The sky was covered with a touch of fish's belly, and the cold air on the steppe adjacent to the edge of the Siberian region made the crescent moon look as thin as paper.

The day is about to dawn.

Under the morning light, Kamili followed behind Moritz step by step, peeking at it, Moritz's cold and hard face was as hard as iron, only the indifferent eyes faintly revealed a blood, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck, and the cold air in his heart was rising.

The chaos in the rear camp lasted for half a night, and at this point it finally began to subside. However, sporadic gunshots and shouts were heard from time to time, indicating that the riots had not completely stopped.

Kamili sighed secretly in his heart, he knew that the damage caused by this camp was probably great. If it weren't for the luck of sending half of the soldiers out on patrol, this loss would have multiplied.

But even then, the entire rear camp was almost completely destroyed. It was not only a matter of hundreds of soldiers, but what was even more heart-wrenching was the supply of food and straw for the entire battalion. With this loss, the days of Beidaying in this cold season will become extremely difficult.

That's why His Excellency Moritz was so angry, he thought to himself. What a terrible tragedy, he muttered to himself.

Little did he know, however, that this tragedy had only just begun, and that it was far from being reached. Joseph arrived with only one concern for the safety of his attendants, and did not give details about the alleged rebels.

This makes Moritz also invisibly misled. He subconsciously thought that the rebels were rebels, just some soldiers who did not obey the control and made a rebellion.

But in fact, the difference between the words rebel and spy is definitely enough to send everyone to hell......

Outside the camp, knights began to rush in, and the various squads that were patrolling outside were ordered to return.

Moritz stood behind the defensive line organized by the guard regiment with his hands in his hands, squinting his eyes and coldly observing the two sides that were still entangled in front of him, and a fierce flash flashed in his eyes.

"The order was given to the artillery battalion to move forward and carry out a covering strike on the front. I'll give you an hour, and after an hour, I'd like to see order return to the rear camp. He commanded indifferently.

Kamiri's eyes instantly widened when he heard this, and his eyes were full of horror. The artillery battalion approached to cover the attack? God, wouldn't that be an indiscriminate strike? But there were not only rebels there, but also soldiers from their own guard regiments. Once such a blow is carried out, will those people all be buried in vain?

"Your Excellency......" he said with a hard swallow.

Moritz's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he said coldly without hesitation: "Execute the order!"

Kamiri shivered, shouted yes, and turned to deliver the order. It's just that the chill that rises from the bottom of his heart makes his soul tremble.

It's the damned Lithuanian pig! He cursed Joseph hatefully, and recorded all this misery on Joseph's head. If it weren't for Joseph's arrival, why would the North Battalion have suffered such a catastrophe? Your Excellency the Legion Commander should have hanged that bastard directly.

He went in a state of panic, but he didn't know that the reason why Moritz gave that order so cruelly was actually helpless.

According to Joseph, as well as the information obtained, the destruction of the East Battalion was not only due to the rebels. The bigger factor was the Tatar army that followed.

And now, these rebels and Joseph have arrived at their own Beida Battalion, who dares to say that those Tatars will not follow again? If the army of nearly 10,000 people does not quell the civil strife in the fastest possible time, when the Tatars arrive, the Beida Camp will be the second Eastern Battalion.

So, he didn't have a choice. I can only endure the pain and end the chaos by the most cruel and drastic means. Then regroup the forces and adjust the direction to deal with the Tatars from the south. Moreover, in order to withstand the attack of tens of thousands of Tatars with 2,000 men, he must also obtain a baggage supplement from the rear battalion. Especially*!

In this flat terrain, the number of cavalry will be the decisive factor. And for the Tatars, who were almost all cavalry, the remnants of the Cossack cavalry in his hands were completely inadequate, and the only thing he could rely on was firearms.

But firearms must have * to do it, on weekdays, for the sake of safety, the entire Beida camp * was divided into several separate warehouses by him, all of which were placed in the rear camp. Originally, this was the safest way, but in the current situation of civil strife, it has become a rat trap.

Therefore, in any case, even if the entire guard is destroyed, he must do it, and strive to pacify the rear camp before the situation reaches the worst, and keep the * library intact in his hands.

He is a general, the highest general in the entire Beida Battalion. No matter how anxious he was in his heart, he couldn't show the slightest panic. Otherwise, the entire army will be in turmoil, and it will collapse without the Tatars to fight.

It was for this reason that he deliberately made a semblance of rage, in order to divert the attention of the soldiers and prevent his inner worries from being exposed. He even deliberately said those words to Joseph in order to induce the anger of his own soldiers to rise and boost morale at the most critical moment.

Obviously, he succeeded, and from Kamiri's mental activity and the sad and angry expressions on the faces of the soldiers around him, he knew that in the next battle, they would burst out with extraordinary power.

The shield of Moscow is not a false name!

There was a rumbling sound, and the ground was trembling slightly, the guns of this era were completely adhering to the characteristics of stupidity, stupidity, and the more powerful the artillery, the bigger it was. The largest multi-barreled cannon even requires the towing of a dozen war horses to move.

As the strongest striking force of one side, the artillery battalions are all independent camps, and a base amount of ammunition will be allocated at any time. That's why Moritz can still give this order at this moment.

In fact, it was Joseph's side of the East Camp at that time that there was also this configuration. It's a pity that his command ability is inferior to Moritz's, and there is no separate camp for the artillery battalion like Moritz;

Second, it was also Olisses and others who were too fast, and as soon as they came up, they ignited the * library first, and almost all the * were burned. Not to mention that Joseph didn't have time to mobilize the artillery battalion at all, but it was too late, and the artillery without * became all decorations.

Therefore, Joseph's defeat, as those veterans slandered, was by no means a simple rebel problem, and Joseph's own ability was also fundamentally inseparable.

The loud noise here made Paz on the opposite side, and Olisses and others in the rear camp all notice.

Olisses: They weren't too worried, after all, the rear camp was still far from the front. Even if there is a huge cannon, it will not be able to hit the front of you for a while. So what they have to do at this time is to get Alur and the others out first, and then take advantage of the chaos to destroy all the threatening strongholds and hidden dangers as much as possible.

Olisses, after discovering Moritz's well-prepared precautions, was even ready to make a desperate gamble. But I didn't expect that the situation would develop to the point where he was so happy that he didn't want it;

Compared with the joy of Olisses and the others, Paz was shocked and angry, and his whole body was completely cold.

Is the commander of this Beida battalion a madman? Nima, this is inside the battalion, and if you just push the cannon, you won't be afraid of accidentally injuring your own men?

"Paspas, what should I do? What now?" asked a few of ......his men, who were following him, with a panicked face, and one after another.

From the worry and caution of just entering the camp at the beginning, to the arrogance of the unexpected success after the launch, and then to the panic of finally finding out that the catastrophe was approaching at this moment, the mood of these people overnight can be described as a roller coaster.

It's just that this kind of stimulation is really not something that ordinary people can enjoy, except for a very few reckless men who lose their minds when they kill red-eyed, most people are scared after seeing the muzzle of the black hole in that door.

Once upon a time, it was they who laughed excitedly and watched the enemy tremble in fear under their own guns, but now that they have changed to themselves, they finally truly appreciate what that fear is like.

"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. I'm going home, I'm ...... I'm me, yes, I'm surrendering, I'm going to surrender. I am also a warrior of the principality, my own people, and I will not die if I surrender. I'd rather be a slave......"

The frightened atmosphere finally made one of them unable to bear it any longer, and shouted with scattered eyes, turned around and ran out.

The others' eyes suddenly flashed, and they all turned their heads to look. Why don't they have this kind of thought in their hearts? Now that someone is the first to try it, everyone can see the opportunity to do it.

However, before this intention could be implemented, it was hit by a sudden roar.

A jet-black hand axe sliced through the space, splattering a field of blood with a terrible whistling. The fellow who turned and ran, before he could run ten paces, was split in half by the axe on his head, and fell to the ground before he could make a sound. There was only a slight movement of the hands and feet, and then there was no more sound.

"Whoever dares to betray us, this is what will happen to him!" Paz smiled with blood-red eyes. The blood-red eyes fell on someone, and the person hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to think about it again.

"Fool, do you think they're going to let us live? look, keep your eyes open, they don't even care about their own sacrifices, do you think they're going to let you go?" Paz scolded as he pointed ahead with blood on his head and face.

"At this point, we have no way to retreat, surrender is death, and we will die faster! If we want to survive, the only way is to defeat them, at least to beat them, there is no second way. ”

Everyone look at me, I look at you, and finally they all came to their senses, and a sense of sadness gradually rose in their hearts.

Paz was brutal, but he was right. So far, how can the Beida Battalion be willing to let go of its own people? Everyone is from a military background, and who does not know how great the losses caused to the army this time are? Such a big loss is not too much to hang them 10,000 times.

Surrender? This is not a battle between two armies, and if you surrender, you will become a slave at most. This is a rebellion, not to mention whether the other party is willing to surrender or not, even if they are, then the next trial is guaranteed to make them extremely sour.

In that case, then, let's fight. As Paz said, maybe as long as you are afraid of them, you will have a chance to live. As for defeating ...... Hehe......

"Path, we listen to you, what do you say. ”

"Yes, yes, we all listen to you, you are our leader......"

"Damn, Paz is right, we have no way out, fight with them!"

"Pass, give the order, how to do it....."

Everyone completely figured it out, and they were completely aroused by despair, and they all shouted one after another.

Paz's eyes flashed with a gleam, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one, until everyone was silent, and then he grinned: "Very good, remember your words, don't do stupid things again." Next ......."