The north wind howled with a different kind of coldness, Li Yi stood outside the fortress, standing solemnly on the high platform, his eyes were indescribably solemn, he looked at the north wind, with a solemnity in his tone, and said, "Look at those people in the north!" They are good at fighting, they are brave, they have just defeated the Guanning Iron Cavalry, they are red hairs from the north, the Manchu Qing Dynasty is still connected with us and others, and the red Yi in front of them, they are really alien! ”

Behind a row of Beifu soldiers, with a solemnity on their faces, looking at the silent wildness in front of them, the wind was whistling, the grass was blowing, the Slavic army formation in front of them moved, the military band behind them began to sing military songs, under the melodious Tsarist war song, the eyes of this group of Slavic soldiers were already red, and one by one the officers frantically reprimanded, only to stabilize the formation that seemed to have loosened.

Warlike, crazy, Li Yi looked at the military formation in front of him, their military formation was not rigorous, but it was not rigorous, it was because of the belligerence of the soldiers, they could see clearly, the group of Slavs, the fighting spirit in their eyes, like a burning flame, in the sound of military music, they began to advance.

One Franky cannon after another was pushed out, and the soldiers were mechanically loaded with gunpowder, and their movements were extremely fast and accurate, like a machine, and these gunners had long since learned how many times they had trained this kind of action, and their movements were extremely condensed.

Behind them was a group of firecrackers, they were half-kneeling behind the battlements, holding the firecrackers that had been filled long ago, the sunlight was shining through the gaps in the dark clouds, looking for the faces of these firecrackers, the cold expressions were like the cold firecrackers in their hands, they were waiting here like this.

Peter the Great stood on his carriage, his eyes were cold, but his heart was becoming more and more uneasy, and the Jewish staff officer beside him, with a melancholy look, said, "Such a strict first, such a perfect fortress." There are also fortifications one after another, this kind of enemy is by no means a weak and deceitful soft-egg as they say, and no one will favor them when the Tsarist Russian warriors rush up like this. ““

"You're wrong, it's not a Russian warrior, it's a Slavic warrior," a general on the side laughed, and said, "See, this Jew, they themselves are as timid as rats, hum, you yourself are extremely cowardly, don't come to influence us," he said coldly.

"Shut up" Peter the Great said to his generals, that is, he continued to look at the city wall, his eyes condensed, and said, "This kind of fortress, and this kind of fortification, I didn't expect that the Easterners would also build such a tight defense line, but I don't know if they are good at war."

"Only the cowardly Nov will build a fortress to protect himself, and the real warriors will pick up the sword in their hands and break the fortress of the Nov, or on the plain, ride a war horse to fight to the death," said the Slavic general on the side, his tone was indifferent, like an ice stone.

"The military academy that I have spent so much effort to build will teach you fools who have swords in their heads" Peter the Great suddenly scolded, and all the generals bowed their heads, some of them were already panicking, and they made their esteemed majesty angry.

"I wish there were a bunch of cowards behind the walls," said Peter the Great, and he put his mink cloak over his body and got into the carriage.

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"Fire!" The colonel on the city wall scolded, and the mountains shook like a sway, and a row of artillery on the city wall spewed out orange flames, and steel projectiles crossed arcs in the air and flew in the air.

Ula, Ula!! A group of Maozi who were wearing military uniforms and charging forward frantically, they shouted their own slogans and sang war songs to start their own charge.

Their eyes were full of madness, fluttering, fluttering———— projectiles flying in the air.

A bloody alley appeared, and the Maozi artillery behind it also began to spray flames, the air was a pungent smell of gunpowder, and only the cannonball screamed in the ear, which made people's eardrums a little painful.

At this time, they quickly changed their tactics and began to dig trenches, one trench after another, and they slowly advanced through the trenches, and the threat of artillery was too great for them. Officer Maozi did not expect that there would be such a dense artillery in this fortress.

In the bulletproof trench, a piece of silver bayonet appeared, flashing with cold light, and it was in this trench that groups of Russian soldiers moved forward, black and pressed, and their high black military hats could be seen. There is also a forest of bayonets.

"Trench?" The Ming soldiers on the city wall immediately ran out of way, they could not put the artillery on their shoulders to change the angle of fire, let them shoot into this trench, and the trench was still irregular wavy, so it was impossible to hit a row of people with a shell.

"Rush! Charge, rush through, inside this wall are weak Orientals, break the city, the wealth inside, the beautiful women inside are yours," said the Slavic officer, and the crowd dug forward from this trench.

There was a dripping sound of water———— outside the water gate of the city wall, in the dark water, but one by one Beifu soldiers crawled out, the iron armor on their bodies was still dripping with water stains, their faces and hair were wet, and the blades in their hands reflected the cold in the water.

"What? The Orientals dared to raid us from the Water Gate" The Slavic generals did not expect this kind of battle, shouldn't they be cowardly and dare not go out of the city, they dared to take the initiative to sneak attack, which made him even more angry, the cowardly people should be cowered in the city, he wanted to give this group of people a look.

The Beifu soldiers jumped into the trenches of the Naslavs, led by the Beifu soldiers, waving a long-handled knife in their hands, a bloody arrow spurted out, and the Slavic soldiers in front of them screamed and fell to the ground————.

Fluttering———— the Beifu soldiers rushed into the queue, brandishing their machetes, a kind of hairy firecrackers with bayonets, where the opponent was, he was slaughtered madly.

"What,? The Orientals on the other side, sneak attack us from the Water Gate" Peter the Great walked out of his carriage, he looked at the distance, the Slavs in his trench, being slaughtered frantically by soldiers wearing that kind of medieval armor, and said, "Mobilize, pikemen, pikemen come forward" He said this, he didn't expect that he looked at those skilled Beifu soldiers, his face gradually became solemn, this group of Orientals has shown the power that surprised him, but what makes him even more strange is why their combat effectiveness is so disparity? The cavalry I encountered before was crushed at the first touch, and the group of Orientals in front of me had powerful artillery, and there were such powerful warriors like medieval warriors?

I'm at work this time, there's no way, because I just went and I want to train, so there are a lot of things, maybe I'm not allowed to go every day, and I'm going to be left to work overtime, I hope that after I turn positive, I can relax.