The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

For the next few days, the sound of heavy cannons will be heard again every thirty minutes. Although it only fires ten shells a day, the damage caused by these shells to the Great Guangmingshan Monastery exceeds the total amount of heavy cannons before the arrival of the cannon.

On this day, two shells from the heavy cannon hit the walls of the monastery and opened two large openings in it. Dozens of Swedish infantrymen saw the city wall collapsed and rushed through the trench.

The road to the gate of the monastery was long and narrow, only enough for three people to walk side by side. These dozens of Swedish infantry had no choice but to line up to rush upwards in a dense formation.

The road up the mountain was sprinkled with water by Cheechen's orders. In such a cold day, the water freezes on the road, and people who go up the mountain will fall down if they are not careful.

On the top of the city wall, Mickiewicz and several mercenaries held their bow-top guns to stop the enemy who was cautiously climbing the mountain.

Mickiewicz's bow and arrow shooting was done in one go, and he shot ten arrows in one minute. Each arrow hit the enemy, and one of the Swedish infantry had three arrows stuck in his body, and he fell to the ground when the fourth arrow hit his neck.

With so many feather arrows shot in such a short period of time, Mickiewicz already had a sore arm. He threw the compound bow on the ground and took a matchlock from a mercenary. Mickiewicz felt it was a shot when he raised his hand, and a Swedish infantry soldier who had just stepped over his companion's body fell down.

Two Swedish infantrymen were killed in a row, and the suppressing firepower of the Swedish artillery under the mountain finally noticed here. A three-pounder shell hit the crevice of the city wall, burying Mickiewicz and several mercenaries standing behind the crease in the ruins.

"Mickiewicz!"

Natalie, who was shooting behind the two soil baskets, saw that Mickiewicz was hit by artillery fire. She screamed and then dropped the matchlock in her hand and ran towards the ruins.

She pulled away the dust and dragged out two bodies from the rubble, but none of them were Mickiewicz. When she dragged to the third one, the man's fingers moved.

"Miss, I'm fine," Mickiewicz said weakly. There was blood on his head and arms, and a large cut was made in his ear.

"Don't talk!" Natalie said anxiously. She dragged Mickiewicz out of the ruins, and then called two monks to send Mickiewicz for treatment.

"Long spear, get ready!"

Just as Natalie was about to return to the crenel to continue shooting, she heard Father Spasokukotsky shouting a slogan under the city wall. It turned out that the group of Swedish infantry had already rushed to the gap.

Father Spasokukotsky assembled more than twenty monks with spears to block the gap. The two gaps are not big, ten spears are blocked, it is almost impossible for anyone to come through.

The dozens of Swedish infantrymen were holding short broadswords. These were all weapons suitable for street and city wall battles, but they had no advantage in frontal confrontations with long spears. The Swedish infantry, who rushed to the gap first, got up at a loss after a burst of musket fire, and stared at the airtight gun forest.

The Swedes stopped their attack, and the defenders on the wall would not stop. They refitted the unexploded inflorescence bombs as grenades and threw them down the city wall. After several explosions, there were seven or eight more corpses in the gap. The remaining Swedish infantry all fled.

In an artillery position, Cheorchen was using chain bullets to bid farewell to the retreating Swedish infantry. This shell was originally used by the navy to break the masts of enemy ships, but is now used by Cheechen to fight infantry. After the chain bullet is launched, it will fly around the center point, and it can sweep a whole area of ​​enemies.

Cheerchen found that he was more and more good at shooting. Just this morning, he overturned a cannon set by the Swedes on the artillery position and blasted a four-wheeled carriage to pieces. And now, seven more Swedish infantrymen have died in his own hands.

At the foot of the mountain, Arvid Widenberg saw that the gap that was finally opened was filled back with stones and wood by the defenders, and angrily kicked over a barrel of burning tar drums.

"Why do they still have so much gunpowder after so many days?" Alvid Wiedenberg said angrily. Arvid was a little unbelievable. He felt that what he was attacking was not a monastery but an arsenal.

"Obviously, they have no shortage of saltpeter and sulfur. Charcoal, the wood burned by our incendiary bombs is almost ready for them." Anders Eyre standing next to Arvid Wiedenberg Rickson said.

"How many days do we have?"

"It's less than a month, and it can't be delayed any longer."

Arvid Widenberg stepped down the podium sullenly.

Arvid Wiedenberg believes that the problem now is that although the heavy artillery transported down the mountain can open a gap in the walls of the monastery, the narrow and icy roads limit the number and speed of the attacking infantry, making every attack It has become a fueling tactic. After each attack was repelled, the monks defending the city could quickly repair the gap, and they would also pour water on the stones and wood that filled the gap. In the cold winter, water quickly condenses into ice, which is harder than iron.

"You have to think about other ways." Arvid Widenberg said.

"There is one more bad news I want to tell you, sir. Last night, Frzezhovic's people ran away more than 20 more, and they escaped with weapons." Anders Eriksson said .

"Damn it, why didn't Frzezhovich come to tell me in person."

But before Anders Eriksson could reply, Arvid Widenberg heard the sound of music coming from the direction of the monastery.

"Virgin Mary, Virgin Mary!

Thank God and praise the Virgin.

Virgin mary

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I beg your Son, God~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to listen to our prayers,

Give us glory, bless us,

Let us devoutly worship the gods in this world,

Enter heaven after death. "

There are still people playing and singing in the Great Guangmingshan Monastery amidst the roar of artillery fire. Arvid Wiedenberg and Anders Eriksson were surprised. They looked up, but they couldn't see anything on the walls.

In the monastery, Father Koldecki, the abbot of the monastery, held up the icon, and with the support of the two vice-presidents, he was parading around the main building of the monastery. Behind them is a group of choir boys dressed in white, and these boys sing collectively with their angelic homophony. They were not afraid of having cannonballs that could drop from the sky at any time, sprinkling a puff of holy water on everyone.

Koldecki blessed the monks, blessed the nobles, blessed the mercenaries, blessed the peasants, and blessed the walls of the monastery. He has blessed all weapons that can defeat the enemy's charge and defend against the enemy's attack.

He walked to a high platform and said in a calm tone: "Our Virgin, our patron goddess-with your protection, we will be saved. Amen!"

"Amen!"

Everyone echoed in unison. The sound resounded inside and outside the monastery.

"You have to think about other ways." Alvid Widenberg repeated it again.

At this time, his head of bodyguard Kors Tenmatsu ran over.

"General, a Polish nobleman wants to see you." Korstenmatsu said.

"No matter who it is, tell him I am not available." Alvid Wiedenberg said.

Seeing the extreme impatience of General Alvid Wedenberg, Korstenmatsu hesitated, but he still said: "The man said he could persuade the monastery to surrender."