Chapter 1: The storm is surging 131 Sakhalin Island 5

The Cossack beside Tchaikovsky was seriously attributable to his condition. He was already in a bad state. The wound on his left arm had lost too much blood. Although it did not hinder the right hand from chopping the saber, it made his mind dazed. His consciousness alternated between battle and memories, and his right hand was mechanically waving, and the strong smell of blood stimulated Tchaikovsky to sprint tenaciously.

After a moment of awakening, he suddenly realized that he had reached the artillery position of the Braidi Army. The 12-pound heavy artillery was running around the scattered artillery. A Chinese artillery whose head was cut off by him had turned into a pile of dead flesh lying at Tchaikovsky's feet. Tchaikovsky laughed wildly, waving his saber and chasing him.

The moment the saber was swung down, a bloody rain splashed. Tchaikovsky's eyes were bloody, and his consciousness returned to three days ago.

On May 2, 1834, that day was the fifth day of Tchaikovsky's escape from the Hezheren village in Miaotun. The one-eyed officer sent him to patrol the field due to Tchaikovsky's failure. The wilderness in the north of Sakhalin Island was full of pine forests, and even near the coast of the Tatar Strait was no exception. These fierce Cossacks were walking on the coastline that gradually became green. The Tatar Strait in Tchaikovsky's eyes had been completely thawed, and three warships were sailing on the deep blue sea. It was these Russian frigates who responded to Tchaikovsky and his Cossacks five days ago. At this moment, they were carrying out patrol missions.

Things changed a little suddenly. Seven Chinese warships suddenly appeared in Tchaikovsky's eyes. The Russian frigate on the sea obviously saw the Chinese ship earlier than Tchaikovsky. The warships on both sides were taking the upper hand.

Tchaikovsky and his Cossacks witnessed this thrilling naval battle with their own eyes.

The sound of cannons rumbled on the sea surface of the Tatar Strait, and dust smoke rolled, and the smoke that filled the sea almost covered the sky. Tchaikovsky's mind deeply engraved the earth shocked him by every side volley of the middle ** ship. Dozens of cannons almost made a shocking roar at the same time, and the ship also tilted. The instant burst of gunpowder showed a dark red light from the rolling smoke, followed by projectiles falling around the Russian frigate as if it was raining. Tchaikovsky was particularly surprised.

Some shells exploded around the Russian frigate, and the red flames expanded like lightning, and the air waves raised the waves high. Tchaikovsky was sure that this was the second explosion after the cannon was released. He was surprised that the Chinese actually had such advanced shells. In contrast, the firepower of the Russian frigate made Tchaikovsky only anxious, and that the quantity and quality of the artillery could not keep up with the Chinese warships. This little suspenseful battle ended in half an hour.

When the smoke spread out, Tchaikovsky could only find five warships flying with dragon flags. He repeatedly searched with a telescope, and finally let Tchaikovsky see two with thick smoke. He was crooked and slanted towards the opposite shore, while the three Russian frigates slowly sank into the seabed under Tchaikovsky's sad eyes, leaving only the raised bows on the sea.

A loud "bang" sound made Tchaikovsky wake up again, and his thighs were in a scorching pain.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Time seemed to stop at this moment, Tchaikovsky's mind was particularly clear at this moment. He saw a powerful survival in the black eyes of the Chinese cavalry. The other party waved a musket to block his sabre, and the other hand swung the sabre from behind and slashed it towards him.

A crisp sound of "dang". It was the sound of a saber slashing on the musket and hitting the metal barrel. Tchaikovsky felt that there was a huge resistance in his hand. Almost in an instant, the huge resistance disappeared again. After his saber was slightly slow, it continued to slash at the Chinese cavalry.

The "puff" sounded at the same time, and Tchaikovsky felt a huge force pressing towards him on his left shoulder, and at this time his right hand also smoothly cut into the opponent's shoulder.

Tchaikovsky's beard was covered with blood. He quickly intersected with the Chinese cavalry opposite. In that moment, Tchaikovsky saw a tiger with gold thread embroidered on the chest of the opponent's green military uniform. The lifelike tiger seemed to be a Siberian tiger roaring in the snowy field in the forest. Recalling his nickname of the polar bear, Tchaikovsky thought of himself. A good fight between bears and tigers. Unfortunately, the tigers obviously have an advantage today.

Tchaikovsky's superb riding skills made him turn his horse's head quickly, and then he turned around Tchaikovsky only appeared sadly. There were only dozens of Cossacks who continued to follow him. The surroundings were already surrounded by Chinese people, and the Chinese cavalry with a tiger embroidered on his chest was staring at him coldly. Tchaikovsky placed his eyes on the other party's shoulders, although the night could still see the bright redness of the surrounding fire.

Tchaikovsky raised his sabre. As an excellent Cossack, he wanted to die in battle. He couldn't help but think of the eve of the battle. At that time, four thousand powerful Cossacks gathered in front of the church of Mother-Elected Wolf stood on the stone mill and said proudly to everyone: "Napoleon once said, "If my army had these Cossacks, they would be rampant in the world!" Today, Mother-Elected Cossacks gathered four thousand Cossacks, we can defeat everything, those cowardly braided soldiers will die under our swords, their property is the spoils of our Cossacks, and their women are also the spoils of our Cossacks. Brothers fight, you will have everything in the braided army.
Chapter completed!