The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Pour the tar, pour the tar." Cheechen shouted toward the bottom of the city wall.

　　 There are a few simple trebuchets arranged by Pietro after demolishing the house.

　　 At this time, several places on the city wall have been breached. At some points, groups of enemies besieged the city back-to-back in a circle, guarding the landing point, so that subsequent troops could flood in.

　　 The colleagues next to the simple catapult saw that the situation was urgent and heard the order, and hurriedly put the black clay pots that had been lit on their mouths into their pockets. These clay pots were filled with tar and sealed with cotton and rags on the outside.

　　 Following the commander's order, one by one the clay pots were thrown out. Their drop points were calculated in advance, and each clay pot fell exactly on the position between the trench and the city wall.

　　 The clay pot was smashed to pieces as soon as it hit the ground, the tar inside it flowed out, and it ignited when it caught fire. The fire not only ignited the straw in the trench, but also burned the cotton armor and ladder of the soldiers under the city wall.

　　 Some soldiers were in pain from being burned by the fire. They slammed the flames on their bodies, but tar was so easy to put out. On the contrary, the fire grew stronger, burning their shirts from their trouser legs, and engulfing people's faces.

　　 Those lucky ones who weren't burned by the fire were scared when they saw the tragedy of their companions. Even the bravest man dare not fight the enemy in the fire. They took off their clothes, threw down their weapons, and their companions at the head of the city, and fled towards their camp.

At this time, the Russian soldiers who were still fighting at the top of the city also had no fighting spirit. Some of them wanted to escape along the ladder, but they turned around and were buried in the sea of ​​fire; some dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but were angrily hired. The soldiers cut to pieces.

　　 The scenes at the head of the city were all seen by the Tsarist Russian army under the city. Prince Alexei rode on a high-headed horse from Central Asia, and he saw it more clearly.

　　 "Prince. When the fire is extinguished, I will take someone to rush up."

　　 Boye Cavalry Captain Andre couldn't help but said to Prince Alexei.

　　 "Let the serf soldiers put out the fire, and then you take the Boyer cavalry to attack the city."

　　 In the distance, in the trenches of Smolensk, a wall of fire formed by the fire lay between the two armies. I don't know how long it will be raging. And to put out such a big fire under the artillery fire, I don't know how many people will die. But Alexei didn't care a lot in order to take Smolensk faster than Baohong and the others.

　　 Suddenly, a cloud of smoke hit the left side of the army formation, passed through the whole group of soldiers lined up, and came to the Prince's army.

　　 "His Royal Highness, it seems that your fight is not going well too!" The leading rider said to Prince Alexei.

　　 "Oh, it's General Yakov. You don't direct the battle in the east, what are you doing here with me?"

　　The visitor was General Yakov Cherkaski, the commander-in-chief of the Lezhev Fortress in Tsarist Russia and the commander of the Russian army to the west.

　　 "I'm done over there." Yakov said concisely.

　　 "It's over? Have you taken Smolensk?"

　　 "No." General Yakov spread his hands.

　　 "Then you are finished?" Prince Alexei wanted to give him a whip, but after all, Yakov Cherkaski was a general and not his own subordinate, he did not have this power yet.

"There is also such a wall of fire in front of me. It seems that the same person is commanding and defending the city." Yakov gesticulated, "I don't think it will happen in a short while to capture such a huge city, so let the army Go back and rest, the artillery continues to bombard. I will see the results of the Prince's battle for myself."

After listening to Yakov's words, Prince Alexei pulled a horse's bite and said to Andrei, the captain of the Boyer cavalry: "Go, you send people to the west and south to see how their siege is going. Especially. It’s Seomyeon, you know?"

　　 Andre took the order and beat his horse to leave. After a while, the two groups of light cavalry ran in two directions, one east and one west.

　　 "Why? Are you worried that the hillbillies of Zaporozhye are faster than us?" Yakov asked the prince with a squint and asked strangely.

　　Like ordinary Russian nobles, Yakov looked down on Cossacks very much.

　　 "Don't underestimate them. When it comes to the experience of fighting the Poles, they are six or seven years longer than us."

　　 "No matter how long it is, the hillbilly is still a hillbilly." Yakov said.

　　 At this meeting, Yakov was boring. Prince Alexei didn't answer him, but just sat and looked at Smolensk behind the wall of fire.

　　 The big fire keeps burning like this.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and the cavalry sent out came back.

　　 "His Royal Highness, Cossack retreated. The corpses of the city to the west are all over the field."

　　 "General Semyon Rahmanning did not occupy the city wall either."

　　 After hearing the news brought back by the cavalry, the prince told the messenger:

　　 "Call the evacuated soldiers to rest. All the Boyer cavalry dismount and wait for my order."

After 　　 finished speaking, he added another command "The artillery continues to bombard."

　　 "Hey, Pedro. Go and see your nephew."

　　 in the city of Smolensk. Ruth climbed up to the tower and said to Piedro. The latter is watching the retreat of the Tsarist Russian army.

　　 "What's wrong with my nephew? What's wrong with Cheerchen?" Pidro, who was still observing the retreat of the Russian army, turned around and asked anxiously after hearing Ruth's words. He arranged for Ruth and Chechen to be together, just to let Ruth take care of him.

　　 "It's nothing serious, it's just vomiting a lot," Ruth said flatly.

　　 "It's inevitable that this kid will be on the battlefield for the first time. Just take it easy," Piedro said.

　　 He didn't plan to go, but in the end he couldn't worry about it. After an explanation to the others in the tower, he followed Ruth downstairs.

　　 While under the city wall, Cheerchen supported the city wall with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He tried his best to resist the urge to vomit, but when he thought of the unrecognizable corpses that had been chopped off and burned, the young man who was on the battlefield for the first time couldn't help it. His mouth quickly filled. I lost the vomit, and then wowed, all vomiting under the corner. On the ground, there was already a mess.

　　 At this time, a big hand patted his back lightly.

　　 "It's okay, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Tetsuchen."

　　 is the voice of Uncle Pidro.

　　 "I'm okay, uncle." Cheor Chen said aggressively.

"It's fine," Piedro didn't pierce through. He glanced at the vomit on the ground and said with a laugh: "You are much better than me. Uncle, I went to battle for the first time, but I vomited all the bile. NS."

　　 "Uncle Pidro, you too?" Hearing what Pidro said, Cheerchen didn't expect that his uncle would have lived like himself.

"Of course, the first time I went on the battlefield, I didn’t vomit. I can see it a lot and I’m used to it. You’re not bad. Uncle has seen a guy peeing his pants before. What’s that guy’s name Peide? Two A giant that is tall, but courageous but terribly small."

　　 "Thank you, uncle. I'm much better." Cheer Chen knew that his uncle was encouraging himself, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

　　 "It's fine. Go drink some water and rinse your mouth."

　　 Seeing Tetsuchen straightened up, Pidro finally felt relieved.

　　 "You killed a few enemies today." Piedro asked about Cheerchen's battle results again.

　　 "I killed three with a musket, and I killed another with my companions," Cheechchen said. He remembered the results of these battles.

　　 "Very good, very good. It is indeed a child of the Alvar family." Pidro was overjoyed to hear that his nephew had achieved so many results in the first fight. He was going to use his power to reward Cheorchen.

　　 Just as Pidro was trying to reward his nephew, a soldier ran down the corridor and shouted as he ran: "Lieutenant, Lieutenant Pidro. Captain Franco is looking for you to go to the castle for a meeting."

　　 So in a hurry, Pidro gave a new confession.

　　 "Then I decide, from now on, you will be Ruth's deputy. Congratulations, Vice Captain Cheorchen."