Seeing the stoat being grabbed, the musketeer led by the musketeer breathed a sigh of relief, he only skimmed it, guessing that these people might just be some herdsmen, forest keepers or lumberjacks, he reached into his pocket, and when he wanted to grab a small silver coin, he heard a shout behind him that was even sharper and sharper than that of the stoat, and a short axe flew past his cheek, directly covering the face of the man who stood up.

It happened so suddenly that the musketeer did not react for a moment, but he immediately drew his musket - and saw the Tatars come around from behind them as fast as they were hunting wild beasts, and they did not hesitate to attack the men by the fire, and the musketeers escorted the crown prince back, while parting a part of the men to fight the men who rushed out of the woods.

The savages were even more shabby than the Tatars they had seen, and many of them had no leather robes, only a mass of cumbersome strips of cloth—their heads and limbs sticking out of the filthy strips like fierce mops, and they were armed with spears, crude swords, sticks and stones, pouring out in flocks like startled owls—the battle was inexplicable and unusually fierce.

Although the crown prince Louis Jr. has never been to the battlefield, he has a half-brother Luciano, that is, the Duke of Colonna, although they have been secretly competing for their father's love, but there is also a bit of true affection between the brothers, the Duke of Colonna is Louis's firstborn, very eldest brother, whether in Versailles, Paris or Calais, or Nantes, he has always taken care of his younger siblings.

As the first child to be brought to the battlefield by Louis XIV, the Duke of Colonna certainly described the battlefield scene with Louis the Younger, Eugen the Younger, and even the Celestial Princess and the Grand Marser on more than one occasion, and of course, when he was alone with the boys, his words were much more direct - In the era of muskets and artillery, the casualties caused by war were already very terrible, even if the bullets of muskets were not as powerful as the bullets of later generations, they still caused many bloody wounds; when artillery was still using stone bullets, it could already break tendons and fractures, and after replacing iron bullets and shotguns, it would be like a plow of death to plow a bloody path directly in the battle team; and those powder jars thrown into the fortress by the grenadiers, if it was really unfortunate, then the enemy in the fortress might not even be able to leave a complete corpse。

Such a scene, even through the Duke of Colonna's dry retelling, was enough to make the crown prince tremble, and he even had a few nightmares, but considering the jealousy of his grandmother and mother towards the Duke of Colonna, he did not let anyone know the source of the nightmares.

Little Louis felt that he should be ready, and that he would bravely face any pain and death, even if it was directed against himself.

But he never imagined that the real battle would be like this—in the smoke of gunpowder, under the towering fortresses, in the sound of drums, in front of the orderly procession, the soldiers in neat uniforms and solemnly stepping on the beat towards the enemy—and so did their enemies, solemn and orderly, even if some would be wounded and some would die— It may be a masterpiece such as that of Mr. LeBlanc in the Grand Gallery of Versailles, or a grand and grand tragedy created by Mr. Gourney.

But what he saw were beast-like humans.

The king's musketeers instinctively wanted to distance themselves, and rightly so, the encounter was unexpected, but against these thugs, who were inferior to the Tatars, they had a huge advantage in their weapons and horses, but as in a real battlefield, it was not the right course of action to fight a group of barbarians in such a dense forest—but as soon as they retreated, the Tatars behind them rushed forward.

As soon as the Tatars were entangled with them, the situation became even more chaotic, and they were like a pack of well-trained hounds met a pack of hungry wolves—yes, at first, the Tatars' sudden attack cut down all the thugs who were at the fire, but as more and more enemies poured out of the woods, spears and axes were erected like trees, and the horses beneath them became burdensome.

A musketeer took hold of the Dauphin's reins and was about to take him away, and little Louis saw at a glance that he was none other than Pierre, the cousin of the Count of d'Artagnan, a good gentleman who had served the king even longer than the Count d'Artagnan, and who was also an old man over fifty, but when the king asked him if he would like to be given a small fiefdom and spend the rest of his life peacefully and happily in his hometown, he, like the Count d'Artagnan, refused without hesitation— He even said that he would rather be hit in the chest by a cannonball on the battlefield than lie in bed and return to God's feet in the cries of a woman.

And because of this loyalty, courage and experience, the king sent him to the Dauphin's side in this battle, which was an important and glorious task, and Monsieur Pierre of course had to be 120,000 cautious, but the Dauphin immediately put his hand on his forearm: "Who are they?"

"I don't know. Mr. Pierre said.

"But they were attacking my father's subordinates. The crown prince said, "I command you to go and help them." ”

"I'll keep you safe above all," Pierre surveyed the situation, "and let us go to that hill just now, from where you can watch the battle from a high vantage point, Your Highness." He waved a musketeer, and conveyed the Prince's order, and then, together with some of the other attendants, escorted the Prince's horse up the hill, and as the Crown Prince stood up, he saw another musketeer riding in the direction of the garrison.

This is also just in case, of course, the safest thing is to send the crown prince back to the castle, but Monsieur Pierre has roughly estimated the number of enemies, if there are only Tatars here, then the situation may change, but there are also the prince's attendants and musketeers here - rather than rushing back to Camnico when the situation is unknown, it is better to wait here for reinforcements to arrive, the garrison is closer to the castle than the castle.

As soon as the Dauphin Louis the Younger ascended the hills, he was able to see the whole battlefield more clearly, the musketeers and the French attendants were exiting the dense forest in an orderly manner, the Tatars were entangled with the thugs, but they were also slowly retreating, he could not see Anwo's face here, and he did not quite understand why Anwo had suddenly attacked, but the Dauphin felt that he was now afraid that he was only afraid of regret.

Not really, the Dauphin of France could not understand the Tatars, they were not good at herding, they were not good at growing wheat, they were not good at business, they had no land or houses, tribe after tribe of Tatars were like rolling grass tossed by the wind, and they had to sell their force for their livelihood - they were used to fighting at all times.

While the Crown Prince's musketeers were still considering whether to give the man who had captured the ferret a small silver coin, or a large silver coin, Anwo had already recognized at a glance that these people were also Tatars - Crimean Tatars, and the lowest level of slaves, which can be said to be consumables, how they managed to sneak here is unknown, but these people are simple-minded but have a keen sense of smell, just like you must not turn around when you encounter a beast, Anwo threw the tomahawk in his hand without thinking.

There are more people hidden in the dense forest than Anwo thought, although they have inferior weapons, but they have the advantage in numbers, looking down from the horse, all are outstretched arms, in the dense forest the horses can not speed up, the enemy's pressure on Anwo is also increasing with the number, at this time a dry hand clenched the torch slammed on the hind hip of Anwo's mount, the horse was in pain, suddenly rushed forward, directly rushed to several erected spears, Anwo saw that the situation was not good, immediately slipped out of the stirrup boots, jumped from the horse to the ground, as soon as he landed, there were at least three weapons stabbed at him, Anwo saw a short spear of a sheep's jawbone, let it hit itself - as all Tatars complained, the sheep's narrow mandibles tore only through Anwo's leather robe, leaving a tumbling wound on his shoulder, which looked terrible, but not serious.

Anwo reached out and grabbed the spearhead of the short spear, he was somewhere between a teenager and a young man, but as the son of the chief, the abundance of meat ensured that he had the strength to match that of an adult, especially the fierce but weak enemy he chose, Anwar pulled him into his arms, killed him with a short knife, and then lifted him by the shoulder, as if he were holding a shield, and pounced on the other two enemies - his enemies howled, one of whom wielded a stone hammer, which directly made his " The shield "slipped off his shoulder, and another enemy swung a wooden club at his head.

But by this time Anwar had already grabbed a tomahawk, he didn't know if it was his, or if it was left behind by the enemy, but he was as good at using a tomahawk as an Italian with a knife and fork, and while he was short enough to let go of the menacing stick, he backhanded and slashed the leg of the "stone hammer", he did not make up for it, jumped over the fallen stone hammer, and narrowed the distance between himself and the "stick" to only one arm, and then he waved his arm as a matter of course, and the expression of the "stick" finally froze on the panic.

But at this moment, a Crimean Tatar who climbed into a tree shot an arrow at him, and he fell to the ground, surrounded by a mess of horses' hooves and boots, in this case, the chances of being found and rescued by his companions were pitifully low, Anwo gritted his teeth, and was about to jump up, when a hammer struck him on the back, he didn't know if it was another "stone hammer", but this time it seemed to drain all his strength.

As a horse's hoof stepped over his body, and the young Tatar's ears, mouth, nose, and eyes were bleeding, he was of course not reconciled, and his father told him that he was going to serve the eldest son of the Sultan of France, and that he would most likely become a nobleman, a lord, like their former lord—if it weren't for the fact that he was the same age as the crown prince, it would not have been his turn, and his brother was stronger and braver.

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Although the crown prince asked them to rescue the Tatars, Pierre watched coldly as the Tatars had lost almost half of them, and the strangely dressed thugs and outcasts had almost all left the jungle before the squires and musketeers lined up to fire—these strange Tatars did not seem to know much about the new muskets, and they rushed forward with all their might, thinking that they could counteract the threat of thermal weapons with speed and numbers.

This, of course, can only be described as a ridiculous delusion.

Just when these thugs began to hesitate and hesitate, the French army also arrived, and General Vauban himself led the army, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Dauphin, and the next thing was much simpler, those thugs did not even have a chance to escape, and Vauban had already let the army surround the entire dense forest.

The crown prince was immediately escorted back to the castle, and it was not until the next day that he learned that although Anwo had survived, his sister Meadow and the other young Tatars had died.

Information about this was also sent to Louis XIV, and of course it was surprising and worrying that a group of Crimean Tatars, pioneers and spies of the Ottoman Turks, had suddenly crossed the Sava and infiltrated so close to Kamnik.

"May I know how they got here?" Louie asked.

"They were helped by the Wilicaprani Heights herders. The Marquis de Lois replied: "These herders often use sheepskin airbags to cross the Sava River, and this time they may have made hundreds of sheepskin airbags at once to bring a group of Crimean Tatars into the Kamnino region." ”

"Wait......" asked little Louis in surprise, "Who are you talking about? Aren't those herders Slovenians?"

"Yes," said the Marquis de Lowas, "they are Slovenes, so to speak. ”

"Then how can they ......?" the crown prince thought for a moment, not knowing how to phrase it: "how can they go and help our enemies?"

"Quite right," said Louis, "our enemy is not their enemy." "Slovenia was only under the control of the Habsburgs of the Holy Roman Empire, but not the Habsburgs...... "For those herders, we are no different from the Ottoman Turks, who have to pay taxes and serve the same, no, it should be said, they hate us even more, because we have taken away their property and homes. ”

Crown Prince Louis Jr. opened his mouth wide - he thought that they were righteous, that the herdsmen, the Slovenians, should support them from the bottom of their hearts as the people of Jerusalem, Tripoli, and Damascus during the crusading jihad!