The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Then, Christina and Wiedenberg conducted an offensive and defensive simulation exercise in two terrain conditions of mountain forest terrain and river bank terrain, but apart from the mountain terrain Christina won, the confrontation between her and Wiedenberg was still the same. draw.

Faced with this result, Cheor Chen and the other three were frowning.

Seeing the trio of frowning faces, Karlsson tried to comfort Her Majesty.

He said: "Your Majesty, at least we still have hope of winning, and at least we can draw with Karl X. You should be happy. And this is just a simulation, and does not represent the real battlefield situation."

Christina did not speak to Karlsson's comfort.

A draw is a failure for Christina. And although there are many factors that determine the battlefield, even a stray bullet flying aimlessly can change the situation, but any commander who knows will not place the hope of victory on this illusory luck.

Carlsson was a little embarrassed, he felt that he had said something wrong.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn for a while.

After I don’t know how long, maybe after the servant outside the door came in and changed the candle once, Christina compromised Cheerchen and Wittenberg: "Earl, Cheerchen. You just follow Cheerchen this morning. Go ahead and deploy the defense plan proposed."

In the end, Christina chose to compromise and chose a safe solution-even if it was only temporarily delaying her failure.

In the next few days, Wittenberg set up a defensive position on the outskirts of Riga, while Chechen took three thousand mercenaries to build fortifications on the Dinaburg Fortress and the banks of the Daugava River.

Christina was not idle either. In addition to constantly inspiring in Riga, she also sends messengers every day to write letters to monarchs of various countries including the Federal Republic, the Duchy of Prussia, Tsarist Russia, and the Habsburg family, seeking external assistance.

On this day, Cheorchen is personally strengthening the fortifications at Dinaburg Fortress. After the Battle of Konotop, the Tatars captured Raphael, a French engineer who served Prince Alexei. After learning his identity, Chechen spent 500 talers to redeem him. , The condition is that Raphael must teach the officers of the mercenary regiment military engineering knowledge. And under the careful guidance of Raphael for more than three months, the level of Chechen's construction of fortifications and construction of bastions is no less than that of those engineers who have a background in science classes.

Just as Tetsuchen was inserting a sharp wooden stake that had been carbonized by fire into the soil, a scout cavalry rushed to Tetsuchen's side.

The horses galloped so urgently that when the horses' hoofs set their footsteps, the dust splashed up on the heads of people under the trenches.

"Commander, the enemy was found thirty miles away." The scout cavalry blushed and his nose flared fiercely.

Cheorchen raised his head abruptly.

"It's finally here," he thought.

"how many people?"

"Fifty people, but everyone is well equipped, all heavy-armored pistols."

Cheerchen was extremely surprised when he heard the scout cavalry say this. Because as Sweden's trump card, the heavy armored pistol cavalry has always existed as the assault force that determines the victory or defeat, and no commander will send these expensive cavalry to perform reconnaissance missions. And their heavy armor not only gives them super defensive power, but also limits their mobility. They are far inferior to professional scout cavalry in long-distance raids and chases.

"Could it be that in Karl X's army, which daring and noble child went out privately regardless of the military order?" Cheechen guessed such a possibility. Immediately, he put this possibility behind him-this kind of thing may be possible in the Polish army, but Karl X, who was ruthlessly governing the army, would never let this happen.

"What banner are they playing?"

"Blaer Wichensburg's flag."

Chechen did not expect Brahe Wichensburg to personally lead the reconnaissance team. If it were him, then it would make sense to lead a team of Swedish heavy armored pistols. After all, such a team of elites fits the status of the marshal of his kingdom.

At this time, a bold idea gripped Nei Chechen's heart deeply-he wanted to capture Brahe Wichensburg alive.

Once such an idea came out, it would be out of control like a flood bursting a bank. If he can capture Karl X's marshal alive, then the morale of the enemy will be a heavy blow to the machine, and Karl X will also lose his best commander.

Just do it. Chechen ordered all the cavalry under his command-a total of eighty men. Then, he ordered all the mules and horses to be collected, and then each cavalry boarded an infantry, a total of 196 infantry and cavalry mixed forces, under the leadership of the scout cavalry, headed towards Brahe Wei He left in the direction that Hinsburg appeared.

When the two troops met, Cheer Chen immediately realized that his enemy was so unusual.

Brae Wiichensburg rode in the forefront. He wore an armor and was surrounded by a very strong standard-bearer. Behind the two were Swedish pistol heavy cavalry, arranged in a neat formation in groups of five and ten. Each heavy cavalry had a sword out of its sheath and leaned on his shoulder.

Chechen quickly judged that Brahe Wichensburg was not the reconnaissance he had imagined at all. He was here to provoke and declare war.

When Cheerchen discovered Brae Wiichensburg, Brae Wiichensburg also saw Chechen. When he saw Cheerchen's banner instead of Christina's, the veteran's eyes were disappointed.

Soon, Brahe Wichensburg shook off this sentiment. He pointed the long sword in his hand in the direction of Chechen, and the fifty Swedish heavy-armored pistol cavalry spread out and lined up in two formations.

At this time, Cheerchen's troops had not yet finished the formation, but it was strange that Brahe Wichensburg did not take advantage of this great opportunity to launch an offensive, and instead waited in place in his spare time.

Although Brahe Wichensburg's series of actions are all weird, after all, everything he did is good for him and harmless. So Cheechen ordered all the infantry to dismount, forming a small infantry phalanx.

Eighty cavalry guarded the two wings of the phalanx in two teams.

Seeing the enemy coming into force, Brahe Wichensburg's old face showed a smile. As for his mount, his old buddy who had accompanied him all his life seemed to feel the emotion of his master's appointment. It shook its head and snorted.

Brahe Wichensburg stroked the old man's neck. Then he straightened up.

"Everyone, it is an honor for me to fight alongside you, Brahe Wichensburg," the old marshal said loudly.

"Long live, long live! Long live our Field Marshal Brahe Wiichensburg!" the soldiers shouted.

Brahe Wichensburg pointed at the long sword, and 50 Swedish heavy cavalry drove their horses and began to trot, and a band of white snow dust leaped from one end to the other.

Chechen knew that with the exception of the winged cavalry of the Republic of Poland, no cavalry in the world could resist the charge of the Swedish heavy-armored pistols, so he ordered the two-winged cavalry to retreat and let the phalanx of 116 infantry resist the enemy cavalry. The charge.

The nearly 5 meters long spear pointed diagonally forward, the pikemen leaned forward, their left leg moved forward, and the right leg stepped on the tail of the spear.

The hammer and anvil collided.

For the first round, the horses of the heavy cavalry all stood up with their front hoofs hanging in the air. The entire long line of battles, from one end to the other, flashed white swords above the heads of the killers, like a silver snake dancing wildly. , Lightning burst into the sky.

Then, the tip of the gun hit the armor, hit the horse's chest, and made a catastrophic sound.

Countless spears broke, countless knights fell, and the formations of the two sides that were smashed began to twist, and in a flash it turned into a half-moon shape.

Although the phalanx of long spears was strong, the central part could not withstand this round of shock under the charge of the Swedish heavy armored cavalry, and they were forced to retreat steadily.

Those heavy armored cavalry who survived the first round of impact could not allow Chechen's infantry to have the slightest chance of breathing. They fought fiercely in the center and launched a terrible fight.

Seeing that the infantry phalanx was about to collapse, Cheechen ordered the trumpeter to blow his horn, and the two-winged cavalry surrounded the Swedish cavalry like crane wings.

On one side are the Swedish heavy-armored pistol cavalry, who are tall and large, wear iron armor, and can penetrate the walls of Babylon by the impact of the horse alone. The cavalry slashed in the space mixed with infantry.

It was like a group of lumberjacks plunged into a tall pine forest, only to hear the thumping sound of a sharp axe, and then one after another towering trees fell to the ground.

Every moment, someone in the mercenary cavalry tilted his head wearing a bright helmet, and his huge body was saddled off his horse; while someone in the Swedish heavy armored cavalry just raised his sword, but suddenly his chest was shot. Hit, and then the whole person fell to the ground like an iron bucket full of water.

Cheerchen also rushed into the enemy line. His swordsmanship made the enemy dizzy, and the swish wind of the sword always coiled around their faces and eyes.

A black-haired and black-bearded Swedish heavy-armored pistol cavalry raised the epee high, but before he could cut it off, the knight felt Cheerchen’s cold blade pierced into his body from his armpit. The heavy sword fell from his hand, and he himself threw himself on the horse's neck with a face full of unwillingness.

As the infantry phalanx retreated to the rear under the cover of the cavalry, the musketeers began to fire. As a result, more and more Swedish heavy-armored pistols saddled and fell, and the dead bodies on the ground became denser and denser.

In the center of the enemy line where Cheorchen himself fought, the enemy soldiers became thinner and thinner. Almost every Swedish pistol cavalry had to face two to three mercenary cavalry.

But even if the victory or defeat is a foregone conclusion, these cavalry are still fighting hard. Chechen blocked the epee of an enemy rider. He suddenly saw Brahe Wichensburg riding a maroon dragon horse, always fighting with four or five mercenary cavalry.

Although the Swedish marshal is very old, his sword skills are amazing. He alone forced four or five cavalrymen to retreat.

Cheerchen rushed towards Brahe Wichensburg with a loud shout, and the two quickly handed a sword.

Cheerchen has already obtained the true biography of the knights of Vorodjavsky, coupled with the progress after the war with Yakov Cherkaski, Chechen extinguishes the spark of human life as quickly and conveniently as extinguishes a candle. .

He confronted Brahe Wichensburg with a sword. When the two horses crossed by, Chechen's sword swung backwards, and the blade slashed on the back of Brahe Wichensburg. .

But the sturdy cavalry armour saved Brahe Wichensburg's life.

The marshal saw that it was Cheerchen who was fighting with him, and he threw down other opponents and rushed towards Cheerchen.

Cheechen sometimes slashed with a knife, sometimes he only picks up with the tip of the knife, and sometimes he draws a circle on his chest, but every move is as fast as lightning, and the move is as fast as Brahe Wichens. The key to the fort.

After all, Brahe Wichensburg was old, and he was gradually unable to resist it. The old marshal squinted his eyes and saw that there were not many soldiers left, and the few remaining soldiers were also facing the threat of muskets.

Brahe Wichensburg yelled, and he passed Chechen through the stab and rushed towards the musketeers who were raising their guns and preparing to shoot.

"That person is Brae Wichensburg!" Chechen shouted.

His original intention was to remind the musketeers not to shoot and kill the Swedish marshal, but to catch him alive. But his words were counterproductive-the musketeers heard it was Brahe Wichensburg, and they turned their guns to point at Brahe Wichensburg.

After a burst of gunfire, Brahe Wichensburg fell on the horse's neck as if he had been struck by lightning.

The few remaining Swedish heavy-armored pistols saw the marshal shot. They let out a howl like a wolf, and then, ignoring the surrounding enemies, jumped off their horses, and ran and climbed to the ground and threw down Brae Wey. In front of the body of Hinsburg.

"Marshal!" the soldiers wailed loudly.

Although they were enemies, the cries of the Swedish heavy-armored pistols seemed to have infected these mercenaries who licked their blood.

Cheerchen retracted the saber into the scabbard. He beat his horse and walked into the corpse of Brahe Wichensburg, staring at the marshal carefully.

Although he was killed by a musket, Brae Wichensburg had a peaceful face. Chechen didn't know if it was an illusion, he actually saw a relieved smile at the corner of Brae Wichensburg's mouth.

Cheerchen jumped off his horse and walked to the corpse of the standard bearer of Brae Wichensburg near the left. He picked up the big flag, took it off, and spread it on Brahe Wichensburg.

To those Swedish heavy armored pistols, Chechen said: "Although we belong to the enemy~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Marshal Brae Wichensburg's brave and heroic posture is really admirable. You bring the marshal's body back. Come to your King Karl X. I think Karl X will definitely not blame you and will bury Marshal Wichensburg."

A Swedish heavy-armored pistol cavalry with a beautiful goatee raised his head, and said with a weeping face: "There is no king anymore. The marshal is here to seek death. He wants to accompany his majesty to heaven."

There is no king anymore! ! ? ?

Cheerchen was shocked by the other party's words without realizing it.

After a while, he reacted from the shock and stammered: "You mean Karl X is dead?"

"Yes, your Majesty, he died. Just two days ago." The cavalry replied.

Cheerchen's face flushed with excitement, and his whole body trembled.

Karl X died like this? Is Christina the biggest obstacle to regaining the Swedish throne, the **** of war of the Swedish army, and the initiator of the invasion of Poland?

If it weren't for Brahe Wiichensburg to fall in front of him, Cheorchen really suspected that this was a trap set by Karl X, in order to lure himself out of the fortifications and field battles.

"Quickly, take them all back. Take them to Riga to see Her Majesty the Queen." Cheerchen ordered a mercenary officer.

The captives stood up consciously and let them be at the mercy of each other-Brae Wiichensburg is dead, and their spirits disappeared with the death of Brae Wiichensburg Scattered.

Just when the officer escorted the prisoner and was about to leave for Riga, Cheerchen stopped him again.

"Bring me a word to Her Majesty the Queen, just say..." Chechen paused, and then looked into the distance with a kind of contemplative gaze.

"Just say, Stockholm is waiting for her to be crowned."