.” Known as the undefeated and undefeated cavalry of the Romanov Dynasty, the cavalry of Tu Yin Diao Satin, when they were dying, still burst into great combat power, and these sturdy warriors crashed into any enemy like madmen, and their faith was only one catty. Die! Take his enemies to hell with him!

Whining! Whining! The cold machete flew in the air, waving, and the sword wind produced by the swing made a piercing scream, the blade bumped against the blade, accompanied by the sound of sparks and metal colliding, and the shouting of killing was deafening and resounded through the sky.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat of cavalry hedging, one-on-one fighting, often the cavalry machetes of both sides are handed over, two war horses kick by, and after the opponent's net is just hand-to-hand, they will pass by again, if the enemy is not dead, then they will be handed over to the comrades who rushed behind them.

There are no fancy moves, and there are no other skills, at this moment, only by killing the enemy can you prevent yourself from being killed, relying on only the blood in your chest, the courage in your heart.

In this bloody battlefield, no matter who they were, whether they were humble or noble, fierce or cowardly, sinister and cunning, and above board, at this moment, both the dragon knights and the Cossacks burst out at the same time with earth-shattering shouts, stirring up a terrifying rage

Achev's eyes were already red, and almost everyone in his squad had died. Some were shot to death by the dragoon's riding mirror, some were cut off by machetes, some accidentally fell off their horses and were trampled into flesh by horses' hooves, one by one once familiar comrades fell in front of his eyes, and the once fiery lives turned into cold corpses, he held the knife and roared like a beast from his throat: "Ula! ”

Achev drove the war horse to rush to a dragoon with a machete, at the moment when the two sides exchanged horses, the machete in his hand with a whistling, pants Buddha black lightning cut over, the dragoon instinctively raised the long knife in his hand to resist, only to hear a violent sound of "Zheng", the long knife in the hand of the dragoon was slashed by the galloping Achev's big knife in his hand. The two knives clanged with each other, and then, the trouser Buddha rained blood, and the dragoon was careless, Achev suddenly changed the direction of the blade, and inserted it diagonally into the right rib of the dragoon, and the dragoon burst into the horse, and then unwillingly flipped off the horse.

Achev didn't have much time to rejoice in his luck, his luck was indeed much better than that of his comrades in his squad, and soon, another dragoon saw him and rushed closer, and then, the dragoon's horse was so fast that before Achev could react, he had already slashed his long knife.

Snort, the sound of gold and iron piercing into the flesh and bones, as well as the sharp pain in his waist and abdomen, made Chehefu suddenly break out in a cold sweat: "Ula."

It was the last roar he could utter, and the deadly knife visibly stabbed him in the hair

Everything in front of him was red, and the shouts of killing in all directions suddenly had no connection with Achev, he raised his eyes and stared at the sky, the snow-filled sky seemed to be dyed red, the dragoon looked at him indifferently, and then pulled the long knife in his hand from his waist and abdomen, and walked away.

Warm blood flowed from Achev's waist and abdomen, but it quickly clotted into plasma in the cold weather. At first there was a strong pain, but then, on the contrary, he did not feel the pain, and Achev even felt a trace of warmth, like the Don River on that summer day, on the green meadow, he galloped on his horse, and it often took a morning's work to reach Alina's house.

"Beloved, I hope you won't forget me."

The repeated battles lasted for a whole morning, the Cossacks resisted desperately, so that the dragoons suffered great losses, the entire corps was reduced by more than a third, and the most painful thing for Bai Cheng was that even so, there was still a group of Cossack cavalry who fought their way out and desperately escaped.

The snow field has long been watered with blood, the corpses of those who died in the war have long been frozen stiff, the heavy snow still shows no signs of stopping, the dragoons who have been fighting all morning are full of sadness and dismount, and begin to search for the corpses of their comrades, the young man who was once full of blood has long been buried here, maybe they are still talking to each other and imagining the future, but now, everything seems to have been swept away by this wind and snow, leaving only an inconspicuous skeleton.

After the search of the corpses of their comrades, some people also began to clean up the corpses of these Cossacks, they are enemies, but the enemy can also be respected, the dragoons are in awe of their courage, admire their death, if it were not for the help of the riding mirror in the early stage, I am afraid that even the dragoons dare not tell the victory.

And Bai Cheng is not so sentimental, he is naturally a pity for those soldiers who died in battle, only to this time, as a commander of one side, he understands that judgments mixed with any feelings are very likely to bury more people, he keeps urging the soldiers to enter the city as soon as possible, this is the hinterland of Russia, if there is still a Russian army coming, where will the dragoons have the energy to fight again?

At this moment, a scout hurriedly rode his horse and galloped over, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Report."

The scout attracted Bai Cheng's attention, and then quickly rode over and turned over and dismounted, kneeling on one knee on the snow: "Report, Lord Governor, appear in the northwest direction."

A few hawks, numbering about 20,000 to 40,000, except for a few scouts, are small, the mountain is coming in this direction, and it is expected that it will arrive in half an hour, please decide. ”

"Revisit". Bai Cheng's eyebrows were twisted, he had long expected such a situation, now this field battle has caused huge losses to the dragoon regiment, and it has only been a battle, the soldiers have not had time to eat lunch, and the energy consumed has not recovered, at this time, if he continues to entangle with the enemy, it is really painful, he immediately said to the officers beside him: "Order, all soldiers must enter the city within a stick of incense, there must be no mistake."

"Yes!" The officers went to give orders, and after a while there was a burst of gold from the top of the city, and the dragoons, hearing the sound of gold and iron, knew that it was an urgent assembly, and poured into Rostov-on-Don.

Half an hour later, a military horse meandered on the horizon, this infantry is the first modern shooting army built by the Russians with their national strength, especially the foot soldiers, although Moscow is closer, the arrival time of the shooting army is two years later than the Cossacks, and it is these times that make the shooting army miss the opportunity to enter the battle, when they see the scene in the wilderness, they can't help but be stunned, and then look at the city still with the Ming banner on the head, It immediately became clear that the famous Cossacks had lost to this group of Han Chinese.

The commander of the shooting corps, Count Oreyev, who was still proud and complacent, has now become cautious, the archery corps is the most important defense force in Moscow, and enjoys the same territory as the Ming Guards Corps, and almost all the halo of glory is shrouded in them, this army is considered a good peace compared to the Russian armies

However, the Cossack cavalry regiment was no worse than the shooting army, and when it came to the results and fame, the Cossack cavalry was even larger, and this cavalry regiment, which had been formed for centuries, seemed to be the sharpest butcher's knife under the tsarist power, and the Cossacks were present in almost every Russian foreign war.

Although Count Oreyev believed in the combat power of the shooting army, he never dared to ignore the strength of the Cossacks, but now, a bloody fact is in front of Oreyev, that is, the once invincible Cossacks were defeated, and looking at the situation on the battlefield, I am afraid that the defeat is not light.

Count Oreyev believed that the shooting corps would never be able to annihilate the Cossacks, so he became afraid of the dragoons who had taken refuge in the inner city of Rostov.

He canceled the order to attack immediately, and instead had his soldiers build fortifications a few miles away, his plan was that since the city could not be recovered in one fell swoop, the only way was to trap this group of Han Chinese, and if they wanted to come, they would not want to leave.

The infantry was not suitable for attack, but it was better to let the shooting corps defend it, and Count Oreyev was confident that if he had enough patience, it would only be a matter of time before he trapped this group of enemies.

"General, why don't we open fire?" An officer flashed behind Count Oreyev, who was a young soldier and was a little dissatisfied with the count's cautious approach, according to his meaning, as long as the artillery battalion of the firing corps bombarded the city indiscriminately, and then pressed it with infantry, it would not be difficult to capture the city.

Count Oreyev glared at the officer: "There are not only damned Han people in this city, but also hundreds of thousands of our compatriots, not only that, but the Duke of Rostov and the Archbishop of Rostov are in the city, bombarding them with artillery, and the most casualties are our own people." ”

The officer immediately did not dare to speak, and stepped aside with interest.

In the following days, the shooting corps dug a trench and fortifications several kilometers long outside the city, and Oreyev was calculating the stock in the city, all in all, for the firing corps, dragging down the opponent was definitely the most worthwhile way, and after a few days, the troops from all over the country also arrived, they camped around the city, and together with the firing corps, began to consolidate the defensive line, by this time, Count Oreyev finally saw the dawn of victory, and his mood was particularly cheerful, Even on a day when the snow stopped, he took a group of officers to hunt in the nearby mountains and forests for an afternoon.

However, soon Oreyev stopped laughing, and a messenger from Moscow came, this messenger was a close minister of Princess Sophia, who was ordered to come immediately after the coup d'état to inform the return of the shooting army to the rescue, this hurried close minister apparently did not know that he had gone away with the front foot, and Peter with the back foot entered the Klim Palace, and became the first Tsar.

Hearing the news of the Moscow rebellion, Oreyev was speechless for a while, he was a hardcore supporter of the Miroslavsky family, Peter's rebellion was directed at Princess Sophia's regency, once Princess Sophia lost her rights, then Miroslavsky was bound to collapse, and he, a hardcore supporter of the Miroslavsky family, may not have good fruit to eat.

"Your Excellency, please be sure to return to Moscow with your army and suppress the rebellion." The envoy anxiously urged, and in his opinion, the sooner the shooting army returned to Moscow, the more hope Princess Sophia had.

"Nope." Count Oreyev was a man who was completely loyal to his duties, he glanced at the city of Rostov worriedly, and then said: "If the shooting army returns to Moscow, then this group of Han people can break through the cage at any time, if there is no shooting army, there will be a gap in the entire defense line surrounding the city, and the Han people will have a chance to take advantage of the Yuegang, and the order I received is to eliminate the weeping Han people to maintain the honor of the empire, especially it." And Count Oreyev smiled bitterly and said: "Even if we return now, I'm afraid it won't be too late, Your Excellency, I'm sorry to disappoint you." ”

The messenger snorted coldly and walked away.

A few days later, another emissary arrived, representing Peter, who had become the First Tsar, for two purposes, to appease the commander of the shooting corps, and to negotiate with the Han Chinese.

According to Peter's assumption, it is extremely irrational to continue to plunge the empire into war now, and the result of fighting on two fronts will only tear the whole of Russia apart, so the first thing he did since he came to power was to try to contact the Ottomans and the Ming to conclude an armistice, if an alliance can be concluded, even if it is to give up a part of the territory in exchange for respite, Russia's problem is not a matter of territorial size, but the result of rapid consumption of population and finance, what he needs is time, he needs time to expand armaments, It will take time to heal the wounds of war, and it will take time to re-establish the prestige of the empire.

On the first question, Count Oreyev wisely expressed his allegiance to the new tsar, and on the second question, Count Oreyev was a little dissatisfied, he spent a lot of time to surround this group of enemies tightly, and wasted a lot of energy to calculate the time that Rostov could hold in the city, he was already victorious, counting on washing away the shame of the empire, but the new tsar actually asked for peace talks with the enemies in the city, maybe after the peace talks, they would be sent out of the country, As a commander, Oreyev was naturally full of whining and raised opposing opinions.

But soon, Oreyev succumbed, so that seeing that persuasion of Oreyev was fruitless, he did not force it, but went to several other camps around, and these garrisons who hurried from all over the country expressed their support when they heard that Peter had inherited the tsar, which was also because of the sequelae of the regent period of the Duke of Sophia, and everyone did not think that this regent princess who loved luxury and beautiful clothes could do anything, and the real tsar's successor Peter held the power, but everyone had nothing to say, Then the messenger conveyed Peter's order, and the officers still accepted the first order of the tsar after the spider dried up, in fact, the garrison in these places is different from the shooting army, and the sense of honor of the shooting army is stronger, and the garrison army is not heavy after all, and it is natural to neglect to practice, Oreyev is confident in the destruction of this group of enemies, but it does not mean that the officers of the garrison have much hope for this upcoming fierce battle, and Oreyev is a count, and he has enough political capital to refuse the order of the new tsar, but most of these officers were from small and medium-sized nobles, and they opposed the tsar's orders, and I am afraid they did not even think about it.

Oreyev vowed to exterminate this group of Han Chinese, but the garrisons who cooperated with the shooting corps gave up the defensive line and retreated back for several miles, as a gesture of goodwill to the Ming army in response to the upcoming negotiations, Oliev was alone, to trap the city of Rostov, a 20,000-strong shooting army was obviously not enough, without the coordinated defense of friendly forces, the entire defense line was naturally full of flaws, Oreyev jumped to his feet angrily, but he was helpless, and finally could only compromise with the messenger and ordered the shooting army to retreat for several miles.

At the head of the city, Bai Cheng's face was full of suspicion, for the defense line outside the city, he was not worried, in his calculations, the sailors were probably about to arrive in the port of Rostov, when the sailors were dispatched, and the dragoons in the city were flanked on both sides, this defense line was equivalent to an ornament, but the scene in front of him surprised him very much, those fortifications that took a lot of time to excavate, these Russians actually gave up, and retreated.

"What kind of tactics is this? Bai Cheng's face was full of doubts, puzzled, and always felt that the Russians seemed to be drumming up some conspiracy, he ordered the soldiers on the city wall to keep a close watch, and he hurriedly ordered to have the duke and bishop of the city of Rostov called, after all, he was not familiar with the Russian way of fighting, in this case, he could only call two prisoners for questioning.

But soon, Bai Cheng knew that he wanted to go wrong, because a cavalryman appeared under the city, and the cavalry was not afraid to ride his horse to the root of the city wall, and then shouted towards the city wall.

Bai Cheng immediately asked the official who understood Russian to translate the argument, and the official said a salute to Bai Cheng. Said: "My lord, the Russians under the city said that they would send envoys to the city for peace talks, please make a decision." ”

"Peace talks?" Bai Cheng's face was strange, and he felt even more incredible, why did he start talking before he fought? Could it be that this is also a conspiracy? He couldn't think of what the Russians wanted, and finally said to the interpreter: "Tell him that if he wants to negotiate peace, he must only let the messenger come alone, and the rest must not come near the walls, and besides, they must not bring any weapons,"

Eh, after reading the vote, there are so many readers who are looking at historical life now, like the younger brother who writes about military affairs, I'm afraid I'm going to drink the northwest wind.

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