The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The soldiers of the two squadrons of Poles began to waver. Some people who were frightened timidly threw away their weapons and began to climb the chariots on both sides to try to escape, but their exposed bodies instantly became the best target for archers. A shower of arrows passed by and climbed. All the people in the chariot became hedgehogs.

Seeing that the car formation was loosening little by little, the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and Yelishei, who was standing next to Chelchen, was extremely anxious. Because the atmosphere of cowardice will spread to those soldiers who are still fighting bravely like a plague, causing the total line of defense to collapse.

At this time, Hessian mercenaries had already been dispatched. Chechen's hands were left with less than three hundred cavalrymen of Yelishei and Patriarch Isaac, and two hundred men under Xie Miao's command.

"Commander, let me lead the cavalry."

"Master, let me take someone on first."

Yelisei and Xie Miao asked to fight.

Cheerchen hesitated. In terms of combat effectiveness, the Hessian cavalry under Yelishei's command is definitely the best mercenary regiment. But Chechen didn't want to use this force easily, he wanted to keep it until the most critical and final moment. Besides, using cavalry as infantry is really a waste.

"Xie Miao, take someone with me. Everyone takes two bombs." In the end, Cheerchen decided that the person with Xie Miao said that he took two bombs first, and then ran quickly until he was retreating. Behind the musketeers, he exhausted all his energy and threw the bomb out.

The bomb exploded in the Tatar crowd, and flesh and bones were scattered.

Xie Miao and others also followed suit, igniting the bomb in their hands and throwing it out.

Although the black powder bombs were not powerful at that time, the power of two hundred bombs exploding together was still not trivial. For a while, a small mushroom cloud rose up in the sky, and the land near the gap was soaked with blood.

"kill!"

Cheerchen pushed away the Musketeers who were in front of him and came to the front line. He pierced the throat of a dizzy Khan guard who had been blown up. This sword went like a meteor. Although the Khan guard lifted the steel shield to block with his superior fighting instinct, his throat had been pierced before the edge of the steel shield touched the piercing slender sword. .

Cheerchen drew the slender sword, and the Khan guard fell to the ground.

The morale of the mercenary group was shocked as the head of the group killed a stubborn enemy himself. The soldiers around Cheerchen yelled, and one step closer to the enemy...

As the core Khan guards were beheaded to death, the nine troops that Uzenbey used to attack were finally repelled. The defenders of the mercenary regiment were also blushing. When the enemy just retreated, someone jumped out of the car to pursue it. The soldiers guarding the car formation were almost injured, but the adrenaline made them feel the pain and furiously fight.

On the other side of the river, Isilan Glyy didn't expect that the general attack he had racked his brains would not work. The red-eyed Isilan Glyi ignored that the soldiers on the river were also being baptized by artillery fire and bullets, and forced more tribal soldiers into the water to attack.

But those patriarchs didn't buy it. They didn't expect to lose so much in just one round of offense, and the Kalmyks on the other side never crossed the river. The patriarchs of the tribes, who all put their own interests in the first place, resisted the order of Isilan Glyy to continue the offensive. One of the bold tribal patriarchs even directly proposed to Ishran Glyy that they should wait until tomorrow to make long-term discussions.

"Long-term plan?"

Isilan Glyy smiled gloomily when he heard the words, he walked up to the clan chief and patted him on the shoulder affectionately with his hand.

This affectionate move obviously gave the clan chief a wrong signal, and he boldly said: "Yes, Khan. Children don't..."

Before the content behind "No" was exported, Isilan Glyy's Damascus scimitar chopped off the head of the patriarch.

The head flying in the air had an unbelievable expression, as if I couldn't believe that Isilan Glyy would kill himself.

Isilan Gree retracted the knife. He looked at the clan chiefs who had been embarrassed by himself, and said without any emotion: "The corpse was dragged down to feed the dogs. As for his clan, who took the head of Alvar Chechen in the opposite lane? I will reward him."

After speaking, Isilan Glyy walked back to his mount without looking back, and then got on the horse.

Yishilan Gree stubbornly wanted to eliminate Chechen, not just because of personal grievances, but also because of the deep-rooted traditions of the grassland people.

The grassland people worship the strong, and the weaker you are, his concubine thinks you can be bullied, but if you show a strong side, he will not only dare not oppose you, but will also admire and obey incomparably.

As Isilan Glyy who has lost most of his strength support, he must not let the patriarchs of these tribes feel the slightest weakness of himself. It seemed like a trivial matter for the slain patriarch to persuade him to return to Azov, but if Isilan Glyy followed his advice, then other people would no longer be so in awe of him. This is what The most terrifying is also what Isilan Glyy tried to avoid.

Isilan Glyy, who was sitting on the mount, was not as calm as he appeared to be on the surface. When no one paid attention to him, Yislan Glyy looked towards Ayuqi's position. According to the agreement, the Kalmyks should cooperate with them to cross the river after Uzenbeyi achieved the results of the battle. However, during the battle just now, the Kalmyks had no intention of crossing the river.

"Ayuqi, what kind of ‘success’ do you want before you are willing to send troops!"

Because of the anxiety in her heart, Isilan Gree bit her lip and didn't know it.

"Ayuqi, don't we still cross the river?"

For the same question, Yishilan Glyi could only guess by himself, but Galdan Celing was able to directly ask Ayuqi without hesitation. Gal Dance is such a person, he forgot everything when he smelled the smoke of gunpowder, just thinking about letting his scimitar drink blood.

"No hurry, wait a minute." Ayu Qiyun said lightly.

A Yuqi was watching the fierce battle just now. In Ayuqi's view, Chechen's mercenary group had almost used up all his hole cards-except for the cavalry unit that had caused great losses to his side. In the next battle, as long as Chechen tells this cavalry to go into battle, then it's time to cross the river by himself.

"When will you have to wait?" Gal Dance said gruffly.

"Celing, you go and tell Isilan Gree that I will cross the river when Wu Zeng launches an attack next time." Ayuqi decided.

"Wait? I don't know what moths will come out later!" Although Galdan Celing complained, he knew that since Ayuqi had made a decision, it would never be changed. He complained and ran away.

On the side of the mercenary group, the soldiers of the mercenary group who jumped out of the car formation were forced back by the bows and arrows and muskets on the Uzenbeyi position. The fighting between the two sides came to an end on this day. Once the tight nerves were loosened, the soldiers felt exhausted like never before, and everyone lay down on the ground, regardless of the bloodstains and corpses on the ground.