cavalry array, but seven or eight hundred horsemen.

Seven or eight hundred horsemen were grouped into two horizontal formations, one in front and one in the rear, and galloped steadily in a tight formation at least twice as high as the Cossack cavalry. It was not until a hundred feet from the Cossacks that the commander's saber was waved high, and the horsemen lowered their spears and rested the rear end of the spear on the carriage on the side of the saddle. The man also bowed his head, the tip of the spear aimed at the neck of the Cossack in front of him, and the hunting tremor of the cloak behind his head clearly transmitted the speed into his head.

"It's Huza! And it's the most elite Huzah! ”

When the Bloodwing Rider accelerated its charge, and a wall of wings rapidly pressed down, Muravyov overturned his judgment in horror.

Charge at high speed. Hundreds of people are still neat as one, how is it possible!? Not even the Polish hussars could do it. Unless the most elite Polish hussars came together.

Eighty zhang ...... Seventy zhang ...... Sixty zhang ......

If it were a Dzungar, most of them would have bravely and fearlessly faced this wall of bloody wings pressed down at high speed, but for the Cossack cavalry, the memories of their ancestors from generation to generation, and the few who had experienced it firsthand in the European theater, could not have been clearer about the prospect of doing so, without artillery, without infantry lines, and trying to rely on cavalry to smash this dense and high-speed advancing cavalry array was simply a moth throwing fire.

"Retreat! Cossacks, retreat! ”

Muravyov did not want to be a moth, any sober Cossack had the same idea, so the more than a thousand Cossack cavalry ...... He turned the horse's head and fled.

But there is also a most superficial truth in the story of Muravyov's ancestors, for an army, especially cavalry, to retreat unharmed, it requires a high level of literacy. And to turn from a state of charge to retreat, or not chaos, it is a difficult maneuver that even the most elite Mongolian cavalry of the old era could not do.

In the northeast of the battlefield, the neighing of horses was boiling, and in a short period of time, the Cossacks successively carried out a series of maneuvers such as "detour", "charge", "change the direction of attack", and "directly turn back and withdraw from the battlefield". The mount simply couldn't withstand the toss, and with thousands of people fleeing almost simultaneously, the chaos caused by the collision escalated.

"Muravyov...... Escaped! ”

In the northwest of the battlefield, watching Muravyov's flag crookedly and rushing towards the northwest, Yevtyusin and Rumyantsev held binoculars with their mouths wide open, enough to stuff a goose egg.

"Husa is here!"

"The Poles are here!"

The screams were faintly heard, and even Cherrekh opened his mouth wide......

"Is this a lure for the enemy?"

"It's weird!"

"Are those Rakshasas really legendary Cossack demons?"

On the high platform in the rear, the red-clothed generals also opened their eyes one by one, not believing the battle situation they saw at all. The Cossack cavalry, who was creating the greatest threat to himself, turned around and ran wildly like a mouse meeting a cat after the appearance of the jockey, and did not even have the courage to fight.

The situation was so strange that even Wu Ya felt that the Cossacks were playing some tricks, or that there were ambushes in the distance?

But under the surveillance of the hot air balloon, the possibility of such a close ambush has been completely wiped out, what kind of drama are the Cossacks engaged in?

Peng Shihan and Fang Tangheng glanced at each other, and then looked at Wu Ya at the same time, they also had no bottom in their hearts. …,

In silence, the Cossack cavalry continued to crumble like broken tiles. The cavalry battalion of the Yulin Army and the hussars of the 91st Cavalry Division stopped the Cossacks again, so that the Cossacks fled in large numbers to the north.

The Cossacks were really defeated!

As a high-ranking general who is familiar with the battlefield and the forces of all sides in the Western Regions, he would never think that the prestige of the Xiaocai is so great that the Cossacks are fleeing from the wind, and everyone has not figured out why the Cossacks collapsed as soon as they saw the Xiaocai, but this is obviously not the time to delve into this matter.

Peng Shihan resolutely gave the order: "The whole army - advance!" ”

At about half past two in the afternoon, when the Cossack cavalry was surrounded by the Anglo-Chinese infantry cavalry on three sides, and was even more severely ploughed by the blood-winged iron cavalry, the infantry line, which was still fighting against the Dzungar cavalry, began to press forward.

"Cossacks...... What a coward! ”

In the Dzungar array, Gal Dantsei looked at the direction of the retreat of the Cossack cavalry, his mouth was hateful, his face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't figure out the cause of the defeat of the Cossacks, and it could only be attributed to the fact that the Cossacks were more vulnerable than the Dzungars.

"Sweat fast! The Han people are pressing up! ”

"Great Khan, the whole army has collapsed! Let's retreat to the Khan's palace first! ”

"Yes, the back road of Dzungaria still depends on the Great Khan's planning, the Great Khan should leave quickly!"

The subordinates rushed over and knelt on the ground and cried, at this moment on the battlefield, the original mixed noise has been clearly distinguished, the Dzungars and Cossacks have let out heart-rending exclamations, and the Han people's shouts of killing are firmly pressed on it. The roar of platoon guns and artillery was also clearer and more rhythmic.

"Retreat? Where else can I retreat...... Sons and daughters, have you forgotten my words, today is the day of death for Dzungaria! I'm going to die here! ”

Gardanze shouted loudly, gritted his teeth and drew his sword, but was swarmed by the guards and retreated straight towards the rear of the battlefield.

"Why are the Poles here?"

"If we're here, why can't the Poles come?"

To the northwest, Yevtyusin and Rumyantsev, who were retreating in a hurry, were still at a loss.

Cherrech said carefully: "That should not be the Poles......"

Yefu Qiuxin's frightened face suddenly turned hideous, he forced his eyes to look at Cherrekh, and said fiercely: "That's Husa!" It's the Poles! ”

More than a month later, the Siberian governor in Amubail received a report from Yevtyushin, which was full of doubts as to why the Poles had come here!

Why were the Cossacks so afraid of the Bloodwinged Horsemen? Just like the questions of Wu Ya and Peng Fang and other Anglo-Chinese generals at this time, the Siberian governor was busy cleaning up the mess of Russia's defeat in the Western Regions, and the Anglo-Chinese army was checking its own results.

The decisive battle, which had been expected to be fought until the afternoon or even the evening, was brought to an early end by the sudden collapse of the Cossacks and the loss of all courage of the Dzungars, and when Galdantse escaped from the battlefield.

For the British and Chinese officers and soldiers participating in the exhibition, this victory came too easily, and there was even a feeling of being headless and brainless, and unspeakably depressed...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )