"The commander-in-chief just said that there is something that flies faster than an airship and is smaller than an airship?" As a known thing, Zhang Huangyan can still accept the airship.

After all, this thing really exists, and he has his own special airship.

But he couldn't imagine anything smaller than an airship and traveling faster than an airship.

"It's a flying machine, let's call it an airplane!" Li Xiao didn't want to say more about this matter. After all, airplanes are still in the experimental stage. Although the problem of miniaturization of gasoline engines has been solved to some extent,

, but the output power still cannot be solved.

"Oh! Oh!" Zhang Huangyan nodded. There is nothing wrong with calling a flying machine an airplane.

After receiving Li Xiao's reply, Ai Husheng shook his head. It seemed that Prussia had picked up a big treasure by rescuing Zheng Sen this time.

Even items such as airships, trains, and bicycles can be produced through joint ventures. Naturally, civilian items such as matches and soap are not a problem.

With these things and the active support of the Ming Dynasty, Prussia became a powerful country in Europe within ten years. I just wonder what Napoleon would think after knowing this.

He was just the emperor of France, and it was not his turn to make irresponsible remarks in the affairs of the Ming Dynasty.

Returning to the luxurious private room, I saw old Bismarck's eager eyes as soon as I entered the door.

Nod to Bismarck!

Bismarck was filled with ecstasy. He stood up and took two steps to hold Ai Husheng's hand: "Your Excellency, the Generalissimo, agrees?"

"The Marshal has agreed to Prussia's request. Your Excellency the Prime Minister can come to the Ministry of Household Affairs tomorrow to discuss the details of cooperation." Ai Husheng held up his wine glass: "I wish our cooperation a success!"

Old Bismarck shouted excitedly: "Bring me a big cup."

It seemed that the old guy was indeed very excited. He drank two and a half cups of Wuliangye and downed a cup with his head raised.

"Cough cough cough!" Although he coughed violently due to the wine, he smiled as brightly as a child after coughing.

After the Ming Dynasty's planning, the whole of Europe was preparing for war with the Ming Dynasty. In order to avoid a war, Russia was sending people to hunt down the Dorgon brothers.

"Can we really escape?" Jierhalang looked at Dorgon somewhat discouraged.

The road to Riga was not smooth. In order to hunt down the two brothers, Empress Catherine actually sent the most elite Ward cavalry in the Russian Empire to hunt down the two brothers.

These Ward cavalry and officers are all the best among the royal family's children. The soldiers are the best of the best selected from Russia's million-strong army, and cannot be mobilized without the Queen's order.

The selection process is so cruel and strict that it is scary to hear. Russia's million-strong army can only select more than 500 people. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one out of ten thousand!

In order to capture Dorgon and Jilhalang, such a force was actually dispatched, which shows that Yekaterina attached great importance to this matter.

Among these guys, there are obviously people who are proficient in the art of tracking. These days, no matter how Dorgon and Jierhalang change their routes, or deceive and lure them, they set up traps.

In the end, none of them were successful. Although they were not overtaken by Ward's cavalry, the sense of urgency that was like maggots in the tarsus almost drove people crazy.

"Escape if you can, run if you can't. We are the last bloodline of the Jurchens. When we are finished, the Jurchens are finished. Jilharang, think of your Ama, think of your mother.

They are watching you in the sky, and they hope that you can pass on the Jurchen bloodline."

"My Ama was killed by your Ama." Jierhalang said viciously.

"...!" Dorgon choked to death with one sentence.

It’s hard to tell who is right and who is wrong about those crappy things done by the previous generation.

"If you want revenge, you can kill me when we are safe. Now, change a horse and let's continue running." Duobitgun really had no choice but to comfort Jierharang like this.

"Forget it, I won't kill you. There are only two of us Jurchens left. How can we pass on our bloodline if you die." Jilharang changed to another war horse.

For the past four days, they had been on their horses. Except for having to dismount for the trumpet, they had never dismounted.

The four war horses were constantly rotating, and now their horsepower was almost reaching its peak. Now the two brothers regretted that Mao didn't lead three horses each.

Continuous horseback riding was too much for the two brothers, who had lived on the saddle since childhood. Jierhalang felt that his butt had lost all feeling, and it was probably that it had been broken into eight pieces.

"Dorgon, we have to take a rest. Even if we can run, the horses can't run now." After changing to a war horse, Jierhalang found that the horse had foam at the corner of its mouth.

Even though there is no one on his back, if he keeps running like this, he will be exhausted before long.

"Then let's take a rest." Dorgon realized that his horse was about to walk.

After getting off their horses, the two brothers sat down on the grass without even the intention of talking.

The two war horses finally had a chance to stop. They could no longer stand. Their legs were trembling and they lay on the ground, eating grass every bite. Now, there was no oats to feed them.

"Let's rest for half an hour. Otherwise, the horses will be exhausted and we won't be able to run away." Jierhalang was lying on the ground, not even having the slightest desire to eat.

"Half an hour? Fifteen minutes at most, otherwise, you can only wait for Ward's cavalry to chop off your head. I heard that those bastards are most willing to use an ax to look at people's heads."

"Damn it! Why did I forget? I just brought a few mines with me." Dorgon felt a little regretful and took out the water bottle from his backpack and took a sip.

Unfortunately, Dorgon drank water too quickly and choked, causing him to cough violently.

As soon as the coughing stopped, Jilharang jumped up from the ground like a spring. He took out a revolver from his backpack!

In the woods, there was the sound of someone talking. It was too far away to hear what was being said, but it was definitely in Russian.

Dorgon also rolled around and pulled out a revolver from his backpack. He was too nervous when he fled and did not bring a rifle with him.

This is very dangerous in the wild. This small revolver will be a disaster even if you encounter a brown bear. It is possible that you have fired all six bullets, and the brown bear has not been knocked down.

If the Russians were chasing them and killed their horses from a long distance, then the two brothers would have no choice but to be captured.

The two brothers were lying on the ground, and the four horses were also lying on the ground. The horses had not yet recovered their physical strength, and were panting and eating grass.

You can't run at this time, the horse's target is too big. It may not be easy to hit a running person at a distance of 100 meters, but it is much easier to kill a horse.

The two brothers tried their best to press the war horse's neck down, trying not to expose the war horse or make any sound.

The wind was blowing the trees, and the branches collided with each other. The brothers' hearts were beating "bang" and "bang", as if they were about to jump out of their mouths.

As the people came closer and closer, the two brothers looked out through the trees. There were about ten Russians, all on horseback. All of them were holding rifles and walking in a fan shape through the woods.

Dorgon didn't believe that these people happened to go out hunting. Who uses the Russian army's standard rifle when hunting!

Now Dorgon is feeling regretful. In order to reduce the load, he did not bring a rifle. Although the bullets are all nine millimeters, the revolver is not comparable to the rifle at this distance.

"What should I do?" Jilharang lowered his body a little further, and put a large handful of grass to the horse's mouth, trying to keep the horse's attention on the grass and not stand up and expose the target.

Fortunately, these horses are also trained war horses. Otherwise, other war horses would have stood up alertly when they discovered that similar people were approaching in the distance, instead of lying on the ground obediently listening to orders.

However, this could not last long. Those people were riding on horses with a wide view. As long as they moved a few dozen meters closer, it was not difficult to find Dorgon and Jilhalang hidden behind the trees.

"There is no other choice but to fight with them. Here you go!" Dorgon handed Jierhalang a grenade.

"I only brought two, one for you and one for me. Let's spread out and kill them when they come to check on the horses. Get one to earn money, get two to earn one."

At this time, Dorgon also became ruthless, and the wolf side of the Jurchen's character was undoubtedly revealed. Since he couldn't escape, he would simply be beaten to death.

"What if they shoot the horse first?"

"Then let them shoot. If we kill them, are we afraid that we will have no war horses?"

"Done!" They weighed the grenades in their hands. This was the only barrier in their hands.

The two brothers quietly crawled to both sides and set up an ambush more than ten meters away. There was nothing they could do about it, the range of the revolver was right there. At a distance of more than ten meters, Dorgon was not sure that he could accurately hit the target.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...!

Dorgon had just set up an ambush, and before he had time to poke his head out to take a look, gunfire rang out. Immediately afterwards, the neighing of war horses was heard.

Jirharang was right, these people absolutely did not want them to escape. The Ward cavalry who were guarding the horses immediately shot them when they found the horses.

Without the war horses, the two brothers would never be able to escape.

The only chance now is to take advantage of these people's opportunity to inspect the dead horses and fight with all their might.

But what happened next made Dorgon feel desperate.

The guard Ward cavalry did not step forward to check on the wounded and struggling horses, but spread out to prepare to encircle the Dorgon brothers.

These Ward cavalry guards were spread out widely, and there was absolutely no chance of a single grenade killing a group of them.

Moreover, these people did not seem to have any intention of catching people alive. Guns were fired one after another, and bullets were fired at every place where people might be hiding.

At this distance, Dorgon had no choice but to go out and fight. As long as he dared to rush out with a revolver, he would definitely be shot in the head by a bullet flying from somewhere.

At a distance of sixty or seventy meters, if these Ward cavalry guards want to hit you in the left eye, they will never hit you in the right eye. Dorgon once saw their training. These bastards can actually hit you at fifty meters.

Accurately hit a silver coin.

Oh my God! From a distance of fifty meters, those with bad eyesight can't even see the silver coins. These guys can actually hit with a flick of the gun!

A bullet almost flew past Dorgon's head, and before the cold sweat broke out on Dorgon's back, another bullet was nailed under his feet.

If one of the two bullets was just one inch off, Dorgon would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Dorgon didn't dare to move. He knew that there was a high probability that this bush would not be attacked by bullets again.

Sure enough, another bullet was nailed to a big tree nearby. The sound of the bullet cutting through the air made Dorgon's eardrums buzz. The falling branch hit Dorgon's head, and his neck was penetrated.

The branch of the tree was cut painfully.

Dorgon still didn't dare to move!

Dorgon was lucky, and the bullet flew past his body. But Jierhalang was not so lucky. Dorgon, who had just calmed down, heard Jierhalang's screams not far away.

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Through the gap between the trees, Dorgon saw Jierhalang rolling violently on the ground. One hand was covering his thigh, and blood kept coming out from between his fingers.
To be continued...