The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

As a traditional Tatar nobleman, Imadepa likes offense and does not like defense. Had it not been for the importance of Bergzisale as the capital of Crimea, and heeded the rumor that the enemy was extremely powerful, Imade Pasha would not choose to defend from the beginning.

The massacre of Turkish merchants in the city was also out of misjudgment of this situation. The Ottoman Turks have accumulated prestige for a long time, and both the Crimean nobles and civilians are afraid of them. Without this thunder method, how can they tie everyone to their own will and guard Bergzisa wholeheartedly Lai!

Now, the strength of the enemy has clearly appeared in front of Imad Pasha. Of course, Imad Pasha will not continue to nest in the capital like a coward waiting for the enemy to come.

Moreover, the choice of night attack was also deliberated by Imad Pasha. Imad Pasha knew that the night battle was the most beneficial to attacking the few, and at night, the shooting accuracy of the Sudanese soldiers would be greatly affected. , And his own fifty Crimean heavy cavalry will play a huge advantage in close combat.

Regarding his night attack plan, Imad Pasha did not tell Ishran Glyy's wife and the ministers in Khan's palace. Because he stubbornly believes that these people have long been scared by the huge sign of Ottoman Turkey, and they are afraid of any move against Sudan. Discuss with them, apart from a waste of time, there will be no results at all.

At 3 o'clock in the night, when Khan's wife, young son, and ministers fell asleep, Imad Pasha summoned all the cavalry in the Khan Palace.

Old Pasha put on the long metal plate chain armor with the help of his servant. He put down the huge nose guard on the Tatar helmet, his white beard trembling slightly in the breeze.

"Rafad, what are the enemies outside the city doing at night?" Imad Pasha asked the servant.

The servant named Lafad tightened his belt for Imad and replied with a smile: "Master, the enemies outside the city lit up a huge bonfire in their camp as soon as it was dark. They sang and danced. Gypsies were brought in to play and perform."

"Humph!"

Imad Pasha snorted heavily. He has always contempt for the extravagance and obsession of Mahmed Pasha, but he did not expect this guy to be on the battlefield.

Looking at the scattered lights in the enemy camp outside the city, Imad Pasha crouched on the ground and prayed to God for victory.

"Anlahu Akbar!" Imad Pasha said.

Imad Pasha is one of the few nobles in the Crimean Khan who does not chant Huakba in the name of the sultan, and people like him are an absolute minority in the Khan. They all have a belief, that is to get rid of the control of the Ottoman Turks, make the Khanate truly independent, and rebuild the glory of the Golden Horde. Before ascending to the Khan position, Isilan Glyy and Imad Pasha were also in the same class. This is one of the reasons why Isilan Glyy will support Ishran Glyy. But to the disappointment of Old Pasha, Isilan Glyy has changed since becoming a Khan. He said that he should not be rushed. Instead of breaking with the Ottoman Turk Empire, he accepted the canonization of Istanbul.

After praying for victory, Imade Pasha got on his horse. The gate of the Khan Palace slowly opened in front of Imad Pasha and his 1,000 cavalry.

Some rooms in Khan’s Palace were lit up, and it was the people in their sleep that had been awakened.

Imade Pasha wouldn't give people time to dissuade him, he rushed out the gate first with his horse in his belly.

Behind him, a kilogram of Rimian Tatar cavalry, led by heavy cavalry, followed like a serpent.

The gate to the outer city of Bergzisale also opened...

And in the big camp outside the city, Cheer Chen was sitting in the tent all dressed up. The table in front of him was full of various weapons such as pistols, spears, knives, swords, and daggers. Cheerchen picked up a white towel and carefully wiped off his "hummingbird".

After wiping it again, Cheerchen applied some oil to the slender sword. At this moment, Fatima opened the tent.

"Head, Xie Miao, they are all ready."

Fatima at this time also looked like a helmet and armor.

"Very well, Fatima." Cheerchen praised with a smile.

Then he asked: "Where are Oksana and others?"

Fatima took off the helmet first, then stroked her hair, and then replied: "She and the gypsies also went down to rest. I met her just now, and she kept complaining, saying that you are the leader. No wonder when it comes to Bergzisalay, she didn't have a good rest. She danced for a day like this and her legs were sore."

In this regard, Chechen said: "No, how come Mahmed Pasha is arrogant and lustful and addicted to alcohol, and how can I make Imad Pasha feel relieved to attack us boldly. Besides, Oksana and the others are only sore legs. Just a little bit, Stepan Racine and Xie Miao contributed their stomachs."

After finishing talking, Cheer Chen turned his head back and said: "Now, I'm waiting for Imad Pasha to attack us."

Fatima walked to Cheerchen's side, picked up a dagger on the table, and gently stroked the sharp blade with her thumb.

"Be careful, Fatima." Cheerchen couldn't help reminding.

Fatima laughed because of Cheerchen's concern for herself.

Suddenly, Fatima remembered something, and she asked Cheer Chen: "Commander, are you so sure that Ima De Pasha will attack this evening?"

"I'm not sure." Cheerchen blurted out.

"Ah!" Fatima opened her mouth in surprise. Fatima thought that Cheerchen was 100% sure that there would be an enemy attack tonight.

"I just say it's possible. In case we don't come tonight, we will do it again tomorrow night. The cat wants to steal the fishy, ​​and one day he will be hooked. Besides, Imad Pasha, a traditional Tatar, see us His advantage is not so obvious, and he will definitely have the idea of ​​fighting for it all night." Chechen explained.

But this logic still made Fatima's mind unable to turn. After all, Imad Pasha had put on a posture of guarding Bergzisalay and waiting for Ishiran Glyy before Cheerchen came. Could it be that he changed his previous arrangement because of drinking and dancing in the barracks? .

So Cheerchen had to explain further: "Fatima, what are the Tatars best at?"

"Grabbing slaves and grazing." Fatima blurted out.

"No, I mean the war."

"Of course it's offense."

Fatima understood as soon as the words were spoken.

Yes, the Tatars of Crimea are world-renowned for their light cavalry, and what they do best is offensive. From wide-ranging outflanks to throwing arrows in the air, these are the innate abilities of the Tatars. But when it comes to defending the city, his compatriots are much worse. They will not build bastions, nor will they arrange echelon firepower and troops. In many cases, the so-called defense of the city is nothing more than gathering a bunch of people on the top of the city. After Fatima joined the mercenary group and Cheer Chen experienced several offensive and defensive battles, the impression of this became clearer.

Of course, many Crimean Tatar generals have also recognized this problem, but their solution to the problem is not to learn, learning how to defend the city is something they are not familiar with. Also because they are unwilling to learn, they naturally replaced the defense with the offense they are good at. The nickname is that offense is the best defense.

Seeing Fatima's face suddenly realized, Cheer Chen knew she understood.

Chechen said: "So I believe that even if Imad Pasha does not come today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, he will go out of the city to fight with me sooner or later."

Fatima looked at Cheerchen's confident smile and sighed: "Head, you are so smart."

Suddenly, Fatima remembered something, and she decided to tell it. Because even if it doesn't help Cheerchen to tell it, it can be regarded as telling a story.

Fatima said: "Head, I have one more thing I want to tell you."

"What's clear?"

"It's about Muhammad Gley."

Cheechen heard that it was about Muhammad Gley, and saw that Fatima was so formal, and he sat upright and faced Fatima.

"A few years before I met you, I used to play for Tuhaibei..."

Cheerchen knew about Tuhaibey. Because everyone who knows a little about the Zaporizhia Cossack uprising in 1648 cannot jump away from this person. But through Fatima, Cheerchen learned about things that he didn't know before, such as the relationship between Tukhaibei and Khmelnitsky. The two had a very good personal relationship, and they were also similar drinking friends.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is Muhammad Gley.

Tuhaibei came to Ukraine at the beginning of the Zaporizhia Cossack uprising. His excellent cooperation with Khmelnitsky on the battlefield once caused the Republic of Poland to suffer consecutive defeats and caused great panic, so that it was rumored that the Tatar troops led by Tukhaybey were described as having a Hundreds of thousands.

The Crimean Tatar army that Tukhaibei brought with him at the beginning had only 4,000 cavalry, but at the beginning of the uprising, a large number of prisoners of war and ordinary Ukrainian peasants were taken away in order to further weaken the power of Poland and Lithuania.

In the ensuing war, despite the advent of winter and the sudden outbreak of the Black Death in the army, the Cossack and Tatar coalition forces had to reach an agreement with the Federation to withdraw their troops close to Warsaw, the capital of the Republic of Poland. It was not possible to looted Warsaw, the capital of the Republic of Poland, as hoped, but Tukhaybey has already robbed more than 200,000 people from Ukraine and Poland in this war.

And such a great harvest naturally aroused the interest of Mohamed Gley, the Crimean Khan at that time. Therefore, when the short moratorium between the Republic of Poland and the Zaporozhye Cossacks ended, Mohamed Gley decided to personally lead his army to Ukraine.

But soon, Tukhaibei and Muhammad Gley broke out in fierce conflict. The reason is that at the end of the siege of Zbarazh, the Cossacks and Tatars had enough chances to capture the Polish king Kazimierz alive, but Mohamed Gley chose to betray the Cossacks and negotiate a peace with Kazimierz. . And because of the sudden incident, this agreement was made without Tuhaibei’s knowledge. So at that time, Tukhaibei was very dissatisfied with Muhammad Gley's decision, but he was helpless, and the withdrawal of the Crimean Tatar army from the battlefield eventually led to the defeat of the battle. After that, the third war broke out between the Republic of Poland and the Zaporozhye Cossacks. In the most important battle of Beresdechko, the Zaporozhye Cossacks could no longer trust them due to the previous Tatars’ treachery. Although Tukhaybey and Khmelnitsky tried their best to bridge them, But still to no avail. In the end, the two sides camped separately.

In the history that Chechen knew, because the general camp led by Muhammad Gley was set up uncovered and at a high altitude, this gave the Polish artillery an excellent target for shooting. After a fierce shelling, a large number of Tatar soldiers and officers were killed, including Tukhaibei.

But Fatima told Cheor Chen a different version. That is, Tuhaibei did not die under the shelling, but died of an assassin sent by Muhammad Gley.

"Before the decisive battle, Tuhaibei once again clashed with Muhammad Gley. The reason is that Muhammad Gley actually asked Tuhaibeyi to kidnap Khmelnitsky if the war was unfavorable. Make peace in the Republic of Poland. This proposal provoked Tukhaybei's anger, and Bey threatened that if Muhammad Gley did this again, he would unite with other nobles to dethrone him when he returned to Crimea. And the next day , Tuhaibeyi died under a dagger. At that time, I was by his side. Later, I caught the assassin and learned from him that Muhammad Gley had sent him. "

After listening to Fatima's words, Cheerchen fell into deep thought. He did not doubt the authenticity of what Fatima said, because Fatima was a witness. He was just thinking, after he paid for Muhammad Glyy, this khan would treat himself like Tuhaibey.

If the cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey will cook; if the bird is exhausted, the good bow is hidden.

It seems that I have to prepare some back-hands. At the same time, Cheer Chen was also very fortunate that he knew these secrets early, so that he had a deeper understanding of Muhammad Glyy and prepared himself in advance.

"Head, is this helpful to you?" Fatima asked Cheechchen without speaking for a long time.

"Very helpful, Fatima!" Cheechen shook Fatima's hand with joy.

This intimate action once again made Fatima's face flushed.

For a while, the tent was filled with a beautiful atmosphere.

But this kind of atmosphere didn't last long, because suddenly there was a chorus accompanied by fierce horseshoes outside the camp:

"Alahu Akbar!"

It's an enemy attack!

Cheerchen and Fatima suddenly woke up. After Cheerchen equipped all the weapons on the table, Fatima walked out guarding Cheerchen.

"Head," Semyon Gotonov ran to Chechen, his eyes full of admiration.

"The enemy attack, it's an enemy attack! Those hoops are finally here!"

"How many of them are there?"

"At least thousands of people."

"Very good!"

Cheerchen was overjoyed.

But Imad Pasha, who had entered the camp, felt like a giant trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.

At the beginning, the cavalry led by him easily invaded the enemy's camp. Although the enemy blocked them, the enemies who used their chests to resist the high-speed charging horses were of course knocked down by the heavy armored cavalry like a praying man. But slowly, as the cavalry continued to deepen, the horse's high speed gradually slowed down, and the team was pulled into a straight line due to obstacles. Those enemies with blunt weapons, steel shields and long-handled axes, who roared with "Ula" as the battle roar, rushed up from the tents without fear of death. They used human walls to block the cavalry from all sides, short and advantageous blunt. The weapon kept hitting the horse's head and knocked it down. Once the horse fell to the ground, the long and sharp long-handled axe would kill the cavalry on the horse. The Tatar cavalry tried to counterattack with their bows and arrows, but the feather arrows shot on the steel shield with only a few tinkling sounds.

If only so, Imad Pasha is still fearless. But when the forages and tents in the camp were lit, and the whole camp was illuminated like daylight, Imade Pasha began to fear. He feared that his cavalry exposed to the fire would become a living target for the Sudanese soldiers.

Sure enough, many white turbans faintly appeared in the firelight, and a group of ten of them kept shooting at the Tatar cavalry. In each group of gunshots, several Tatar cavalry fell off their horses.

"Pasha, let's retreat. This is a trap, the enemy has already prepared."

An old soldier covered in blood and beard as white as Imad Pasha came to Imad and persuaded him.

As soon as the old soldier's voice fell, with a gunshot, a blood hole with the thickness of a little finger appeared in his chest.

"God Allah!"

The veteran soldier vomited blood and fell off his horse in front of Imad Pasha.

In the distance, Chechen disappointedly threw the Mikley musket, which was still smoking black, to Viscount Hessian.

"It missed, it's a pity!" Cheerchen sighed.

His original target was an old man next to him in well-equipped and long metal plate chain armor, but the bullet missed it.

"Head, shouldn't we go too?" Viscount Hessian eagerly asked. The Viscount and his Hessian mercenaries were kept by Cheerchen as a reserve team.

Seeing that the cavalry of Imade Pasha was almost weakened, Cheerchen finally gave the order to attack.

Cheerchen mounted his horse regardless of the arrow rain that might come at any time, and let Fatima and Xie Miao hold torches to light up themselves.

Cheerchen immediately asked loudly, "Lion-like warriors, are your swords sharp? Are your gunpowder full? Are you full of fighting spirit!"

Under the light of the fire, Cheerchen's figure is like a giant.

Stepan Racine in front of him responded first: "Yes, master! My sword is extremely sharp!"

Kemal on the left also shouted: "Our gunpowder bag is swollen!"

Behind him, Viscount Hessian said: "We are full of fighting spirit."

"Then everyone, kill!"

Cheerchen shouted with all his strength.

After yelling this sentence, Cheerchen grabbed his horse and led the Hessian mercenaries to rush up.

On the wall of the outer city of Bergzissale, Isilan Gley's wife, accompanied by several ministers, watched the fierce battle outside the city. When Imad Pasha’s army fell into a bitter battle, the Khan Queen asked Jan Mamed Mir if we should send troops to support Imad Pasha.

"No, no!" Yanma Medmir exclaimed: "After Khan, Imad took the initiative to attack, and now he is caught in a hard fight. It is impossible to protect himself. This is his own responsibility. Besides, Imad will take the blame for the elite capital in the city. Take it, and leave him with some old, weak, sick and disabled people, even if we want to save him if we have more than our heart, but we don't have enough energy."

After listening to Jan Mamed Mirza's words, Isilan Glyy's wife wiped out tears in sorrow.

"But you can't die without saving!"

At this time, one person on the left and right stood up. He suggested to Khanhou: "Mother, we might as well move the artillery in the inner city and fire a few shots, which can be regarded as a little help to old Pasha."

After listening to this suggestion, Ishran Glyy's wife looked at Jan Mamed Mirza, and she wanted to hear his opinion.

Yanma Medmir shook his head.

"After sweating, our artillery is too small, I'm afraid we won't be able to hit the enemy's camp. Moreover, it is easy to accidentally injure yourself if you are blinded by a black lamp."

"Neither does this, nor that, what should I do!" Isilan Gree's wife got anxious ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She stomped her feet and wiped her eyes, and returned to the Bergzisalay Palace. .

Left and right hurried to keep up, but Jan Mamed Mirza was still standing on the head of the city.

He said to himself: "Ima De Pasha, this is no fault of me. If you win the battle, I will go out of the city to help you; but you can't protect yourself now, I can only save myself first."

After finishing speaking, Janma Medmir shouted to the guard of the city gate: "Wait, no one is allowed to open the door, do you hear it!"

The sky gradually lit up, and the battle outside the city was coming to an end.

The Tatar cavalry who attacked was hit hard and was driven out of the camp. In the pursuit of the Hessian mercenaries, there were fewer and fewer heavy armored cavalry around Imade Pasha-these Tatar warriors protected their masters from bullet damage with their bodies and armor.

When the old Pasha finally retreated to the gate of Bergzisalay, there was no one around him.

A thousand people will go and one will come back. Imad Pasha couldn't help but feel sad from it-could it really be that God would kill me? .

"Open the door!" Imad Pasha yelled towards the city.

But no one answered, and the city gate did not open.

"Open the door! I am Imad Pasha." He called again, but still no one answered.

Thirty steps away from Imad Pasha, the Viscount Hessian led the Hessian mercenaries in a straight line. Holding muskets in their hands, they were slowly leaning towards Imad Pasha.

Imad Pasha turned his horse around. He seemed to understand that the gates of Bergzisalay would never open for himself. Pasha came from it, he raised his head and laughed, then took off his helmet and threw it on the ground.

Imade Pasha let the sparse white hair flying on his head, brandishing a Damascus scimitar, rushing towards the Viscount Hessian.