The robes who went to the battlefield together were the most affectionate. Although Guan Bu was not from a martial arts scholar, he was Pan Feng’s most trusted subordinate. The two of them experienced countless wars together, and they were as close as brothers.

If it weren't for the important information about the Tsarist Russian Bastion, Pan Feng really wanted to turn around and go back to rescue Guan Bu. Although he might not be able to save him, he might even lose his life, so he would have spared no effort, because they had already been a life-changing friend.

Just as Pan Feng's heart was shattering, Guan Bu's roar faintly came from the wind: "General Pan, don't worry about me, go quickly."

When Pan Feng heard the sound, he looked back with pain. He saw more than a dozen Ming soldiers who had fallen to the ground and not yet died, taking out grenades and constantly throwing them at the chasing enemy cavalry.

"Boom Boom Boom" The grenade kept exploding, and the arrows on the more than ten Ming soldiers were inserted more and more. In the end, Guan Bu fell down like a hedgehog.

In fact, the first wave of grenades exploded the front row of the Tsarist Russian cavalry. In order to prevent large-scale collisions, their speed had significantly slowed down. Guan Bu led more than a dozen remaining wounded soldiers of the Ming army to throw them around, and the Tsarist Russian cavalry became even more chaotic. Most of them tied their horses and bent their bows and arrows to shoot at Guan Bu and others. They obviously had given up their pursuit of the Ming army ahead.

Under the cover of his chapa, Pan Feng led more than 60 cavalry to finally escape the pursuit of the Russian cavalry. However, he had no excitement at all for the rest of his life, only huge pain, not because of the arrow wound on his back, but because of Guan Bu's sacrifice.

He ran for nearly half an hour with tears in his arms. The pursuers behind him had disappeared. A small river appeared not far ahead. Pan Feng wiped his tears and roared: "Slow down, dismount, treat the wound before leaving."

There were many Ming soldiers injured in this wave of arrow rain, and some were even more injured than him. If they didn't help them with it, it was very likely that they would fall off their horses while running and would never get up again.

With his order, the remaining more than 60 Ming soldiers stopped and slowed down. Soon, they stopped beside the river.

As soon as the war horse stopped, soldiers who were not injured or were less injured quickly dismounted to help those seriously injured dismount or treat the wounds.

Only then did Pan Feng feel the pain of the arrows burning through the fire, and the blood has soaked half of his clothes.

As soon as he strangled the war horse, two soldiers came to him quickly. He stretched out his hand, and with the assistance of the two soldiers, he carefully turned over and dismounted, then stood there erectly, endured the severe pain and raised his hands, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on."

Hearing this, the two soldiers took out a pair of special small scissors, and then held both ends of the arrows together, "one, two, three." and shouted in unison, "clicking" to cut the two ends of the arrows together with his military uniform.

This was indeed heartbreaking. Pan Feng couldn't help but tremble all over, and a row of sweat suddenly burst out from his forehead.

Before the emergency treatment was over, the two soldiers each took out a pack of medicine powder and gently pressed it on the wounds on both sides. Then they took out bandages and clothes, arrow rods and medicine powder to wrap them together. With the skillful cooperation of the two, a white bandage circle soon appeared on Pan Feng's waist.

Pan Feng moved his hands and feet a little, and felt that the wound was almost closed. He then looked up and looked around. Seeing that the other wounded soldiers were almost done, he immediately ordered: "Tie all the seriously injured to the saddle."

Soon, several wounded shaking soldiers were lifted onto the horse by their comrades, and their legs and waist were fixed to the saddle with ropes.

Seeing that everyone was almost busy, Pan Feng ordered: "Get on your horse and leave."

The remaining soldiers turned over and ran towards the Ming army camp with him as he beat the horse.

After about two hours of running, the Ming army camp was in sight. It was located in the upper reaches of the Rem River, a tributary of the Ob River, and it was at the junction of the Western Regions wasteland and the Siberian Plain.

I saw a steel bridge over 100 meters long spanning both sides of the Rem River. A brand new railway station about ten miles north of the Rem River has been built. With the railway station as the center, city walls are being built on all sides of the southeast, west and north. Hundreds of thousands of people are busy in a tense and orderly manner. A large city that can accommodate 500,000 and 600,000 people has gradually emerged.

The city was surrounded by Ming army camps, which were a hundred miles long. Pan Feng looked up weakly at the camp in front, pulled the reins, adjusted the direction slightly, and rushed towards a camp gate that was on the middle and west side.

Soon, the camp gate was approaching, and he raised his hand, and more than sixty cavalry slowly lowered their horse speed with him so that the guards at the camp gate could see clearly their appearance.

Pan Feng was also a relatively famous general in the Second Border Defense Army Corps. The guards standing guard naturally knew him. When they passed through the camp gate, the guards on both sides not only did not have any obstacles, but also bowed and said in unison: "General Pan."

Pan Feng nodded and slowly ran into the camp with his subordinates. After entering the camp, he ordered in a hoarse voice: "You can go back to the camp to heal your wounds quickly."

After saying that, he rode his horse and headed straight for the central army commander's tent, while the cavalry behind him turned to the right and soon disappeared into the dense camp.

At this time, Ma Xianglin, the leader of the Second Corps of the Border Defense Army, stood tall in front of a large wooden table in the tent, frowned and stared at the map on the table. On both sides of the table, two non-commissioned officers were carrying rulers to gesture on the map, and from time to time, they added something to the large map with a fine brush to follow the small map beside the table.

In less than a day, five enemy bastions have been found in the east, and the battle in Siberia may be extremely difficult.

Just as Ma Xianglin frowned and thought, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the tent. Soon, the sound of horse hooves stopped, and the personal guards outside the tent shouted in unison: "General Pan."

Immediately afterwards, Pan Feng, who was wearing a bandage, walked in quickly and knelt on one knee and said loudly: "I will see General Ma."

When Ma Xianglin saw the huge blood stain on his waist, he couldn't help but step forward and help him up, and said with concern: "Crazy, what's wrong with you?"

Pan Feng shook his head and said sadly: "When Mo Jiang discovered an enemy's bastion, more than two thousand enemy cavalry suddenly emerged from the right rear. If Guan Bu had not sacrificed his life to stop him, Mo Jiang would probably not have come back."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianglin patted his shoulder and sighed: "Sacrificing oneself for the country, even if he dies, he will be honored and mournful."

Pan Feng nodded silently, took out a bloody map from his arms, presented it to Ma Xianglin with both hands, and said quietly: "General, this is the location map of the enemy's bastion. This bastion is a three-story bastion. It looks like the size of the bastion can be stationed in tens of thousands of defenders."

Ma Xianglin took the map, expanded it and looked carefully, then handed it to the two non-commissioned officers who were drawing behind, and ordered: "Calculate the position quickly and report it to Deputy Supervisor Sun."

After saying that, he turned his head and said with concern: "Madman, is your injury important?"

Pan Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, General, the last general is not seriously injured, I don't know what the situation is in other ways."

Ma Xianglin sighed again: "Oh, I'm afraid it's a little trouble this time. I just came back to more than ten scouts and found six enemy bastions, but the one you found is the largest, and the other bastions are only at most four or five thousand people."

This time it was indeed trouble. Sun Chuanting, who was in the central army's tent, was also frowning deeply at this time. In less than a day, the scouts of the First Legion of the Frontier Army and the Second Legion of the Frontier Army actually discovered more than ten bastions of Tsarist Russia. The Siberian plain was simply full of bastions!
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