After the Chasseurs were killed, our lovely Polish Hussars friends came again.

"shooting!"

The men crossing the river raised their guns in unison.

I smiled helplessly, as if the Russians were very interested in shooting the Poles. No, as soon as the Chasseurs passed by, they raised their guns to shoot the Poles. There was a loud sound of gunfire, and a dozen Poles fell from their horses. Then our Poles

The party leading the way no longer stayed and left the ferry with the Chasseurs.

At this moment, the imperial infantry column burst into cheers. Looking around, it turned out that we had captured the Russian flag.

After being cleared by the cavalry, the Russians were unable to follow up, and the defense line was suddenly opened. They successfully captured a military flag. The infantrymen became completely excited! They roared like this, jumped on them at a gallop, and accelerated their advance with bayonets drawn.

The Russians retreated step by step.

The morale of the Poles collapsed in an instant. No matter whether Officer Maozi punched or kicked them, they just wouldn't go up.

"We can't beat them!"

"We lost!"

"Don't let us die."

The Poles, who had already lost two to three hundred men, were very demoralized. After two unsuccessful charges, they saw the trampled and twisted corpses of their own family members lying on the ground, and seeing our pressing momentum,

No one can attack anymore, because if you go out like this, you must die.

"Whoever dares to escape will die!"

Maozi did what he said, and shot a Pole who didn't like it with one shot. Maozi, the Pole, led the party to the battle line cautiously. The Russians would not dare to charge rashly now, because of the breastplate

The cavalry turned their horses around. They hid behind the Poles and chose to shoot at us.

I silently remembered this strategy for dealing with the Poles and took back the telescope: "Tell the Poles to run far away, then go around to the other side of the river and wait for an opportunity to attack the Russians."

Fighting a war is like playing a high-latency online game. You have clearly given an order, but the character under control is still half a beat too slow to react before acting in the desired way. The larger the scale of the war, the higher the latency.

I think our conflict with a scale of 1,000 people would be delayed by at least 5,000 people. If it were a war with 30,000 people, it would have to be delayed by more than 50,000 people.

However, no matter how high the delay is, the tragedy for the Poles sandwiched between the Russians and the infantry column will still be tragic, because they cannot advance or retreat. Going forward, the Russian assaults cannot defeat us, let alone them. Going forward, there will be a steady stream of attacks.

The Russians are slowly crossing the ice. It seems like they are dying on both sides!

"Poles!!! Come on!!!" A Polish leader raised his arms with a desperate voice, and dozens of Poles followed him to launch a painless attack, without even a wave of water turning up.

"Are Russians so scared that they would rather die?" This is not a good phenomenon, but fortunately there are not many such fools. After all, it is human nature to be afraid of death.

"Look! They are outflanking us! They are trying to kill us all!!!"

"Escape, Poles!"

Breathing a sigh of relief, the Polish people collapsed. They were no longer afraid of the Russian blades, but turned around and rushed to the river, crawling on their hands and feet from the slippery ice to the other side.

I stared at this scene dumbfounded. It was too strange to use the hands and feet of a turtle like this, but it was undeniable that it was very useful. In just a few minutes, hundreds of Poles who rushed out first climbed out.

rice, leaving a group of idiots staring at the edge. You know, it has been twenty minutes since the battle started, and only half of the Russians have crossed the river. The rest are still stepping on the ice carefully for fear of slipping. The Poles are only a few

We climbed half the distance in just a few minutes. This was really fast. If they had used this trick from the beginning, I would have had a headache.

But fortunately they didn't. The Poles collapsed, and the Russians seemed to be unable to withstand it anymore. They also retreated. What else could they do if they retreated to the middle of the river?

What was shocking was that Maozi actually stood in the middle of the river and shot at us.

When they reached the ice on the river, it was difficult for Maozi to launch another charge. The slippery ice would cause them to fall onto their backs before they even touched us. Maozi's commander shot at us twice before he woke up. They tried to recapture

Control rights along the ferry.

It can be said that Maozi's commander made mistakes again and again.

Without the charge, Mao Zi is just a tiger without teeth. But when they shoot against us, with their inferior flintlock muskets, their 300-man volley may not be able to kill ten people at a distance of 100 meters, but our volley

A single shot can kill no less than five or sixty of them. What's more important is that the time they need to reload their bullets is enough for us to shoot twice.

We couldn't compare with the speed, and even less with the power of the volleys. After we fired four volleys, Mao Zi's remaining morale was exhausted.

In the 18th century, I didn’t even know where Ma Dabeard and En Dabeard were. Without the magical body protection of the two masters, the morale of Maozi in the 18th century was not so strong that even the German tanks with Mustache in the 20th century could not bear it.

So, they started to run away.

Our Polish leading party was able to cross the river mouth at this time, and what happened next was that the cavalry slaughtered the infantry on the bridge, and the army was defeated like a mountain. The Russians who lost their armor could even defeat the Poles who were better than the five scum.

They were easily killed, but some of the ones on horseback still managed to escape.

After counting the casualties, the number of infantry losses was a bit high. 137 people were killed, 27 were injured and lost combat effectiveness, and 239 were slightly injured. This is nearly one-third of the total number of infantrymen. It was really exaggerated. When the corpses were collected for cremation, I

I saw that many of the dead came from the front where Maozi charged in the first wave.

With an ambush being fought like this, it's really hard to imagine what would happen if the two armies faced each other head-on.

With the wounded, we are about to move. Because some Maozi have broken out, it is not difficult to imagine how many Maozi cavalry will come to encircle us in a while. Therefore, although we have just won a battle, and the one we defeated was the Russian regular army,

But while the Russians were running away, we were also running away.

We loaded the wounded into the storage carriage hidden in Zhitomir, burned some supplies that did not need to be taken away, and left Zhitomir immediately.

It took almost a month to eat up the Russian food requisition team. Now February is approaching. According to the normal marching speed of the army, Russia should chase Uncle Tsimiszia's main force around Tarasha.

Considering that the operation mode of the grain collection team is generally that every time the army arrives at a location, it will detach a part of the cavalry from the army as the vanguard to survey the surrounding situation, and then the infantry walking behind will collect it and escort it back to the barracks. The Russians do not move in an area.

There may be only such a food collection team, and combined with the fact that the food collection teams near Kiev have all come to this place not far from Zhitomir, if we immediately go south or go directly to join the main force of Uncle Tzimiszia, every day

If he didn't encounter the Russians' cavalry from the grain collection team, it was probably their grain-carrying infantry team.

The Russian grain requisitioning infantry is nothing, anyway, they can only serve as miscellaneous soldiers escorting grain. The Russian grain requisitioning cavalry is more troublesome. The combat effectiveness of these grain requisitioning cavalry may be average, but those who specialize in this business are more sensitive to marching traces.

If anyone discovers us, we will be unable to survive, and the Russian army that comes one after another will wipe us out until not even a dregs of us are left.

According to the marching speed of the Russian grain-collecting cavalry, for the sake of safety, we moved not to the south, but to the southeast, deliberately staggering the grain-collecting cavalry, and changing the march time, hiding day and night. In this way, the chance of encountering the Russians was reduced to

At the very least, even if the infantry discovers a large number of marching traces, will those bastard soldiers who protect food take care of these things? For them, I think women and food are enough.

But in this way, the soldiers suffered a lot more crimes.

It was impossible to light a fire when marching at night, otherwise it would expose the traces, and there was no government in Poland responsible for repairing the roads, making the roads not easy to walk. In addition, it was much colder at night than during the day, so it was impossible to light fires and eat cooked food, and many people fell ill.

In the early morning of the ninth day, we walked into the mountain forest far away from the road. After a while, officers from all battalions came to my resting place while the soldiers were eating and reported the losses to me.

The condition of the cavalry is not bad, but the condition of the infantry is worrying.

"Five men are missing from my battalion."

"Eight men are missing from my battalion."

"Only two people from my battalion are missing, but some of the wounded are dying."

More than a dozen people were missing. Starting from the night of the seventh day, soldiers continued to fall behind. I have been watching around the team for several days, and when I went to help up those fallen soldiers, I felt deeply. If

When marching during the day, fellow soldiers may pick up fallen soldiers. However, when marching in the dark, the visibility is very low. It is basically difficult to find someone who is lost or if something has fallen on the ground. And it is colder at night. Once they fall,

, that means never waking up again.

However, in the final analysis, I was the one who harmed those soldiers.

The scene of them shouting "Long Live Rome" in several battles flashed through his mind, and his conscience caused a feeling of shame to well up in his heart.

I can't help but feel that the decision to stay in Zhitomyr to exterminate the local grain collection team some time ago is not that valuable. Attacking the Russian grain collection team and reducing their supplies, well, that is a reason, but it is more

It was my competitiveness and desire to win that forced me to stay.

But now, it is my competitiveness that makes more than two thousand people brave the wind, snow and cold to march at night and suffer. It is also my competitiveness that makes them have to eat hard dried meat and snow during the day.

Eat together to regain their strength. If I had gone south as soon as possible, they would not have to suffer like this. If I had not taken advantage of the Russians, there would have been no injured soldiers at all.

"I'm going to see the wounded."

There were a total of 27 soldiers who were injured and unable to move, but due to lack of nutrition and good medical care environment, I think very few of those 27 people could survive.

When I came to the parking area of ​​the wounded soldiers' carriage, there were soldiers feeding the wounded soldiers inside. I asked the soldiers on guard to be silent and walked in. I visited the wounded soldiers and visited them. It was different from what I imagined.

The wounded were all calm, as if their injuries and deaths were natural. The more they behaved like this, the more uneasy they made me feel, because if it hadn't been for me, they wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

At this time, a seriously injured soldier vomited heavily while being fed. The soldier taking care of him hurriedly called the military doctor.

The military doctor treated the injured soldier calmly, and after a while he got off the hospital cart where the wounded soldier was lying. I went up and asked the military doctor about the soldier's condition.

His abdomen was scratched, and his intestines could even flow out of the gash. He was shot again in his shoulder. After digging out the bullet, he didn't know what went wrong. Even with alcohol and clean bandages, the soldier was still infected. Not only

Even though I had to swallow hard, I still vomited it out despite losing my appetite.

I sent the military doctor away, walked to the soldier, and looked at his uniform. He was actually a company sergeant.

The soldier with confused eyes was in a daze for several seconds before being reminded by his companion and exclaimed: "Your Highness! Commander!"

"Your Highness, this is a serious illness area. It seems inconvenient for you to come here." Leon said.

"Isn't it inconvenient? I've even been to battlefields with enemy guns and artillery. Why can't I come to a carriage with only my soldiers?" I spoke in a heavier tone unconsciously at this time and looked around.

The wounded and the soldiers who took care of them. The exhaustion and shame on their faces made me unable to lift my head from the faces of the people who came around me.

"terribly sorry."

My apology surprised the sergeant.

"Why are you apologizing?"
To be continued...