Chapter 483 Hunting Game

Gulian could not solve the doubts in his heart. He only knew that he and the expedition had been in a very dangerous situation.

Their location is a narrow valley, with the mountains on both sides not high, but they are all covered with trees and thorns. If the enemy was a Mongolian, Gulian would not have worried at all. Their armor and shields could easily block the Mongols' bows and arrows, and the muskets in their hands could easily tear open the Mongol sternum.

However, the enemy is likely to be Eastern Han people whose weapons are more advanced than them.

If the other party ambushed a large number of musketeers on both sides of the valley, it would be a disaster for them.

Gulian was unwilling to sit and wait for death. After observing for a moment, he shouted to the old man who was observing them: "We are the expedition team of the Russian Tsarist Kingdom. We come with kindness and wish to live in peace with everyone here. If we accidentally step into your territory, we are willing to withdraw."

The old man probably didn't understand Russian and did not respond to his words. Instead, he continued to hold the telescope and observe it for a while before putting down the telescope, vaguely showing a warm smile, and then turned around and disappeared behind a big tree.

Gulian felt even more and more bad. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly gritted his teeth: "Get into a formation and move westward and leave the valley as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

His expedition team began to slowly move towards the valley entrance while trying to maintain a circular defensive formation.

At this time, a gunshot suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge on the left, and smoke rose. A Cossack warrior beside Gulian screamed and fell to the ground.

Gulian was suddenly shocked, subconsciously squatted behind a shield, raised the musket in his hand and shot it at the place where the smoke rose.

While loading, he looked back and saw the Cossack warrior lying on the ground on his back, gasping for breath while opening his mouth wide, making a whimpering scream from his throat, and a stream of steaming blood flowing out of the broken holes of the chain mail and leather armor.

He can't hold on for long.

This thought flashed through Gulian's mind, then skillfully set up a musket, held his breath and aimed at the place where the smoke of gunpowder had just risen.

Suddenly, Gulian's fingers that pulled the trigger froze, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened and incredible.

Only then did he realize that the distance between the smoke of gunpowder and them was at least one hundred and fifty yards.

In other words, the enemy accurately shot and killed a Cossack warrior in leather armor one hundred and fifty yards away.

What kind of musket is that?

Even if the long flintlock musket he seized from the Orientals had an effective range of only about one hundred yards, it could not guarantee the accuracy after exceeding this distance, and the power of the bullet would never penetrate two layers of armor. He had conducted personal experiments, and after exceeding one hundred yards, it would not be possible to penetrate the leather armor at all.

But why can the enemy achieve accurate shooting and penetration of leather armor of 150 yards?

How is it done?

Gulian's mind was full of questions, and his fingers were unable to pull the trigger.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted in stiff Russian words on the hillside: "Listen to the people in the valley. We are the Guandi Army under the command of General Qinchuan, the Communist Party of Hexi. We are ordered by the General to come to attack you and avenge the mission that died at your hands last year."

Gulian heard the last sentence with great sincerity, and his heart suddenly stumbled. The other party was indeed here to take revenge, and there was no room for maneuver.

The only way is to "escape".

Gulian raised his arm and was about to give an order, but suddenly a "bang" sounded on the hillside. Smoke rose from a big tree about a hundred yards away. Another Cossack warrior next to Gulian fell down again.

“Retreat freely!”

Gulian shouted loudly, and at the same time he suddenly jumped up from the ground and ran towards a big tree not far away.

All the surviving expedition members also ran towards trees or rocks in the direction of the valley.

Almost at the same time, dense gunfire sounded from the mountains on both sides.

A scream sounded behind Gulian, and he did not turn around, and he did not slow down when a bullet "swooshed" through him.

Luck always stands on the side of the brave, Gulian miraculously passed through the rain of bullets and hid behind a big tree.

Looking back, there were only three people rushing out with him, and the rest were all lying in a pool of blood. One of the two hunting dogs was wailing and struggling on the ground, while the other was gone.

After only looking back, Gulian continued to run wildly, and quickly moved towards the entrance of the valley with the help of the woods.

This is an excellent ambush terrain, but it is not an excellent ambush location, because there are many trees growing in the valley. If it were in an open area, Gulian thought he would have died long ago.

Now he is only a few dozen yards away from the valley entrance, and the hope of survival is right in front of him.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed behind a big tree in front of him, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, looking at him coldly.

Gulian subconsciously raised the musket, and the other party flashed back to the back of the big tree.

Gulian fired a shot without hesitation, then quickly took out a pre-loaded pistol from his waist, aiming at the side of the big tree while approaching quickly.

The enemy will think that his spear is not enough to reload, so it will definitely rush out.

But Gulian didn't see anyone. It was not until he walked around the side of the big tree that he saw a shield standing behind the trunk, with half a piece of steel helmet exposed behind the shield.

Gulian shot his helmet without hesitation.

With a "clang" sound, the helmet rolled to the ground, revealing the sticks stuck to the ground below.

"Not good, I've been trapped!"

Just as this thought flashed through Gulian's mind, a figure rushed out from the other side of the tree and shot towards him with a bright white sword light.

Gulian quickly threw away his pistol and raised his spear to block it.

But the other party's speed was too fast, a white light flashed by, and his right hand that he had just raised fell to the ground.

"ah……"

Gulian screamed, simply threw away the spear and used his left hand to pull out the command knife at his waist.

At this time, another white light flashed, and his left hand fell to the ground.

Gulian knelt on the ground, shaking his two broken arms and screaming loudly.

The enemy picked up the pistol he threw away from the ground, wiped the gun body, then walked to him, and said expressionlessly: "You don't have the ability to kill me with our gun."

Gulian couldn't understand and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

The gunshots behind him soon stopped, and not long after, even the screams stopped, with only the chaotic footsteps that were gradually approaching.

Not long after, he saw a group of Oriental Han people coming to him with bloody heads, strung the heads one by one with sharpened wooden sticks in front of him, and stood up neatly at the entrance of the valley.

There were even two dog heads, with scarlet tongues hanging weakly on their white teeth, which looked particularly terrifying.

Among this group of Oriental people, an old man with big yellow buck teeth was directing soldiers to peel and decompose the bodies of the two hunting dogs. They seemed to be preparing to eat dog meat.

A Mongolian suddenly walked up to Gulian and said in a stiff Russian language: "You Russians killed General Qinchuan's mission for no reason. We are here to flatten the Bratsk military fortress and avenge our dead brothers."

Gulian could understand his words, but did not respond.

There was only one thought in his mind: I'm going to die.

Soon another thought flashed through my mind: Marquis Gonzado would avenge me, His Majesty's army would sweep across the East, and the iron hooves of the Cossack warriors would trample on the blood of the Eastern people.

Thinking of this, a strange smile appeared on Gulian's face and said in a miserable and distorted voice: "You will all die..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed across the back of his neck.
Chapter completed!