The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 Facing the impact of the winged cavalry, the Boyer cavalry lined up in front of the village did not passively choose to defend. Instead, they launched a countercharge in a crescent-shaped formation.

　　 Yes, these heavy cavalry, composed of the children of the small and medium-sized nobles of Tsarist Russia, never knew what the defense was. They only know to attack and attack again.

　　 If the winged cavalry hits the thick infantry phalanx that the waves hit the reef, then the collision between the winged cavalry and the Boyer cavalry is like two turbulent floods colliding together.

　　 The water stream collided, and the water splashed all over. Countless lances and spears broke, and sawdust splashed; a famous armored knight fell off his horse, making a dull sound like an iron barrel falling to the ground; the neigh of the wounded horse and the knight's battle roar gathered together.

　　 In this round, neither the Polish Winged Cavalry led by Doronin nor the Boyer Cavalry of Tsarist Russia took advantage. Although the wing cavalry caused more casualties to their opponents, the warriors of the Boyer cavalry did not let the opponent tear their line of defense, but dragged the wing cavalry into hand-to-hand combat.

　　 In short-range combat, the blunt weapon in the hands of the Boyer cavalry is more lethal than the saber of the winged cavalry. The saber can often only cut a few shallow scratches on the mirror armor of the Boyer cavalry. Only when it hits the opponent's arm and other parts that are not protected by armor can it cause damage. As long as the blunt weapon of the Boyer cavalry hits the winged cavalry's breastplate, it can cause the opponent's bones to break.

　　 In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen winged cavalrymen who had been dragged into close combat had been killed.

　　Doronin pulled his leg from under the horse with difficulty and staggered to his feet. His horse was stabbed in the chest by a lance in the collision between iron and blood. Under the pain, the horse lifted its front feet to stand up, and then rolled over to the ground. Fortunately, the Boyer cavalry around all focused on the winged cavalry who hadn't fallen, and he escaped by chance.

　　 He saw several of his companions easily knocked down by a Boyer cavalry, knowing that if he continued the fight, he would obviously be better at attacking the enemy.

　　 "Line up again, line up again." Doronin rode on an ownerless horse and shouted.

　　 This call attracted the attention of a nearby Boyer cavalry who was knocking down a winged cavalry. The Boyer cavalry rushed out in a stab, and the leaf hammer in his hand aimed at Doronin's helmet and was about to smash it down.

　　 At such a close distance, there is no time to draw Doronin's knife to resist. He just instinctively raised his arm to cover his face.

　　 Such an inevitable blow did not fall in the end. With a gunshot, a little finger-sized hole appeared in the breastplate of the Boyer cavalry. His front chest seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, his whole body leaned back, and then fell unwillingly. On the ground.

　　 "Master, are you okay?"

　　 An old figure sounded behind Doronin.

　　 Doronin looked back, and it turned out that it was his old servant Kovinuski. Kvinuski was an old servant of the Doronin family. He accompanied Doronin's father and grandfather in the battle of King Sigimunds to conquer Moscow. The old man was loyal to the Duronin family, and Duronin could only trust him to take care of many things. Like the rescue of Catherine. In this raid, Doronin hadn't thought of letting Kovinuski follow, after all, the old man was too old. But Kovinuski insisted on coming, and in order to show that he was old and healthy, the old man even straightened a horseshoe with his own hands.

　　 "I'm fine, Kovinusky," Doronen said.

　　 Kovinuski escorted Doronin out of the battle group.

"Master, go back and reorganize the queue, otherwise we will suffer a big loss. I'm blocking here." Kovinuski obviously saw the disadvantages of the battle, and he threw the smoking pistol at it. On the ground, he drew a new pistol. The old man screamed, holding a saber in one hand and a pistol and rushed in again.

　　 At this time, the Russian troops on both sides have further squeezed the range of activities of the Polish troops. Although the Kardes used muskets to block the advance of the enemy infantry, the firepower of the dragoons was weak after all.

　　 As the battle became more unfavorable, some timid soldiers began to return to the village and flee. I completely forgot how the two thousand Russian troops perished before.

　　 Doronin took the king flag in the hand of the standard bearer and waved it with all his strength, attracting the scattered wing cavalry to gather towards him. The Russian artillery on the hill also noticed him, and several artillery pieces adjusted their positions one after another, and flames spurted from the muzzle.

　　 Several shells fell beside Doronin, and a burst of dust rose. But Doronin was unscathed as if he had been blessed by the protector of the country. With such a miracle, the scared Russian artillery fired the artillery, and they continued to cross, thinking that it was Doronin who had performed some witchcraft.

　　Gradually, more than a hundred wing cavalry gathered to Doronin's side.

　　 "Charge, charge," Doronen shouted.

　　 "Commander, my lance is broken." someone shouted.

　　 "What about your saber? Has the saber broken?" Doronen shouted.

　　 "No, sir. My saber is still there."

　　 "Then straighten your arm. Use the saber as the tip of the gun, and your arm is the barrel of the gun."

　　 This time, more than a hundred cavalry lined up in two rows.

　　 Doronin waved the flag.

　　 The horse galloped up again.

　　 This time, the Russian cavalry, which was also dragged into a melee, could not be effectively organized. Facing the wing cavalry charge again, some Boyer cavalry even faced the impact with their horses sideways.

　　 The copper and iron walls of the Russian army were finally stabbed with a big hole. Through this gap, the dragoons and infantry who were still fighting on the two wings surged out.

　　 Although the opening was quickly blocked and returned, more than two hundred Polish troops escaped. The rest, knowing that there was no hope of breaking through, all dropped their weapons and surrendered.

　　 "I now finally know why at the Battle of Hersino, even if we had 30,000 people, we still lost to five thousand winged cavalry." General Yakov Cherkaski said with emotion. The Russian general witnessed the heroic fighting of the Polish army, especially the wing cavalry.

"Their cavalry may still be powerful, but this country is not the country it used to be." Prince Alexei said with a grimace~www.readwn.com~ And even if they break out, it does not mean they can return alive. Smolensk. "

　　 "Do you have any further moves?" General Yakov Cherkaski asked.

　　 Prince Alexei did not answer.

　　 At the same time, the defeated troops who broke out were walking on the road leading to Smolensk. At this time, there were only more than a hundred people left in this Polish army. Some people were scattered on the road, and some left the brigade halfway through. The rest of the people were all wounded, and from time to time, people and horses of the wounded fell down on the road.

　　 Doronin lowered his head along the way. He was sorrowful for causing such a great loss for himself.

　　 "Master, no one can do better than you." Kovinusky comforted Doronin.

　　Doronin still didn't speak. He knew very well in his heart, how about playing well? The last reserve team of the defending army was destroyed in his own hands, and these forces could not be supplemented.

　　 "Master." Kovinuski shouted again, and he wanted to say something encouraging.

　　 The old man can't bear Ronin's self-defeating so much.

boom. A sudden row of gunshots interrupted Kovinusky's speech. Four or five blood holes appeared in the old man's body, and bright red blood kept flowing out of the blood hole. In the end, the old man fell off his horse unwillingly.

　　 "Kvinuski!" Doronen shouted sadly. He looked in the direction of the gunshot angrily.

　　 In the woods on both sides of the road, several caravans rushed onto the road. These caravans are obviously specially modified, with a few small-caliber Franco cannons on them.

　　 Heads with only a lock of hair on their heads emerged from the caravan’s edge.

　　 is the Zaporozhye Cossack rebels!

　　Doronin’s pupils shrank suddenly