The Valiant Aguda

In Nerchinsk, north of Hulun Lake and Bel Lake, the vast white snowfields undulate. More than fifty Cossack mercenaries, riding warhorses and carrying muskets, slowly approach a group of yurts.

Not far away in the snow, Aguda was breathing out hot air, while a junior officer next to him was clenching his fists, his face flushed red.

"Centurion, that's my Evenki camp. These people must be the Rakshasa demons. For the past three years, they've been roaming around Nerchinsk, not only hunting wild animals for their pelts, but also frequently using firearms to bully the nearby Mongols and Jurchen tribes. My previous tribe was scattered by them!"

"Should we go and rescue them?"

At this moment, Aguda was already in battle mode and didn't care much about Xiaoqi's words. He just looked at Xiaoqi coldly and then slapped him.

"Stop whining! If you hold us back when I give the order to charge, I'll kill you!"

The little flag bearer was slapped so hard by Aguda that he was dizzy and dared not speak anymore. He simply buried his head in the snow, unable to bear seeing his kinsmen being killed, even those who lived far away from Heilongjiang.

Sure enough, when these Cossack cavalrymen were about 100 meters away from the yurt, thirty of them dismounted and began loading ammunition into their arquebuses before slowly advancing.

When the Evenki soldiers, dressed in thick furs, spotted the Cossack mercenaries, they immediately blew their horns to call out to the Evenki people.

As soon as they stepped out of the yurt, they saw Cossack mercenaries lined up. The windless and snowless weather was perfect for firing matchlock guns. Before the young Evenki men could react, they were shot dead by lead bullets.

Even the thickest fur can't withstand lead bullets.

As the able-bodied men were shot one by one, the snow in the middle of the yurt was soaked with blood and turned blood red.

There were only about twenty yurts, and the entire tribe had no more than two hundred people, with no more than fifty able-bodied men. Now, more than twenty of them have been shot dead.

"Hurrah!"

These Kazakh mercenaries, led by a man of Russian appearance, suddenly drew his saber and charged toward the tent with a shout. A dozen or so riders immediately followed, like an arrowhead.

These Kazakh mercenaries came with the intention of plundering and making money, and they killed almost everyone, regardless of age, unlike the practice of annexing tribes where no one was spared.

One of the Haixi Jurchen commanders beside Aguda could no longer bear it and punched the snow.

"Centurion, let's charge in!"

"If we don't go now, everyone will be killed!"

Despite the officer's angry words, Aguda remained unfazed and slapped him across the face, this time directly across the cheek.

"Shut up!"

After reprimanding him, Aguda continued to stare at the battlefield, while the captain covered his face, wiping away the blood flowing from his nose, his eyes filled with anger but he dared not vent it.

The killing continued, but soon fell silent, save for the sobs of the remaining women and children, as the Kazakh mercenaries began looting the tents.

It's obvious that this tribe is finished!

"Everyone, mount your warhorses and charge forward at top speed! Kill every foreigner!"

Just as the man behind Aguda was about to suffer internal injuries from holding his breath, upon hearing Aguda's order, he quickly got up, ran to the back, and changed into his own warhorse, a Liaodong horse that was 1.6 meters tall at the shoulder.

Only such warhorses could carry Aguda at breakneck speed; even ordinary Mongolian warhorses would struggle.

The place where the warhorses were placed was right between two small hills, which was perfect for concealing their movements.

The other Jurchens, unable to contain themselves any longer, mounted their warhorses and followed Aguda as he charged towards the yurts.

The sound of a hundred riders was very loud. The two sides were only a little over a hundred meters apart, and the warhorses had not yet reached their peak speed when the leading general heard it and subconsciously shouted.

"Assemble quickly! Enemy attack!"

"Stop fighting over things, gather together now!"

But by this time, these Cossack mercenaries had already begun looting and plundering, and even the Tsar couldn't rouse them.

"A bunch of paupers!!!"

Aguda had a hundred cavalrymen, but no musketeers in formation, so there was no way he could resist. The general cursed and turned his horse around, wanting to run away first.

call out!

Just as he tightened his grip on his horse's flanks, preparing to flee westward, a cone-shaped, armor-piercing arrow, about the size of a thumb, pierced directly through his neck. Due to the arrow's thickness, it sent him flying.

These arrows were naturally shot by Aguda, using a Qing bow weighing 150 jin (approximately 75 kg), which ordinary people couldn't possibly handle!

This bow was specially modified by Zhao Lie after he learned that Aguda's claim of being able to hit the bullseye every time within a hundred paces was not an exaggeration.

The distance was only eighty or ninety paces; even the iron-plated cotton armor of the Eight Banners would be worn through by the dry air.

Aguda had been watching this general for a long time. After killing him with a single blow, he didn't stop. He dismounted, drew his bow even tighter, and began to snipe at the Cossack mercenaries.

Anyone who came out of the tent was shot through the throat. This time, the arrow was only thirty or forty paces away, and the person was pinned to the yurt.

This exceptional precision directly conquered the other Jurchens, while also igniting their passion for killing.

In just a quarter of an hour, all the Cossack mercenaries were wiped out, leaving only one alive, whom Aguda deliberately shot in the shoulder.

"Immediately seal the swords, and have two captains take turns patrolling!"

"Gather all useful items, and make sure to thoroughly examine the Rakshasa people's firearms and ammunition, especially maps!"

After giving the order, Aguda dismounted, picked up the wounded Kazakh mercenary, and led him to a yurt. Inside were the murdered Evenki woman and child. The woman had been forcibly raped and had her throat slit after resisting.

Aguda often hunted wild beasts, and his relatives would die, so he took life and death in stride and simply threw the corpses outside the yurt.

Once back in the bag, he threw three more pieces of cow dung into the stove before looking at the Cossack mercenaries and asking them all in Mongolian Jurchen.

"Can it talk?"

As Aguda spoke, he took out a small knife and began to cut a large cow leg inside the yurt. He skillfully placed it on the iron plate of the stove, and as soon as it softened slightly, he stuffed it into his mouth. This was frozen meat, almost raw meat.

However, the more muscular you are, the more easily you get hungry!

He's used to eating this kind of food!

Watching Aguda slice meat, the Cossack mercenary swallowed hard, having no doubt that if he dared to hesitate, the knife would be on him!

"She can speak Mongolian!"

"Don't kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Aguda's eyes lit up. He used his knife to pick up a piece of raw meat and placed it near the Cossack mercenary's mouth.

"eat!"

"Tell me, where is your fortress?"

Cossacks are all hooligans or criminals, and they are not afraid to eat raw meat. They carefully take the raw meat and put it into their mouths to chew.