The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Bogdan Khmelnitsky was obviously very prestigious and deterrent in the eyes of Cossacks and Ukrainians. Hearing that Khmelnitsky's people will be coming soon, all these people showed their surprised expressions. One by one, you look at me and I look at you, but they don't agree.

At this time, a sturdy man wearing an old sheepskin jacket and holding a hatchet in his hand jumped to the forefront. He held up the hatchet in his hand and shouted: "Brothers Cossacks, don't be fooled by these Poles. . Clash with me!"

The sturdy man rushed to the front with his hatchet in his hand. And once someone took the lead, these stunned thugs clamored to follow them like chicken blood.

The armored Cossack hiding behind the cart is already ready to go. Seeing that the enemy was within range, they released their fingers one after another.

A sharp arrow broke through the air and shot the Cossacks who had rushed to the ground. The sturdy man was hit by three arrows, but none of them hit the key. He was extremely brave, gritted his teeth and broke the arrow shaft inserted in his body, and continued to charge forward.

A well-trained archer can shoot 6-8 arrows in one minute, although such a high rate of fire can only be maintained for about 3 minutes, after which he is unable to draw the bow, but even so, one-time More than 20 arrows were projected, and the rate of fire was not comparable to that of a musketeer.

Just like now, the 20 armored Cossacks under Chelchen fired more than 100 arrows in one minute. These feather arrows killed and wounded more than 30 people, and successfully repelled the enemy's charge.

More than 20 corpses lie all around 15 meters away in front of the armored Cossack, and the sturdy man was among them. He was holding the hatchet of the hatchet in his hand, the axe body propped on the ground, his legs fell on his knees, blood flowed out of more than a dozen wounds on his body, and a puddle filled the ground.

The distance of 15 meters is the distance where the bow and arrow can exert the strongest destructive power. At this distance, unless you are wearing plate armor, there is only a dead end.

Having repelled a Cossack's attack so easily, and there were no casualties on his side, everyone in the mission was very excited. But Chechen was skeptical, thinking that he found that the number of enemies on the opposite side was far less than what the sentry reported to him.

If it is because the dark sentinels have miscalculated the number of incoming enemies-this happens frequently-of course it's best. But if the enemy is playing tricks, trying to attract one's attention through the enemy in front of him, and attacking from the flanks and behind, it would be very bad.

In order to confirm the number of enemies, Cheer Chen found the sentry again.

"My lord, there are really three to four hundred enemies I saw, so I can't go wrong." The sentry promised.

The colleagues around him who knew him also assured him: "Yes, my lord. Philip (the sentinel's name) has owl-like eyes, and he will never read it wrong."

Hearing that, Cheerchen became more nervous. He looked around, there was nothing unusual under his sight. Although it is suspicious behind a few small hills-because the enemy may be hiding behind the hills. It can make the regiment's current force limited, and the only mobile force is twenty Hessian cavalry. And Cheorchen is also well aware of the power of the short spear that the Cossacks usually use. Once the cavalry is deep alone, surrounded by Cossack infantry and involved in melee combat, the cavalry can't display the advantages of speed and maneuverability. The cavalry can easily be dropped by the Cossacks with the short spear. Horse.

At this moment, a dragoon pointed to the outside of the position in horror and said: "My lord, the Cossacks... the Cossacks launched their artillery!"

Chechen was shocked suddenly, he pushed away the soldier in front of him who blocked his sight, and looked out of the battlefield.

The group of Cossacks who had been beaten back by themselves came back, this time pushing a caravan loaded with artillery.

Although Chechen couldn't really see it because of the distance, it should be a small-caliber front-mounted smoothbore gun from the appearance of the thin front and thick rear.

It can be placed on a caravan, which shows that the weight of this artillery is limited. In the era when the weight determines the caliber and power, light weight means that the artillery shells are less powerful and have a short range. It is easy to be suppressed on the battlefield by front-mounted smoothbore guns with larger weight and caliber and longer range. After the "Nordic Lions" Gustav's military reform, the regular forces of the European military powers are at least supported by infantry based on three-pounder guns.

The last time Cheerchen encountered this type of ultra-small-caliber artillery was in Ackerman in Crimea. He didn't expect that the Cossacks would also use this kind of artillery that should have been eliminated.

But from the point of owning artillery, Cheerchen is almost certain that these Cossacks are definitely not mobs or gangs, but the regular army of the Cossack emirate. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the enemy who used cold weapons just now would immediately take out artillery. This big killer.

Although this artillery has various shortcomings, these shortcomings are all for opponents with more advanced front-mounted smoothbore guns. For the missions that are not equipped with any artillery, this weapon is really a big killer.

"boom!"

There was a cannon and the Cossacks fired.

The first shell landed about 20 meters away from the mission position. The hard ground caused the shell to ricochet~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The shell bounced from the ground, then fell five meters away, bounced again, and finally sank into the ground unwillingly after the kinetic energy was exhausted.

Seeing that the shells did not hit their positions, the dragoons and the armored Cossacks hiding behind the cart gladly crossed their chests, thanking God for your blessing.

But God doesn't bless himself like this every time, this is very clear to him. As the artillery gets closer, the Cossack gunner’s hit rate will only get higher and higher. If you want to solve this threat once and for all, you can only take the initiative to attack.

"Hessian cavalry, ready to attack!"

Cheerchen put on his pointed helmet and walked towards the rear where the Hessian cavalry gathered. The latter heard Cheechen's order, a saber or broadsword was drawn, and the mount under his crotch kept beating his nose.

"The armored Cossack set out ten people to protect the old man's carriage, and the dragoons mounted their horses, ready to respond to the enemy's surprise attack from both wings at any time."

Cheerchen issued a series of orders again. Then he came to the far right of the Hessian Cavalry.

"Strike!"

Cheerchen pulled out his saber and pointed it diagonally forward. Under his leadership, the Hessian cavalry bypassed the front position like a black dragon, rushing towards the Cossacks from the right flank.

When the horse team passed near a small mountain bag on the right flank of the position, there was movement behind the small mountain bag. A group of Cossacks appeared on the mountain bag, and they raised their guns to shoot at Chechen and the Hessian cavalry.

Cheerchen's guess was correct, and the Cossacks did try to outflank the two wings.

Suffering from a side attack, Cheerchen didn't care, he still rushed straight towards the Cossack's artillery.

Seeing that Cheechen was so decisive, the Hessian cavalry who followed closely did not care about the enemies on the flanks, but clung to the horse's neck to reduce their bullet surface, and at the same time followed Chechen closely.