"Tartar...... Tatars, Tatars are coming......" Outside the camp gate, a sentry rushed in with a panicked face, and shouted loudly from a distance.

When everyone heard this, their faces changed greatly, and they couldn't have imagined that the Tatars would come so quickly, especially when the civil strife was undecided in front of them, and under such an attack from inside and outside, the Beida camp was suddenly in danger.

Moritz was frightened and angry, his eyes widened, and he kicked the panicked sentry down, and shouted angrily: "Bastard, what are you alarmed! Say, how many Tatars are coming, and how far are they from the camp?"

Under such circumstances, the morale of the army was already in turmoil, and the shouting and shouting of this sentry made the soldiers even more discouraged? Moritz was eager to strangle this fool.

The sentry also reacted at this time, but he remembered that the situation he saw was too shocking, and he couldn't care about being ashamed at the moment, so he got up and said in a trembling voice: "It's a lot, I can't tell how much, the preliminary estimate is at least more than 10,000." Now about five miles away from us, it is estimated that in twenty minutes to half an hour, the charge will be launched. ”

Moritz was shocked when he heard this, and he trembled with anger, and said angrily with red eyes: "Five miles, bastard, what did you do earlier, and why did you come to report back now? I asked you to extend at least two miles outward on the original basis, are you eating shit?"

The original sentinel of the Beida Battalion stipulated a distance of five miles, that is, about ten miles. And after the outbreak of civil strife tonight, Moritz immediately instructed the sentinel to extend outward, at least five miles forward, and even specially instructed to add two sentry posts. In this way, the fixed sentry and the rangers can at least ensure that the enemy can be warned from a distance of thirty miles.

Although the distance of thirty miles is not too far, the Mongols are all cavalry, and most of the cavalry charges start from about three miles away, so that the speed of the horses can reach the peak when they reach the goal.

Prior to this, cavalry would dismount and walk to store horsepower. And this time can be about an hour or so, with this hour of preparation time, it is completely possible to make the Beida battalion prepared, at least to arrange artillery and other things in place, in that way, you can curb the Mongolian cavalry to the greatest extent.

But now, it was only discovered when people approached ten miles, not to mention that the civil strife in the camp is still unsettled, even under normal circumstances, it may not be too late, how can this not make Moritz angry.

The sentry looked down at Moritz's roar, and said with a sad face: "Your Excellency, we did what you asked. But the Tatars did not come from the southwest at all, but from the east. Our side is still in the range of the previous sentinels, so we didn't notice it until now......"

Moritz couldn't help but shake his body, and Camilli next to him hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Moritz's face turned pale and frightened, and he took a deep breath to stand firm, and gently pushed Kamili away.

If this is the case, does it not mean that the Tatars are not the ones who attacked the eastern camp? If this is the case, does it not mean that the Tatars are completely pouring out this time and are about to start an all-out war?

Thinking of this, Moritz could no longer calm down. Hurriedly turned around and ordered Kamiri: "Quick, send an urgent messenger to report to His Excellency the Marquis." Let's just say that the Tatars waged an all-out war against us without declaring war. Remember, it's an all-out war! Let the Marquis be very careful, and tell Your Excellency the Marquis that our northern battalion will resist to the death, and will fight to the last man! Long live Moscow! Long live His Majesty the King!"

Kamiri's face turned pale, his eyes tearfully answered, and he turned and ran. At this side, Moritz's face was pale, and his teeth were clenched. His eyes swept around the faces of the surrounding soldiers, and when he saw that everyone had a look of horror on their faces, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Fang Cai's words did not have time to evade, and the news had already spread completely. With the state of the northern camp at this time, there is no possibility of resistance at all. The fear of these soldiers was to be expected.

"Soldiers, now that the Tatars are attacking outside, and there are rebels fighting inside, we have no way to retreat. I know you're afraid, but is it useful to be afraid? No, no, no! Fear, fear, cowardice, these don't keep us alive, they only hasten our death.

Well, we have no choice. Is it to die humbly like a wretched creature in fear, or to fall heroically in battle like a warrior with our guns and our knives?

I, your regimental commander, leader, warrior Moritz of Muscovy, I will choose the latter. I will tell those savages with my life and blood the glory of a warrior and the indomitable of a man! I would rather be beheaded on the way of the charge than fall to my knees like a quail and be trampled to death in humiliation.

Now, tell me, soldiers, what about you? What is your choice?"

He preached loudly, and a momentum of grief and indignation suddenly rose in his thin body, making him instantly become extremely huge in the eyes of everyone.

The fear on the soldiers' faces faded and was replaced by a pilgrimage of fervor and madness. Yes, it is already so, and since it is certain that it will not be able to live, should it die as honorably as a warrior, or as humble as an ant?

"Fight, fight, fight!"

"For the glory of the warriors!"

"Kill, kill them all!"

Someone took the lead and shouted first, and then this shout was like a rippling wave of water, quickly igniting everyone's emotions. Countless soldiers raised their arms and shouted in unison, and even the wounded soldiers who were lying on the ground struggled to get up and shouted loudly.

The fear faded, and a tragic and crazy battle spirit permeated, and soon a huge wave was formed.

Moritz's eyes flashed with relief, and he looked at these soldiers excitedly, his heart full of pride. This is a warrior, his warrior! He Moritz, a warrior under the command of the Shield of Moscow! Never give in, never give up! Even in the most embarrassing predicament, there is only one word: war!

"Good, good, very good! You are the bravest warriors, and I am proud to fight alongside you! All the soldiers who can still take up arms obey my orders: forward, forward, crush them, and retake our camp regardless of sacrifice!"

He took a deep breath and resolutely gave this resolute order. Regardless of the sacrifice, that means an indiscriminate attack like Fang Cai, which will continue from beginning to end, until the goal is achieved.

Moritz is worthy of being a famous general in the principality, and he clearly knows that at this time, if he wants to fight on both sides, it will definitely be a lifeless ending. And only after concentrating forces first and repelling one side can it be possible to take the power of victory and then make a comeback blow.

And which side to fight first, it is clear that the rebels in the rear camp will be the undoubted first choice. First, the rebels are small in number and incomplete, so they are easier to solve in comparison. The easy ones come before the hardest, and there is no doubt that they are the most suitable at this juncture.

As long as the rear camp is taken, it can not only solve the problem of constraints, but also greatly stimulate morale. And the most important thing is that as long as you can regain control of the rear battalion, you can get supplies and let the artillery in your hands be powerful again.

Perhaps at this time, because the enemy came too suddenly and too closely, even if the artillery could not fire a few rounds, as long as it could kill and injure as many enemies as possible, it would make your side hold out longer.

Therefore, a combined blow regardless of losses seems cruel and crazy, but it is actually the most clever tactic at this time.

This time, the Rus' soldiers were free of their previous grievances. Just like the state of Paz and the others before, since they have realized life and death, there is nothing to fear, only endless madness.

Everyone shouted and screamed, and rushed forward like a tidal wave. All the obstacles that stood in their way were torn to shreds by them without hesitation. Whatever it is, whether it's friend or foe, crush! Crush! Crush it all!

The cannon raised its muzzle again, the roar of death rang out, and the whole camp was overhead, and the god of death let out a hearty laugh.

The wounded soldiers in the middle region were stunned, they didn't know why these former companions had suddenly become so brutal and cruel, and they didn't show any mercy at all.

I can't resist it, I can't resist it at all. Especially when they saw the madness on their faces and eyes when they saw these former robes, their whole body and mind were occupied by fear.

Turn around, run! Compared with the gunfire behind the persecution, the crazy and ruthless artillery on the opposite side is obviously not on the same level at all.

Later, Paz and the others were also stunned. What is the situation? Are the people on the other side crazy? Do they even care about their comrades? And if this continues, even if they are defeated and killed all, what will they pay for it?

Paz originally thought that he would use these wounded soldiers to force Moritz, so as to finally make the other side turn into a rat trap and negotiate to force the other side to let his people go. This is the best way to survive in death, and it is also the wisest choice at the moment.

He had no other delusions, as long as he could live. As for the alliance that the rear has given him cooperation and help, well, he will be unable to protect himself, who cares about the life and death of others?

It can be said that at the beginning, everything was as he calculated, and sure enough, after the other party persevered a little, he began to show obvious disadvantages. As long as he persisted like this for a few more minutes, Paz felt that his plan would be successful.

But right now, what's going on right now? Seeing that the game is about to lose, you can't afford to lose and just flip the table? Your uncle, do you need to be so tasteless, so crazy?

Paz wanted to cry without tears, but when he tried to retreat, it was too late. When confronted with a madman who is even crazier than him, and triggers a total madness, he is like a grain of dust, so insignificant.

"You should be steady, just contact the allies behind first......." was Path's last thought before he died.

Will the rest of the league take care of him? The answer is obviously that Paz is thinking too much. At this time, Olisses and the others had successfully released Arul and the others, and then gave each of them a horse, and gave them a weapon, and immediately turned around and left.

News had already arrived in the distance that the master's army was about to arrive, and they had to get the last hands in order. As for Arul and the others, whether they live or die depends on their own luck.

Boom Boom Boom –

After a short time, a series of explosions sounded from the rear camp, and huge clouds of smoke rose into the air, forming huge mushroom clouds.

The stables were also on fire, and countless horses neighed and screamed, scattering and rushing in all directions. The two biggest threats have been completely eliminated. Olisses and the others took one last look at the chaos in front of them, a smug smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, and then with a wave of their hands, they disappeared into the fireworks with everyone.

Ahead, the rebels were finally completely annihilated, and Moritz, who had just rushed to the edge of the rear camp, stared blankly at the fireworks that rose into the sky, and suddenly his face flashed red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out......