The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

As the sun went down, Baron Gustav Wrangel ordered a soldier to carry a tar drum to the outskirts of the monastery to light a bonfire-this was to prevent the Poles from sneaking attacks in the middle of the night.

In the past, the Poles did not stop Swedish soldiers from lighting up tar drums, because they had no intention of sneak attack. Moreover, the bonfire is equal to both parties. If the Swedes want to go beyond the church and attack the Poles, they will also be exposed to the bonfire.

But this time, when the soldier carrying the tar drum just walked to the door of the church, the Polish position remembered a gunshot, and the soldier was hit by the huge impact of the bullet and flew into the church.

Seeing this, the pupils of Baron Gustav Wrangel suddenly shrank. This is a very bad signal. It means that the Poles will attack the church tonight.

The baron quickly ordered the 214 officers and soldiers in the church to be prepared to stay awake all night and keep their weapons within easy reach of their hands.

As night fell, the church was shrouded in darkness. The Swedish soldiers clenched their muskets and stared at the enemy position ahead. Everyone has a vague hunch that the Poles' attack tonight will be far more powerful than before.

There was a dull roar in the night sky, like the roar of a bison.

"It's a mortar!"

Hearing the sound, Baron Gustav Wrangel suddenly changed his color.

The mortar gun is a kind of artillery that fires huge shells with a short body, a large firing angle, a low initial velocity, and a high arc trajectory; it has a short range and powerful projectiles, and is mainly used to destroy solid fortifications.

Before the others could react, a huge cannonball fell from the roof of the church. The huge potential energy penetrated the roof and the ceiling of the third floor, and then fell to the second floor, smashing a hapless Swedish pistol cavalry into mud.

On the Polish army's position, the sound of the artillery was like a signal, and artillery, large and small, began to fire at the Holy Spirit Church.

The strong walls of the church suffered the most severe test. Cannonballs hit the church as densely as hail. Although most of the cannonballs were blocked, there were still some powerful solid cannonballs that penetrated the wall and made large holes.

The firepower of the Polish artillery was so fierce that the Swedish soldiers didn't have time to plug the gap with sandbags this time.

After more than half an hour, the sound of the artillery went down. The sound of countless footsteps stomping on the ground rang.

"Prepare, prepare. Flare gun and organ gun prepare." The baron shouted toward the first floor hall.

The Swedish soldier on the first floor quickly put the gun on the sandbag.

After learning from the lesson that they were too far forward to retreat during the first battle, the Swedish soldiers moved the sandbags to the position of the altar, so that the ladder was behind them for easy retreat.

Footsteps were getting closer, and the Swedish soldiers behind the defensive positions stared nervously ahead, but no one appeared at the gate.

Two circular black objects flew into the church. Then, there were two loud noises.

On the second floor, Baron Gustav Wrangel deeply felt that the number of enemies in the attack was unusual. They set the ladder directly on the outer wall of the church, and climbed in through the gap. Within a few minutes, dozens of people had already rushed in—this was an attack method that the Baron and his soldiers had never thought of. And all the weapons they use are blunt weapons, which is exactly the nemesis of plate armor. The half armor of the Swedish pistol cavalry can withstand sabers and spears, but cannot withstand blunt weapons-each time they touch, the soldiers will break their bones and warp. What's more, these enemies also like to shoot pistols into the face of Swedish pistol cavalry.

"Block, block these Hessians," Baron Gustav Wrangel shouted. From the German accent of the incoming enemy, the baron distinguished Le these as Hessian mercenaries.

A squad of Swedish pistols, who had been used as a reserve by the Baron, was sent in, but the gap was still widening. These Hessian mercenaries have fighting skills that are not inferior to that of the Swedish soldiers. The combination of blunt weapons and pistols also gives them an advantage in battle.

There are scuffles everywhere.

At this time, the lobby on the first floor was the quietest. The two grenades did not cause any casualties to the Swedish soldiers, and the sandbags blocked all the fragments. But the ladder from the first floor to the second floor has been destroyed by the Poles, and they can only do it in a hurry below.

Two Swedish pistols guarded Baron Gustav Wrangel and retreated back. At this time, a knight wearing mirror armor, holding a steel shield and page hammer rushed straight to Baron Gustav Wrangel. Two Swedish pistol cavalry fought hard to stand in the way.

The person who came was Yelishei. He furiously blocked the broadsword cut by the first Swedish pistol cavalry with a shield, and then slammed the man's ankle with a ground hammer in his hand. The Swedish pistol cavalry suffered pain and fell to the ground.

Next, Yelishi Ibn was about to raise his hand to hammer Ye at the second pistol cavalry, but his wrist was quickly caught by the enemy's eyesight. The second Swedish pistol cavalry slammed Yelisei's head with his helmeted head, knocking him to the ground and staring at the stars.

The Swedish pistol cavalry wanted to step forward and use a broadsword to end Yelischey, but he did not expect Yelishei to quickly pull out a Dutch double-barreled pistol. The first bullet hit the Swedish pistol cavalry. The bullet dented the cavalry in half-armored chest, but failed to kill him; the second bullet hit him in the head and finally knocked him down.

Yelisei struggled to get up. He looked around, everyone around him was fighting, and the mercenary regiment soldiers were still pouring in from the gap on the second floor, and the advantage was expanding. But his target, the important figure (Baron Gustav Wrangel) guarded by two Swedish pistols, disappeared.

"Fortunately for you."

Yelishei didn't have time to be disappointed, he spit on the ground, and then rushed into other battle groups.

Cheerchen brought Fatima and others to the outside of the church. Originally, Pidro was also going to take part in the offensive, but he had a bad stomach during dinner, and went to the toilet seven or eight times in a row, and the whole thing was collapsed. Cheerchen had to let Bacht take on the task of the main attack, and then he followed.

Under the church, Cheerchen rubbed his eyes soaked by the smoke, using the starlight to observe the soldiers on the ladder on the outer wall of the church, and nodded in satisfaction.

Fortunately, everything went so smoothly.

Chechen noticed a deep crack in the wall of the church caused by shelling, which stretched from the outer wall of the first floor to the gap in the second floor. Near the gap, an iron fence in front of the shooting hole was also hit by a shell, half of the steel bars were exposed outside. This shooting port is just enough for him to get in.

Cheerchen was about to climb in from here.

"Head, let's wait until the battle is over before going up." Fatima whispered to Chechen.

But Cheerchen didn't listen.

"Fatima, it's okay. Our mercenary group has no rules for the leader to hide behind. Besides, you have to protect me~www.readwn.com~ Chechen said lightly.

After that, Cheer Chen went into battle lightly, wearing only a chain armor, holding a pistol and hatchet, and began to climb the ladder in the dark under the gaze of the mercenary group soldiers who had not yet entered the gap. The fine cowhide boots creaked on the ladder.

Fatima followed Cheorchen behind, the ladder was narrow, and Fatima could not get ahead of Cheechen first.

Cheerchen finally climbed to the edge of the gap, and he pulled away the loose, bent iron bars to get in. Cheerchen bit the blade of the hatchet with his teeth, grabbed the iron bar on the right with his free hand, and jumped into the air with his upper body.

Then he bumped into the back of someone.

Cheerchen took a step backward and almost fell out. The person who was hit by Cheerchen turned around. It was a terrible thing: a broken eye, a broken jaw, a **** face.

This face with only one eye was looking at Cheerchen, and a black hole was pointed at him.

Cheerchen didn't expect that his luck was so bad, the nerves all over his body seemed to be numb, he watched the muzzle motionless.

"Natalie, goodbye."

At this time, the only thing still active was his thoughts.

The trigger was pulled.

The gun did not fire, and the spring of the revolver jammed.

Immediately afterwards, behind the strange face appeared a tall figure of Bashit-Bashit's two-handed sword cut it into two pieces.

"Head, it's really time for you to come." Bachter said with a simple smile.

It turned out that the owner of this strange face was fighting with Basit. He was also a handsome guy. That face was made like this by Basit's two-handed sword. And Bashit was kicked to the ground. Cheechen hit him just now, distracting him, and Basit has a chance to fight back.