Victory!

I fucking won!

This is not a virtual victory where you just click the mouse on the computer and beat the CPU out of control, but a real victory after the collision of iron and blood. This is my first victory, and it is also my maiden victory!

Look at the blood flowing all over the floor. Sure enough, the first time was very painful. I think the surviving Poles will remember this day vividly until they die!

It's just that this victory is really not worth mentioning.

It is true that the Poles have more people than I do, but my soldiers are more elite than the Poles, their quality is more than one level better, and their weapons and equipment are better than theirs. Two volleys of gun fire made them stunned. They don't even have cavalry. I

Not only that, but they also have what can be considered the best cavalry in the world today. With a lineup like mine, it’s a bit difficult to lose. Even if I randomly set up a medieval camp, I can kill those Polish guys at will.

However, a win is a win, and the reckless Poles paid the price for their arrogance.

People running away are all over the mountains and plains, but they want to run across the horse with two legs, even if Liu Xiang outruns Xiang Xiang, he can't do it. Then they are captured. I don't expect these people to pay the ransom, but they have something more powerful than paying the ransom.

Good value.

Taking the prisoners gathered from the battlefield and driving them to Zhytomir, I gave Zhitomir two options.

First, surrender and give up the city. I will let them move what they can and keep their own property. Second, continue to resist. If that happens, I will kill all the prisoners and then enter the city.

, and then the chickens and dogs will not be left behind.

Most of the men in the city are here, and the rest are old, weak, women and children. If they kill all the prisoners and then enter the city, they can't climb the three or four-meter-high city wall and deal with a group of old, weak, women and children. It doesn't count at all.

What trouble? So, I gave Zhitomir a chance to live in disguise.

The people of Zhitomir were only forced to overreact by the group of Polish landowners in the south and rebelled. They were not stupid. After their relatives were threatened and we put a steel knife on their necks, Zhitomir quickly chose

Compromise, which relieved me.

The residents of the city were given only half a day to take away everything they could, and a battalion of infantry and chasseurs were sent to guard the prisoners and their families. We entered the city and set fire to the city, which was relatively safe in the north.

A little famous city.

The moment the fire was lit, mourning flooded the land.

Across the fire, I camped by the river near the city, and one of the few huts there became my room.

My whole body now smells of blood and sweat. It would be the best thing to clean it up, but the tight time makes me hastily wet a handkerchief with cold water and wipe it on my face haphazardly.

In the small wooden house with a leaky roof, I gave orders to the front-line officers at the battalion level to place prisoners and wounded, make fires to cook, and get hot water. Then the guards came in and followed me to tidy up the small wooden house of unknown use.

Assassin disappeared without a trace for most of the day. When he appeared, he was followed by a huge wooden basin and placed it in the cabin.

"Where did you just go?" I asked subconsciously.

Assassin was very resentful: "It's not you. You have a house in the city that you can't live in, but you have to burn it down. I had no choice but to go in and rescue this big wooden barrel."

“….”

In the evening, after the army set up camp, they immediately boiled hot water and brought out large buckets of geothermal water. The soldiers who took shifts walked into a curtain to clean themselves. After a battle, the filth all over their bodies was cleaned. This was the last step.

Nothing beats the enjoyment.

On one side of the camp, we set up a big pot and cooked dinner.

Seeing the group of prisoners and their families crying softly in the cold wind, I asked the soldiers to bring out enough food for those people. Anyway, these things all belong to the Poles. I will just rob Poland if I don't have any more.

Right now, there is a problem before me.

Just then, Philetria arrived, and I asked the guards to let her in.

"You won." Feletelia raised her head, took off her hat, her eyes were a little red and swollen,

I nodded, and she added, "Congratulations, the whole military camp is talking about your heroic appearance."

"Thank you for your compliment."

"Then what should you do with those prisoners?" The German female literary youth tightened her hands, "Are you going to kill them?"

It is more difficult to deal with Zhitomir, the prisoners and their families. I don't have the extra manpower to escort them south, and letting them go south by themselves is tantamount to whimsical.

But as soon as Philetlia said it, it seemed that all the problems were solved. It was indeed Frederick the Great who would fight alone in the future. Even though this idea was a little poisonous, I still praised it: "It's a very good suggestion."

"Don't do this, okay! There are many old people and children there, how can you be so cruel!" Feletelia shouted.

Please, it seems like you are the good guy and I am the bad guy?

I calmed down and thought about it carefully. Keeping these people will always be an uneasy factor. If we take them with us, our marching speed will be slowed down. Without them, who knows what these people will do. The safest way is also

The quickest and most convenient way, just like Feletelia said, is to kill with one sword and end everything in one fell swoop.

However, these are thousands of people. If they were all men, if they were the Poles this morning, I would draw my knife and go up to them without hesitation. But it is true that as Filetlia said, there are many old people and children,

Women, when I persuaded them to surrender at noon today, I didn’t do it because I didn’t want to hurt them.

"I really can't do it." Killing thousands of people at once is something only a tycoon like Stalin with a big beard and a mustache can do. It was my first time on the battlefield to torture a garbage soldier.

The newbies who are flying are not crazy enough yet.

"Really?" Feletelia was a little unbelievable and said in surprise.

Anyway, I can't massacre the entire city at once, that would be too cruel: "Really, they have done what I said, and I have no reason to kill them, but I can't take them with me either.

Let them be an obstacle to us."

A problem wouldn't be a problem if it was easy to solve. Anyway, Frederick the Great happened to be here, so I caught her and came over to do cool work. But it turns out that Frederick the Great, who got the Literary Youth debuff, was just a copycat of battle examples from a book.

Guy.

"Cut off the fingers of their thumbs. Just like Caesar did."

When Philetelia mentioned Caesar, I first thought of the cheap daddy, and then the real Caesar who beat countless Gauls to death in Gaul. Cutting off the thumbs destroyed the men's ability to resist.

But we still have tens of thousands of prisoners with us.

After thinking hard for most of the night, I decided to cut off all the thumbs of the men's right hands, then take these people on the road, pass by the obedient and cooperative villages, reward some of the captives as rewards, and then let their families follow the captives.

What happened is none of my business. Although I have seen the birth of countless evil things and bloody things in the world, as a winner, my punishment for Zhytomir is very light, but it is even lighter than this.

are our casualties.

After Philetlia left, after dinner, the result of this battle came out.

Two thousand three hundred men fought against nearly 4,500 enemy troops, killing over a thousand and capturing nearly three thousand. In the end, I wounded forty-three soldiers and killed eleven. I was very satisfied with the victory.

It’s similar to the effect of crushing junk rebels with absolute superiority in computer games. But sometimes I can’t help but think, if I start with cuirassiers, followed by chasseurs to expand the tear, and then the infantry follows up to expand the results.

, will the same result be achieved?

It seems that no matter how you think about it, the cavalry casualties may be a bit high, and the two volley strikes have fully utilized our long-range advantage. If we just use cavalry to attack, it is not cost-effective no matter how we think about it. When it comes to long-range strikes, I kind of want to recreate two volleys at a time.

In the scene after the first salvo, what would happen if I choose to reload the ammunition and fire again?

Either the Poles will scare themselves away, or they will react in panic, cross twenty meters, and give us a wake-up call while we are loading ammunition. It should be very painful, and even the cavalry can only be used to save the situation later.

The last phenomenon may be that while we were reloading ammunition, the Poles were waiting like a gun for us to fire another salvo. If so, without the cavalry charging, they would have run away first, and we would have easily won a big victory.

win.

"Although it is a bad thing to disturb your thinking, I have to take the liberty to ask, where do you want to sit all night?" Assassin's faint voice sounded from behind, "If you want to sit there all night,

I don’t mind at night, but don’t you think it would be better to take a nice hot bath?”

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Is it too late to tell now?"

After a while, the guards from outside came in with hot water, filled the big wooden bucket with water, and hung a large blanket on the wall through a rope to serve as a screen.

In this small space that can only accommodate a large wooden barrel, I put on my boots, foot wraps to protect the warmth of my steps, socks, and washed my feet first.

I took off my red outer robe, outer shirt, and white woolen lining shirt. My upper body was empty. Assassin took the clothes, hung them on the wall, and went out to get a change of clothes.

When it was my turn to unbutton my pants, I noticed a question: "Why are you still here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Assassin asked.

"I'm taking a shower." I said subconsciously. I might not be used to being naked in front of others.

"I've even touched your body. It's not like I haven't seen it before. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Assassin disagreed.

"You were naked at that time too." I naturally thought of the bathroom in Odessa.

"You mean, if I take off all my clothes, you'll have no problem? But, you have to know, it's very cold outside, and I don't want to stand around naked and get cold. You won't do that to me!"

Assassin's voice was very ambiguous.

"Then, can I invite you to take a bath with me?"

"Can I say no?"

"What do you think?"
Chapter completed!