The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

On the sixth night of the outbreak of the Battle of Polotsk, the defenders of Polotsk, led by Orina Birlevich, were preparing to deal a fatal blow to the two thousand Russian troops outside the city.

The night tonight is very dark, and the moon seems to have hid in the clouds early because of the **** battle that is about to begin. But in the castle in Polotsk, Orina Birlevich was like a bright sun, standing above the crowd.

This Polotsk daughter stood on the steps of the castle stairs in an ancestral wing cavalry armor. Under her head were the main generals and officials of the entire Polotsk garrison. They include: Alvar Chechen, head of the mercenary regiment, Pidro, deputy head of the regiment, commanders of the militia group Shire, Cassian, and Casimir, and regular officers Zooshka and Yarosh.

Behind them are four thousand soldiers who must obey orders. Among them, there are only two thousand cavalrymen. Although their weapons and armors are mostly inferior, they are full of enthusiasm for killing the enemy.

Orina Birlevich rang the bell of Polotsk Castle, and she said to everyone: "The war is coming, and the enemy ravages my country. As the boys of Polotsk, shouldn’t we let ourselves go? Rise, Prancing Horse Hengdao? Shouldn't we charge forward and glorify the lintel?"

"Yes, should." countless voices responded.

Orina Birlevich nodded, her originally white face glowing red. Just listen to her continue to say: "Tonight, we will launch a counterattack against the enemy outside the city. Perhaps some people will doubt whether we can defeat the enemy with strong defenses. Then, please think about who was in the battle yesterday. The eight hundred infantrymen who wiped out the enemy, and who defended the bastion with two hundred infantry. It is you, you group of brave soldiers. You have created miracles, without doubt, you can create even greater miracles. "

After speaking, Orina Birlevich drew the knife and raised it high.

Everyone drew their weapons. In an instant, the castle became a sea of ​​swords.

After boosting the morale, Orina Birlevich led all the soldiers out of the castle, preparing to fight to the death with the two thousand Russian troops under the city.

Although most of Polotsk's defenders are cavalry. But the battle was initiated by the infantry. More than a thousand Polotsk infantrymen, led by Chechen and Pidro, rushed towards the wall of the Russian artillery position.

Of course, such a big movement in the castle couldn't hide from the Russian army outside the city. The commander of the Russian army who stayed behind sent people to chase Yakov and asked him to return to the division to support him, while at the same time let the soldiers stand on their ground and wait for reinforcements.

The charging Polish infantry was "fired" by the Tsarist Musketeers in the city wall.

By convention, after being attacked by enemy fire, the offensive musketeer should respond quickly. But this time, all the musketeers replaced the muskets in their hands and used the spears uniformly according to Pietro's requirements. They survived the fierce blow of the Russian gunners, and while the enemy was loading ammunition, they rushed into the city wall like a tiger, and thrust the tip of the spear into the chest of the unprepared Russian army.

The light cavalry led by Oshka and Jarosh was divided into two teams. They braved the Russian artillery position to continuously spray "fire" grape bullets on the two wings of the Russian military position, and constantly toss "shoot" arrows. Kill the Russian artillery and distract them.

The Russian army, knowing that it was hopeless to escape, also burst into a powerful combat force at this time. They used rifle butts and long axes to smash the Polish infantry's spear phalanx, trying to pull the opponent into close-range hand-to-hand combat.

Although it failed to break the long spear phalanx for a while, it miraculously blocked the advance of the Polish infantry.

"Cannon, cannon." Seeing the battle was deadlocked for a while, Cheerchen yelled behind him.

Behind the infantry phalanx, all of Polotsk's artillery was transported out of the city to take part in the counterattack against the Russian army.

The artillery formed an artillery position outside the city at the fastest speed, but the sky was too dark, and the two armies fought into a regiment again, and the artillery did not dare to fire the artillery hastily.

"Chechen, it's too dark. The artillery is afraid of hurting his own people." Pidro shouted to Chechen.

"Raise the torch in the second row, raise the torch." Chechen said in an anxious manner.

The infantry in the second row dropped the spear and raised the torch. As a result, on this side of the Polish infantry, a red line composed of countless torches appeared.

Of course, those in front of the red line are enemies.

The artillery of Polotsk immediately understood the intention of their comrades. They raised the muzzle and "fired" toward the front of the line of fire.

Countless shells exploded in the Russian army's phalanx, and the original solid formation could no longer be maintained. The Russian infantry had no choice but to disperse, but once so, the single-man martial arts did not have any power to stop the advance of the spear phalanx.

One stubble of life is harvested by the spearhead of dense forests. After the most brave soldiers and officers died under the spear phalanx, some cowardly aristocratic officers began to flee, and even the low-level soldiers composed of serfs lost their will to fight.

But the strong city wall that had been held firmly at this time became a cage for all the Tsarist Russian soldiers, and there were countless Lithuanian light cavalry waiting for them outside.

"Surrender, surrender."

Seeing that victory was a foregone conclusion, Cheerchen was unwilling to kill too much, he ordered everyone to shout loudly.

The surviving Russian soldiers threw their weapons on the ground and raised their hands high.

"Chechen, is the battle over?"

Seeing the shouting and killing gradually ceased, Orina Birlevich rushed over from the artillery position. She saw the Polotsk defenders who escorted the Russians to surrender.

"Only the enemy in the artillery position has not come out yet." Cheerchen said to Orina Birlevich.

While speaking, several figures jumped out of the breast wall of the artillery position.

"I am Aleutian, captain of the Russian artillery, we surrender." one of them shouted.

"Throw the weapon here."

The few figures Yiyan threw a few weapons to the ground, and then walked out slowly.

"Which of you is the commander? I want to know whom I will surrender to." said the captain named Aleutian.

"I am." Orina Birlevich said.

"A woman?" Aleutian was in disbelief, but he nodded immediately.

"Be careful!" Chechen yelled, and at the same time he rushed towards Orina Birlevich. Because he saw that the captain named Aleutian squatted down suddenly.

Behind Aleutian ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a Russian officer held a pistol at his waist and pointed it in Orina's direction.

At the moment Cheerchen pounced on Orina, the gunshot rang. A soldier standing behind Orina was shot. Subsequently, two Russian officers were killed by angry Polish soldiers.

"Thank you, Cheerchen." Orina stood up and said to Cheerchen gratefully.

Cheerchen patted the dust on his body.

"I really hope that my hunch is not so accurate every time." Cheer Chen said.

Afterwards, everyone boarded the artillery position. All the artillery in the artillery position had been destroyed, and even the gunpowder was thrown into the bucket.

But even so, the results of this battle were fruitful. More than 1,400 Russian troops were taken prisoners and all the flags were captured. Among the captives, dozens of nobles who claimed to be knighted, of course, their identities still need to be further verified.

The sky was also lit up at this time. The last frontier of fire and sword