While Cherchen and Colonel Jerzy haretsky were fighting in the swamp, fedot and others were also fighting with the Colonel''s infantry in the forest of Bonneville.


    Due to the high mountains and dense forests, the use of long handled weapons in the woods has been greatly limited. In such an environment, the opposing sides often enter hand to hand combat after firing a fire with a musket. The soldiers on both sides kept fighting with short broadswords and stabbing swords. No, some unfortunate guy was cut down or pierced.


    The mercenary regiment is small in number, but it has the advantage of ambushing in advance and has rich combat experience; Although the number of people of Jeri haretsky is more than that of the mercenary regiment, except for officers, most of them are newly recruited militias. Both sides have their own advantages, and the war situation is like a stalemate on the other side of the swamp.


    As the captain of the Musketeers, close combat is not fedot''s specialty. Moreover, if he was allowed to engage the enemy in close combat with weapons, his performance might not be better than that of an ordinary militia. So fedot knew that he didn''t take part in the hand to hand combat, but hid behind the front and attacked the enemy with his Turkish musket with unparalleled accuracy and range.


    At present, fedot''s target is a man who looks like an officer in a Germanic Spearman uniform and a flying saucer helmet. The well-equipped enemy officer waved his broadsword and fought with the infantry of two mercenary regiments. Instead of losing the battle, he forced the two men to retreat step by step.


    "Closer, closer," fedotte said in his heart.


    At this time, fedot squatted behind a half man high rock, which has been covered with moss for millions of years. Waving his broadsword, the officer became braver and braver, unaware that he was getting closer and closer to death.


    Soon, fedot put the officer''s chest into his heart, and his goal was the other party''s left chest.


    The officer opened the weapon of one of his opponents and kicked him. Then he took advantage of a flaw in the other opponent to prepare a sword to kill him, but as soon as his hand took back the sword and was ready to stab him out, fedot''s gun rang.


    The bullet accurately hit the officer''s chest and punched a hole the size of a thumb in his breastplate. After entering the body, the bullet pierced a rib, and blood, skin and bone fragments sprayed out of the wound and splashed on the mercenary''s face in front of him like a column of water.


    The officer looked down at the blood hole in his chest, then raised his head and looked in the direction where the bullet might come. I don''t know if he saw the sharpshooter who shot himself at the last moment of his life. After watching the meeting, the officer suddenly raised his head. Maybe he wanted to shout, but the action of raising his head exhausted his last vitality. The officer fell to the ground and loosened his hand holding the broadsword.


    The mercenary with blood on his face stood there. Although it was not his first time on the battlefield, he had never been sprayed with flesh and blood.


    Fedot stood up from behind the rock. He wanted to wake up the numb mercenary and remind him to wake up and look at his companion who couldn''t stand up. At this time, a tall man in Kaftan uniform and simple Chain Armor jumped out from fedot''s left and threw fedot to the ground.


    It was safer for fedot to hide behind the rock. But when he got up, he exposed his position. Although the two sides are close to each other and maintain a relatively stable front, this front composed of people is not fixed. After knocking down a mercenary, the tall man rushed across the line and jumped at fedot.


    The tall man and fedot fell to the ground at the same time. Fedot''s Turkish musket fell to one side when he fell to the ground. He had to fight the enemy with his bare hands.


    The two were pulling on the wet ground. The tall man, after all, was tall and big. He soon got the upper hand. Fedot was crushed to the ground and his throat was pinched by the other party.


    As the hand gripping fedot''s throat became harder and harder, fedot began to lose his breath. He turned his head to one side and wanted to ask the mercenary who was still standing for help, but fedot couldn''t say anything except "Er Er".


    The tall man''s powerful fingers gradually fell into fedot''s neck. He watched fedot''s face turn from red to purple, and his eyes protrude from his eyes.


    Just as he was about to kill fedot, a sound of hoofs came, and it was getting closer and closer. The tall man looked up in surprise because he knew that the colonel had not sent cavalry into the forest.


    At the moment he looked up, a huge dark shadow enveloped him. Then something hard, like an iron bar, hit him hard on the jaw.


    The tall man was forcibly beaten out, and his jaw was completely broken. One can imagine how powerful this blow was.


    "Fedot, are you okay?" the man on the horse heard it in front of fedot after hitting the tall man, asked with concern, and extended a hand to fedot.


    "Thank you, yelishei. What are you doing here?" fedot took yelishei''s rising hand in one hand and climbed up from the ground, covering his neck with the other. The neck was full of bright red finger prints, which hurt faintly.


    It was yelishei. After finishing the task of luring the enemy, he and Fatima circled back to the forest from the edge of the swamp. Although the situation on Chechen''s side was more critical, the restrictions on Colonel Jerzy haretsky''s cavalry and Fatima''s cavalry in the swamp were the same, and they could not return to the position of the mercenary regiment from both sides of the position. In order not to expose Cherchen''s layout, they can only stay away from there.


    "Don''t say it yet. We''d better destroy these enemies and then rush back to help the regiment fight them." yelishei didn''t care to tell fedot why. He said a word to fedot, and then jumped off his horse and killed him.


    With the addition of this new force, the morale of the mercenary regiment was greatly boosted, and the infantry under Colonel Jerzy haretsky began to waver. Most of their officers have long been able to persevere on the psychological advantage of their large number of people. Now, they don''t even have this advantage.


    Finally, after the last officer fell under Fatima''s knife, the remaining seven or eight infantry collapsed. They dropped their weapons and began to flee.


    The mercenaries gave full play to the spirit of chasing the poor invaders, and all these defeated soldiers were wiped out in the forest.


    In this war, thirteen mercenaries were killed and injured, while the infantry of yezh haretsky were completely destroyed.