Sean Raffarin ran back desperately in a daze, and the scene just now kept coming to his mind......

It was a nightmare battle, where all the bullets fired by your side were blocked by plate armor, while the bullets of the opposing side recklessly harvested the lives of your own soldiers; and the other party's cannon muzzle, which seems to never stop and always shines with the flame of death; No army can maintain its morale without crumbling in such a situation.

Thinking of this, Sean really understood the move of the English and Dutch to retreat first. However, it is especially frustrating that the bitter fruit of failure has to be tasted by oneself.

Sean staggered along, his young first mate, Julien de Eblore of Franche-Comté, supporting him. There was a constant volley of guns behind him, and it must have been the damned Tatar pursuers. Yes, they will not spare themselves, these barbarians will cut off their heads to show off their prowess, as they have been doing for hundreds of years.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded behind them, and Sean and Yu Lian suddenly turned around with dead faces, and Sean subconsciously drew his officer's sword.

Leonid Fedorovich rode a majestic Andalusian horse. Looking at the French and Dutch scurrying around in front of him, he finally found a trace of the pleasure he used to have when he crisscrossed the plains of South Russia, Ha Luha, this is the life I want.

"Huh?" Leonid squinted slightly, and the two brightly dressed guys not far in front of him seemed to be officers. Did one of them dare to draw his tiny saber that was far more decorative than practical, and his brain was broken?

"Poof." The sharp thirty-two-year-style command knife slashed across Sean Raffarin's neck, and blood splattered Yu Lian's face. Yu Lian stared blankly at the corpse of the commander who had lost his head, as if he was stunned and did not react.

Leonid returned from his horseback, his blood-dripping sharp saber pointed at Yu Lian. Yu Lian just woke up from a dream at this time, and subconsciously retreated, but he didn't know if he was nervous or for some reason, so he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Leonid shook his head contemptuously and moved on.

The morale of the French had completely collapsed, and they were now preoccupied with running back to the landing site and then returning to the big ship anchored in the sea. At first there was some order in their escape, but after feeling the gunfire and horses' hooves of the Tatars getting closer and closer behind them, they abandoned almost everything they could to get away from this damn place and began to run, and order collapsed.

This created an excellent opportunity for the Cossacks to kill and drive away the defeated soldiers. They gave up their backs, and the weapons in their hands were gone, and even if they did not have time to reload and shoot, the Cossack cavalry waved their sabers to their heart's content, driving them into a heap like sheep. These soldiers, who had lost their courage to fight, surrendered in pieces, throwing their weapons all over the ground.

The two-kilometre escape seemed to have no end, and the chase finally came to an end when the fastest Captain of the "Good Old Man", John Stone, and four or five panting soldiers were stopped by Leonid's saber.

Leonid and a few fellow Ukrainians beat up the Brits, and looted all their valuables. The enemy fleet at sea also seemed to be aware of the movement on the shore, but they could not confirm the outcome of the battle for a while. And since 3 of the 4 captains were lost on the shore, they still needed to coordinate internally, and they couldn't react in a short time anyway.

Liao Meng and 48 officers and men took over the French and Dutch soldiers who had surrendered almost at the speed of the march, and the main force of the first battalion followed by them will take these people back to care.

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As early as the end of the battle, which was decided by the main forces of the two armies in just a few minutes at the creek wetland, the members of the executive committee knew that today's battle had been won with certainty. After the main force went to pursue the enemy, Jiao Tang, the internal affairs commissar, organized a group of new Irish and Norwegian immigrants to clean up the battlefield outside the city, which was actually a disguised act of prestige.

The battlefield after the two armies engaged was extremely bloody. Scattered corpses, wounded people with missing arms and legs, internal organs and human tissues everywhere, etc., can make people who are new to the battlefield vomit. The Irish and Norwegian immigrants were no exception, the older ones were better, and some teenage and half-year-old children threw up on their knees.

Several soldiers of the 1st Battalion who remained near the battlefield to guard the ironclad were also pale, apparently having vomited just now. I didn't have time to take care of it when I was fighting just now, and now I'm idle and obviously make up for this lesson.

Jiao Tang looked at the battlefield with a tense face, he was born as a criminal policeman, and he had never seen any kind of corpse, so it was safe to walk in the middle of the blood. There were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, most of them killed by arquebuses, and a few killed by artillery.

The corpse died in a horrible state, after all, it was hit by a large-caliber arquebus, and a large hole in the body was the lightest. If the projectile happens to roll in the body, it will die even more ugly.

In addition to the corpses, there were a small number of wounded, and none of those who had not died until now had been hit in vital parts. But they are no better than death, and if they are not killed by an arquebus, they are basically amputated; After amputation, you have to pass the level of wound inflammation, and if you are lucky enough to pass this level, you can be said to have survived.

Jiao Tang looked coldly at some of the wounded who were lying in a pool of blood and moaning, and did not mean to help and treat them. These European "war animals" are also crippled even if they are saved, and Jiao Tang is an extremely cold-blooded and rational pragmatist, and he is left to fend for nothing worthless.

The body should be buried as soon as possible. Because it's summer, if you don't deal with it as soon as possible, it may lead to epidemics, which is an absolute disaster for everyone. Jiao Tang commanded his men to find a piece of wasteland nearby and dig a pit on the spot to bury it.

Seven soldiers of the 1st Battalion were also killed, one of whom was a crosser. All seven of them were hit in the face by indiscriminate arquebus bullets during the counter-shooting, and died on the spot, which is relatively unlucky. Their bodies will be buried in the National Cemetery, and a funeral service will be held at that time.

At this time, one after another, groups of dejected captives were escorted back. The people who were working on the battlefield cheered loudly when they saw this scene, as if they were honored to win this great victory, even though they did not participate in the battle. The captives were to be temporarily held in empty houses in the city, where they would probably have a long career as miners.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon. All the captives have been escorted back, and they will be taken over by the police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Peng Zhicheng led the soldiers of the first battalion to assemble again at the city gate, which was the request of the executive committee. In addition to distributing a large amount of food and drinks, the core activity of the Executive Committee was to hold a ceremony for the officers and men of the first battalion of the newly built army who had returned from victory.

"Hey! These guys are pretty good at tossing. Peng Zhicheng smiled, of course he would not refuse the kindness of the executive committee. After all, this can increase the pride and honor of the soldiers, and by the way, it can also strengthen the cohesion and centripetal force of the immigrants.

"Listen to me, you bunnies!" Peng Zhicheng, who fought with real knives and guns, is now speaking a lot more heroically, "The executive committee has arranged a ceremony for us to enter the city, and it will give me some energy for a while." This is a chance for everyone to raise their faces, and they are not allowed to drop the chain. The first artillery outpost and... Well... The cavalry also participated. ”

"Now all of them are on par with the right! Look forward! Peng Zhicheng yelled: "The horizontal team becomes a column!" Hold the gun! Let's go! One, two, one... One, two, one..."

The first post was at the front of the team, and Chang Kaisheng and Jiang Zhiqing were at the front of the first post. Chang Kaisheng raised his head and chest, his eyes did not squint, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his face was covered with redness; Jiang Zhiqing, who was side by side with him, also looked similar. When the first outpost appeared at the city gate, the earth-shattering cheers suddenly erupted, and whether it was the traversers or the old and new immigrants, they were absolutely sincerely grateful to these people who defended them at this moment. Many people, whether they know each other or not, hug each other excitedly, shouting meaningless syllables in their mouths, and venting their feelings.

Immediately behind the 1st Battalion were the brethren of the 1st Outpost of the Independent Field Artillery, who at this time lined up with their bare hands to follow the infantry, and received the cheers of everyone together.

Then there were the 40 cavalrymen who had been improvised before the war, their horses had been collected by the Animal Husbandry Bureau, and these Ukrainian villagers could only walk into the city behind the first artillery outpost. They were also flushed with excitement, their bodies were covered with all kinds of loot, and the team walked crookedly, and from time to time they laughed heroically.

Leonid did not laugh with them, he was tall and handsome, holding the 32-year-style command knife in his left hand, and quietly rolled his gaze through the crowd, as if looking for something. After glancing back and forth many times, Leonid turned his head in some disappointment, and suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Xiaowei and a group of girls of similar age huddled in the corner, pointing at the group walking in the middle of the road, and from time to time let out bursts of laughter like silver bells. Suddenly, the group of girls noticed a tall Ukrainian walking briskly towards them, he looked a little nervous, his right hand in his trouser pocket trembling slightly.

"It's you?!" Li Xiaowei looked at this Ukrainian who seemed to be a little familiar and suddenly realized, obviously remembering who he was.

Leonid walked up to Li Xiaowei, subconsciously avoided Li Xiaowei's big eyes, and then took out his right hand from his trouser pocket as if he had exhausted all his strength, stretched out it in front of Li Xiaowei, and said in Chinese, which he was not very proficient in: "Send... To... Yours! War... Booty! ”

Li Xiaowei's mouth suddenly opened into an O-shape, which was a dazzling ruby necklace.