The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

King Kazimierz couldn't bear to take another look at Kazimierz Palace. He went downstairs, turned his horse's head with tears, and headed back. Janush followed closely, and he wanted to make the last effort to persuade the king and dispel the idea of ​​persuading to surrender.

This time, Marshal Lvbaumacki fell behind everyone. He slowly mounted his horse. When passing by Jan Zenovic, Marshal Lvbaumacki said to him: "I'm relieved when you do things. ."

After finishing speaking, the marshal's legs clamped his horse belly, and the horse with golden spurs on his riding boots flew forward.

Jan Zenovic knows. The marshal hinted that he would continue to attack Kazimierz Palace.

So, he found Jan Skrzeduski.

Jan Skrzeduski also disagrees with negotiating with the aggressor. In his view, a **** battle with the invaders is the only way out for the Republic.

"I am loyal to the king, and love him like my own father. But this time I want to say: Your Majesty is wrong. He is too kind. The kindness to the enemy is cruel to myself. How about if you are in Kazimierz now We are at the end of the day in the palace. Will the Swedes give us a decent chance of surrendering?" Jan Skrzeduski said.

"Young, your thoughts are in my heart. So I want to attack again before your majesty sends a negotiating envoy." Jan Zenovic said bluntly.

After hearing Jan Zenovich's words, Jan Skrzeduski was silent.

Jan Zenovic mistakenly thought that Jan Skrzedusky's silence was scared, and he turned angrily and prepared to leave.

"I've misunderstood the person." Jan Zenovic said.

Jan Skozheduski grabbed Jan Zenovic. His face flushed.

"Zenovic! Do you think I am afraid? I am thinking that the strength of the two of us may not be enough to win the Kazimierz Palace. We need help!"

Seeing that Jan Skozheduschi was not afraid or timid, Jan Zenovic immediately turned his anger into joy.

"Do you have a suitable candidate?" Jan Zenovic asked.

"Yes, Mikhav Vorodjavsky. You should know him."

"Oh my god, the first knife of the Republic. I know his name."

"He and I used to play for Prince Yarimé, brothers of life and death. I want to find his help."

"With his help, it is really foolproof." Jan Zenovic said excitedly.

So, the two went together to find Mikhav Vorodjavsky.

In the Kazimierz Palace, Christina and Wiedenberg are sitting together next to the old prime minister Benedict.

"Kazimierz will send an envoy soon. I understand him. Although you refuse to surrender again and again, he will still persevere in persuading you to surrender." Benedict said.

"It's really a tendency to be abused," Wiedenberg said with disdain.

"Don't look down on Kazimierz. If he were the king of the Kingdom of Sweden, he would have achieved no worse than Karl. But this is in the Republic of Poland. If the Warsaw battle ended in battle, then the greatest credit and honor would be It's all those soldiers and lords, and it's even more difficult for him to control this country. So he needs a surrender, surrender to him, so that Kazimierz can regain his reputation and wash away the stain of abandoning the country at the beginning of the war. Oh. Right. The famous paintings and statues that Kazimierz kept in the palace are still there, right?"

"They are all there, they are all in the basement, there is no damage at all." Widenberg nodded.

Benedict looked at the sky outside the window with a childlike smile: "Keep it safe, these are Kazimierz's most cherished collections. If it is damaged, he will be angry."

Since the siege of Warsaw, Christina has rarely seen Benedict smile so happily. She was trying to echo the old man, but suddenly, the whole Kazimierz Palace shook.

The Poles launched a bombardment on the Kazimierz Palace, and it was heavy artillery.

Wiedenberg stood up from his chair with a sigh of relief.

"It's impossible!" he cried.

Kazimierz's reaction was completely beyond his expectation.

"Commander, the Poles have attacked. I will fight them back." Cavendish walked in with the broadsword at his waist and the pointed helmet in the other.

After speaking, Cavendish put on a pointed helmet, went out, and ran to the battlefield.

"Ahem, Alvid, protect Chris." Benedict said, still looking at the sky.

On the ceiling, dust fell like snowflakes, casting a grayish color on the room.

Jan Zenovic, Jan Skreduski, Mikhav Vorodjavski, and Anjey Kmicic scored hundreds of people to attack the Kazimierz Palace. Anjay wanted to ask Cheerchen to attack with him, but Cheerchen left the position to visit his uncle and priest after beating the Viscount Hessian. Anjay had to give up.

This time, they were covered by heavy artillery, and the walls of the Kazimierz Palace and the Swedish fortifications were torn to pieces like paper.

After learning the experience of the last time, the four soldiers did not go through the gate, but rushed into the Kazimierz Palace from the penetrated palace wall. They fought with the Swedes guarding in front of the gap. .

In front of the gap in the auxiliary building on the left, the sabers of Mihau and Andrzej slashed horizontally and vertically. From time to time, Swedish guards and pikemen were cut into unprotected limbs and necks. Together with the armored Cossacks holding shields next to them, the two successfully pushed the Swedish soldiers guarding the gap back step by step.

As the gap widened, more and more armored Cossacks poured in.

Ants often killed elephants, and the Swedish pistol cavalry, the backbone of the army, continued to fall. Other Swedish soldiers could not resist it and withdrew to the main building.

Just as Mihavu and Andrzej were pursuing their victory and preparing to continue to expand their pursuit into the main building of the Kazimierz Palace, the Swedes who had fled in front scattered towards the sides.

"Get down!"

Mihavu had a lot of experience in fighting, and he realized what was waiting for them in front of him.

Mihavu and Anjey were lying on the ground, but most of the soldiers did not react as quickly as the two. Driven by inertia, they continued to rush forward.

The "Human Curtain" was opened, and in the corridor were three rows of Swedish guards armed with Mikley muskets preparing to shoot.

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Gunshots continued to sound, and rows of Polish soldiers were hit and fell to the ground. Two or three bodies were crushed on the bodies of Guang Mihau and Anjey.

The sacrifice of the comrades in the front row bought time for the concealment of the back row, and the Polish soldiers collapsed or concealed to the corners of the corridor one after another.

The three rows of gunshots ended, and Mihav jumped up while the Swedish **** was loading Mikley's rifle. He threw the saber out of his hand, and the saber plunged into the chest of a Swedish guard like lightning and exposed half of his back.

Immediately afterwards, Mihav rushed into the muskets of the Swedish escorts at an extremely fast speed. He pulled out the saber inserted on the deceased and slashed it left and right, and two more Swedish guards fell to the ground.

Anjay also entered the battle group shortly thereafter. The formation of the two Swedish escorts, like two killers, fell apart. Encouraged by the two officers, the Polish soldiers stood up from the ground, ran out of the corner, and rushed forward.

When the last Swedish **** was chopped down, Mihau had no time to take the knife before, suddenly a loud shout came from the front.

"Damn Polish!"

I saw a group of Swedish pistols, led by Cavendish, came to support.

The two teams set up bows and guns, ready to shoot at any time.

Cavendish stood still in front of Mihavu.

"Cavendish."

Looking at the corpses all over Mihavu, Cavendish drew a broadsword and challenged him.

"Mihav Vorodjavsky." Mihav stopped Anjay who was eager to try and said.

A gleam of light flashed in Cavendish's eyes.

"The first knife of the Republic of Poland?"

"There are many people in the Republic who are stronger than me. I'm just an ordinary patriotic soldier." Mihavu replied.

Cavendish pulled a sword, and the heavy broadsword in Cavendish's hands was as light as an embroidery needle.

Cavendish pierced Mihau's chest with his sword, and Mihau blocked him with a knife.

The saber and the broad sword match each other, sonorously.

Everyone around forgot about the battle and watched this wonderful duel like a spectator.

Cavendish is also the master of swordsmanship in the Kingdom of Sweden, and he easily defeated Piedro and Father Spasokukotsky the previous time. Cavendish thought that Mihawu was short and not necessarily as powerful as the legend, but he didn't expect a few tricks to help him.

In this way, Cavendish put away his contempt, and his sword was even more fierce and fierce. For a moment, Mihavu was like a flat boat in the storm in Anjay's eyes.

Anjay wanted to go up to help, but due to the chivalry, he could only watch from the sidelines.

A storm will always pass. As the ultimate move was exhausted, Cavendish's offensive momentum weakened. His hands began to heavier, and the speed of his sword slowed down. Mihau began to fight back.

Mihau knew very well that his saber was difficult to hack Cavendish's cavalry armor, so his attack focused on Cavendish's armpits, wrists, neck and other weakly defensive areas. Mihavu's saber wandered around Cavendish like a dexterous swallow, and Cavendish was forced to parry.

Finally, Mihavu saw a Cavendish flaw, and the saber pierced the gap in Cavendish's armor. With the tip of the knife lightly picked, Cavendish shot a stream of blood from his wrist.

With a jingle, Cavendish's broadsword fell to the ground.

"I won!"

Mihavu pointed at Cavendish's chest and said.

"I won." Cavendish covered his wrists and stood up, took two steps back and turned his body sideways.

The pupils of Mihavu and Anjay shrank suddenly.

Behind the scattered Swedes, on the uncollapsed corridor on the second floor, there were several "pipe organ" platoon guns.

The despicable Swedes used the time of the duel to make such preparations.

"Despicable," Anjay said harshly.

"This is war, two." Cavendish said, "But I really admire the swordsmanship of Knight Mihav. If you didn't take my life, then I won't take yours. You two stay, I can let the others go."

At this time Mihavu and Anjay had no choice. The two threw down their weapons to save the lives of their subordinates.

In the annex on the right, Jan Zenovic and Jan Skrzeduski were repelled by the Swedes after paying a heavy price. Jan Zenovic was also seriously injured.

It turned out that after defeating three waves of resisting Swedish soldiers, Jan Skrzeduski accidentally met Ivan Bauhon. The so-called enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and Jan Skrzeduski desperately rushed to Baohong.

"Ivan Bauhon!" Jan Skrzeduski shouted with infinite hatred

"Jan Skozheduski!" Baohong's hatred of Jan Skozhedusky is no less than that of his opponent.

Jan Skrzedusky raised his hand and gave Bao Hong a shot, but the bullet grazed Bao Hong's ear and hit the wall. Jan Skrzeduski threw away the pistol and rushed towards Baohong.

Bao Hong wanted to retaliate to Jan Skrzeduski with a shot, but the pistol went silent at a critical moment. He blocked Jan Skrzedusky's side with a pistol, then took a step back and opened his posture.

As there were people all around, the two caught each other in a narrow space and started killing each other. One is the eagle of the Cossacks, and the other is the tigers of the Republic.

During the period, Jan Skrzedowski wanted to ask his wife and children several times, but how could he be distracted by the deadly attack with a knife. Jan Skrzedowski had to deal with it completely, no Dare to be the slightest distraction.

The two fight, but multiple rounds are irrelevant. Bao Hong wanted to use his assassin, but at this moment, after solving a Swedish pistol cavalry, Jan Zenović swung his knife to join the fight~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with one enemy and two. The opponent's swordsmanship was not inferior to his own, Bao Hong immediately swayed from the left to the right, but he could not allow him to change his skills.

At this moment, Blair saw that Baohong was in crisis, and the Cossack drew a pistol from his waist and shot it at Jan Zenovic. Jan Zenovic was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

Jan Skrzedusky swept back Baohong with a saber, and he picked up Jan Zenovic who fell to the ground and retreated. The two wing cavalry then stepped forward to block Bao Hong's pursuit.

Just as Jan Skozheduski carried Jan Zenovic to safety, the Swedes fired a shot in the narrow corridor.

A large number of Polish soldiers were swept down in the corridor by a chain bullet, which was inevitable. The rapidly rotating chain bullet cut the human body easily. The more than ten-meter-long corridor instantly turned into a **** slaughterhouse, with fragmented bodies. It was scattered everywhere, and the survivors had no fighting spirit. They retreated with the two colonels.

All in all, this is an unsuccessful battle. The four-man attack successfully exhausted the remaining strength of the Swedes, but failed to capture the Kazimierz Palace, and Anjey and Mihav became prisoners.

When King Kazimierz knew that the four had launched an attack without permission and were repelled, he had no strength to get angry. In order to redeem Mihau and Andrzej, Kazimierz ordered Janusz to give Widenberg a generous and excessively surrender condition:

The city surrenders, and all the spoils in the city belong to the Republic of Poland;

Allow every Swede to take away the goods they brought from the Swedish mainland;

Guard soldiers and horses, as well as soldiers and horses that will tie into the city from all walks of life, have the right to only surrender their weapons and retain their armor to withdraw out of the city;

The Swedes have the right to take away all the wounded and sick as well as their families with the army;

An amnesty is granted to all Poles who have served the Swedes so far.