"Tatars, Tatars—"

Looking at the patches of Daxu, and then at the eight Mongolian teenagers who were the first to charge into battle, the Rus soldiers in the Rus camp shouted loudly.

There was one who was anxious, and he had already put the fire fold on the fire rope, but was stopped by the veteran next to him, and then turned his head to look at the watchtower.

The muskets of this era had to form a platoon effect, otherwise a single sporadic shot would simply not be able to cause much damage to the enemy.

On the watchtower, Chekovsky frowned and looked at Alur and the others who were rushing closer and closer, and then looked at the main force of the Sumo army that was slowly following behind, and the doubts in his eyes deepened.

The onslaught of a single seven or eight cavalry could not pose a threat to their own great strength at all. Even if they were allowed to attack, they would not be able to rush in at all. So Chekovsky didn't pay attention to these middle two teenagers at all, and just focused on the army behind.

But the actions of Su Mo's army made him a little puzzled. Originally, at this time, they should have swarmed with horsepower, but they just advanced slowly and unhurriedly, and there was no other action except for bluffing and shouting. It was as if he had deliberately indulged the few people who rushed up to him to die.

There's weirdness in this!

Chekovsky thought to himself, pursed his lips for a moment, resisting the urge to give the order to shoot. His eyes were still staring at the main force of the army behind, waiting for the upcoming changes.

Yes, he's sure something will happen. From the time he climbed the watchtower, he had roughly seen the number of the other party, which was about five hundred, and even if there were some ambushes behind, the total number would not exceed a thousand.

In this camp, there were 1,000 infantry alone, in addition to 500 musketeers, 300 cavalry, and even five artillery pieces, which added up to twice the total number of opponents. If they just hold on, even if the Tatars attack for a month, they will not be able to break through. So he wasn't in a hurry at all.

As for taking the initiative, it is absolutely not advisable to take rash action without thoroughly understanding the intentions of the other party.

Although Chekovsky was promoted by nepotism, as a veteran, the quality of his battle-time experience is beyond doubt.

Alur and the others had already rushed to the place where they were a stone's throw in front of the camp gate at this moment, but they didn't dare to continue to rush forward. They just bent their bows and arrows, galloping left and right and shooting arrows into the camp. But the scattered arrows of only eight men were like scratching in the boots for a fortified camp, and had no effect at all, let alone wounding the people in the camp.

It's just that these middle two teenagers are all full of energy and don't care. They shouted and shouted, and the horses galloped back and forth. In their hearts, this is simply too stylish? The ancient generals described in the Han people's scripts, resisting a million army with the strength of one person, killing seven in and seven out, or something, isn't this a portrayal of them at this moment?

Hmph, the Rakshasas are just a bunch of rats who are as timid as rats, and they have all been killed in front of them, but they don't dare to come out to fight, so they can only hide in the camp and tremble. After going back this time, today's scene will not be admired and admired by everyone? As for saying that Su Mo's army did not follow, hey, it was just right that he did not follow. Otherwise, how can you show the majesty of Mongolian men?

So they were very excited, and their horses galloped merrily, shouting incessantly, and from time to time they opened their bows and flew at each other. As for whether the arrow hit or not, he didn't care about it completely.

"Young Master Chekov, they ......" On the watchtower, Curry saw the arrogance of Arul and the others below, and couldn't help but remind Chekovsky out loud.

Chekovsky just glanced at him casually, pouted disdainfully, and said, "A few idiots, don't pay attention to them." If this is the case with the Tatars, then they have completely lost the legacy of their ancestors and are only worthy of us Slavs as slaves. ”

Curry nodded as if he didn't understand, he was just a little squire, and he really didn't understand those big truths. Since the young master said that it doesn't matter, then it must be okay. The young master is always right, as long as he obeys the young master's orders.

Now that he was no longer nervous, he began to look left and right. The soldiers below seem to be in a bit of a commotion, well, they must be the same as me, they can't understand the young master's actions. Originally, they were all the young master's subordinates just like themselves, and it was normal for them to be at the same level as themselves.

Well, there are cavalry ready to attack, those Cossacks are really barbarians, look at their fierce looks. The body is also sloppy, and you can smell the strange smell from a distance;

Hey, what are those people doing over there? That's artillery, why are they fighting on their own? These bastards, they're really uneasy, when are they going to be infighting. No, you must tell the young master when you turn around, and you can clean them up.

Curry thought angrily, but his eyes were staring straight at that side. He is only seventeen years old this year, which is the age of being active and noisy, and although he thinks viciously in his heart, this does not prevent him from watching a lively mind first.

Just looking at it, his face suddenly changed. Because at that moment just now, he suddenly saw that the guy who was suddenly pulled to the back of the house by someone covered his mouth was already lying on the ground at this moment. From this angle, you can only see the two feet that are exposed, but they are twitching slightly as if they are spasming. With the twitching from time to time, there were traces of red blood, slowly winding out.......

His eyes tightened violently, and in an instant they were like pinholes. A heart is as if someone has grabbed it suddenly, and it seems that it is difficult to breathe.

"Master Chekov, Master Chekov!" he exclaimed, his face pale, his eyes still staring at the side, and he couldn't help but raise his voice slightly.

Chekovsky frowned, withdrew his gaze from the army outside, glanced at his attendant in displeasure, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter? Curry, I'm busy, don't disturb me at will." As he spoke, he turned back and continued to observe the enemy. He always had a strong sense of uneasiness lingering in his mind, which made him pay more and more attention to the movements of the enemy forces outside.

"No, young master, over there, look over there......" The young attendant's voice trembled, with an indescribable fear, and suddenly grabbed his master's arm. "They fought, and someone was killed. ”

"Got a fight? Bastards, let them ...... What? Killed?" Chekovsky, who didn't care about it, couldn't help but be startled when he heard the end, and Huo Ran turned his head.

"yes, yes, the body is still there, over there. Curry said nervously pointing to the back of the room.

Chekovsky hurriedly picked up the telescope, but the circular field of view was empty, where were there any corpses?

This Curry is still too small to be able to handle his current identity at all. It seemed necessary to consider sending an older servant over to the house, he thought. It's just that the next moment, at the moment when he moved the telescope away, a little red suddenly in his field of vision made him pause.

Is that...... Bloodstained! Someone was killed! These bastards, at this time, are still fighting among themselves, it's unforgivable! Hey, no! Wait, what's that?

As he readjusted his perspective, Chekovsky's face slowly turned pale, his chest rose and fell sharply, and even the whole person began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Be careful, be careful, everyone, ....... behind," he suddenly threw down his binoculars, leaned out and screamed like crazy.

Curry was startled by the sudden screams of his master, not just him, to be exact, but the entire front line of the camp.

Just as they were turning their heads to look up inexplicably, Meng Buding was interrupted by an earth-shattering explosion. Huge fireworks rose from the rear of the camp, and soon they were connected into a large area, spreading out in all directions with great rapidity.

At the same time, a huge wave of air blew up like a hurricane, accompanied by the waveform of sonic shocks, so that most people fell to the ground unprepared, drowsy and unconscious.

Shouts of murder rang out, not from outside, but from the back of the camp. Something has happened, there is a rebellion in the camp!, thought the few sober people.

It's just that before this thought could fall, I suddenly heard the dull sound of the horn outside, and the drumming of the earth-shaking sky burst out at the same time, resounding in the sky. Immediately afterward, there was a sound of shouting and killing like a landslide and a tsunami, and the sound of horses' hooves galloping.

The rapid galloping of the war horses made the ground tremble slightly, and it was no longer the same as when there were only seven or eight people before.

Su Mo's army finally moved. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit, if you don't move, it's enough, one hit will kill!

The killing move that had been brewing from beginning to end was finally seen at this moment.

On the watchtower, looking at the enemy troops swarming outside, at the panicked and dazed soldiers in the battalion, and at the smoke of the fire in the rear half of the camp, Chekovsky couldn't help but collapse weakly.

It's over, it's all over. At this moment, even the gods are coming, and it is difficult to save this big defeat. It was only at this moment that he finally figured out what made him feel uneasy from beginning to end.

The rout! It was the first to be put into the camp! No, it wasn't a rout at all, it was the enemy. They pretended to be their own soldiers, defrauded the battalion, and then made noise and provocation outside, and even used seven or eight people to pretend to be crazy and stupid to attract their own attention, so that the infiltrators took the opportunity to launch an attack from inside and outside.

Yes, yes, I'll just say why I always felt something was wrong at the time. It was their equipment, and although they wore their own military uniforms and carried muskets on their backs, they all carried swords and shields in their hands, and several javelins pinned to their backs.

Although the Rus' legions were also a mix of cold and hot weapons, they had a clear division of labor. Soldiers with thermal weapons specialize in using muskets, and their bodies are all strips and gun mounts, and they also have to take care of the primer on their waists, how can they make room for those knives and guns?

And cold weapons also have special formations. Equipped with throwing weapons such as javelins and axes, the weapons in their hands are not the kind of round shields and scimitars, but square shields and large swords, or spears and the like, where can there be that kind of strange combination?

When will these cunning Tatars be able to drive the Westerners? At this moment, Chekovsky, who had come to his senses thoroughly, could not help but feel extremely remorseful and full of guilt. It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that the devil is too cunning.......