After blowing up the heavy cannon, Chechen and Peter wanted to return the same way. But when he saw the shadow in front of him, Chechen stopped and grabbed Peter.
"Peter, we can''t go back to the monastery," Chechen said to Peter.
"Why? Don''t you see that the Swedes have started searching for us? It''s too late if you don''t go."
Chechen''s tug almost pulled Peter down. He finally stopped. Now he heard Chechen say he couldn''t return to the monastery. He was very anxious.
"It is precisely because they are searching for us that I can''t return to the monastery. The Swedes must have guessed that we will return to the monastery, which doesn''t need much intelligence. It must be their key defense place. Now we have passed, that is to throw ourselves into the net." Cherchen analyzed.
Peter calmed down, too. He felt that what Chechen said was true.
"Where are we going?" Peter asked.
"The Swedes would never have guessed that we were running in the opposite direction," Chechen said.
So they walked in the opposite direction to the flow of people. On the way, they also met vreshzovic and alvid Wittenberg, but they only focused on the direction of the monastery, and did not notice that two people went in the opposite direction.
In this way, Cherchen and Peter miraculously escaped from the Swedish barracks.
After escaping from the camp of the Swedish army, Cherchen and Peter parted hands in vadovace. Peter was originally a subordinate of Stefan charnietsky''s general army. Now the general army has raised the flag against the Swedes again. Peter decided to take refuge in him and continue to serve his country.
Cherchen decided to return to Lithuania. Yanush was defeated and forced to retreat to tikeqing''s castle. Uncle Pedro, whether they were trapped in the castle with yanush, or captured or killed in the war, did not make clear all this, Cherchen''s heart was always uneasy. Although he also remembered father sparsokukotsky and Natalie, he couldn''t wait to think that there were more than ten days before the Swedes withdrew from the siege.
Moreover, they said that they had destroyed the Swedes'' heavy cannons. Without this greatest threat, relying on Dean koldzki and Natalie, they could definitely keep it until the day when alvid wiedenberg withdrew. Cherchen was not worried about it.
After that, the two began their journey, one in the direction of Lvov and the other in the direction of Lithuania.
Cherchen walked alone for ten days. In these ten days, he passed countless villages that were burned to ashes. With the awakening of the Polish people''s sense of resistance, the Swedish army and its servants suppressed the insurgents more and more cruelly. They often hang the whole village and burn the empty village to ashes. Every well is filled with the bodies of the victims. Even in the cold winter, the smell of the bodies can be asked from afar.
Along the way, Chechen also met several teams of Swedish soldiers returning from "completing the task". They stopped Chechen and made an inventory. The pass given by Carl x to Cherchen helped a lot. As soon as Cherchen took out the pass, the Swedish soldiers respectfully let go. They regard Chechen as their own people, and they are their own people with status.
However, if you encounter the rebels, this move is not only difficult to use, but will bring disaster to Chechen. So in this case, Chechen usually pretends that he is a subordinate of a lord and is delivering a letter for his master. He wore the uniform of the Polish militia, but no one doubted him.
But once, this trick didn''t work. A group of Polish rebels said that Chechen took them to their camp, and let Chechen explain how important his task is and how urgent his time is.
After returning to the camp, the Polish rebel army threw Cherchen into a fence and left him alone. Chechen found that there were several people locked in the fence like himself. Look at their clothes. They are not only aristocrats, but also farmers and businessmen. Obviously, these insurgent soldiers have no clear goal to catch people.
Chechen looked carefully at the rebel camp again. The camp was built on a flat land surrounded by forests and swamps, and the terrain was stable. If it is spring or summer, this camp is absolutely difficult to break through, because no one can cross this dangerous moor. But it''s still a cold winter, and the swamp is frozen hard. The ground of the camp is covered with a thick layer of fir and pine branches, which can not only prevent slip, but also keep warm and dry.
There are more than ten temporary huts built with soil and rough logs in the camp. The roofs of these huts are covered with branches and thatch. There are also some small sheds, perhaps for stacking supplies and livestock.
Most of the soldiers squatted by the open-air campfire to keep warm. They wore sheepskin clothes and robes to avoid the cold. Some soldiers sat or lay beside the bright fire, adding pine branches; Others are stirring up ashes and residues, raising a pungent smell of roast meat. Between the bonfires, there are piles of weapons; These weapons are close at hand and can be immediately accessed by everyone when needed.
Che Chen was surprised to see these weapons. In addition to firearms, spears, hammers and short handled hand axes, there are also old antiques such as copper axes and bronze swords, which have long been in the collectors'' collection in other countries, but these people also use them as weapons.
Next to another fire, there were only a few horses, which were obviously the mounts of distinguished people in the rebel army. But these horses are as small as donkeys. Cherchen can''t imagine how they can fight against the tall horses of the Swedish cavalry in the battle.
After a while, a man like a commander came over. He said to everyone in the fence, "everyone, we are going to beat the Swedes today. I believe you are patriotic and hate the invaders."
The implication was that the commander wanted Cherchen to join his team voluntarily.
But when he said this, the people in the fence were silent.
Che Chen raised his head and looked at the commander of the rebel army. The commander is very young, about thirty years old. He has a vibrant face, wearing a long aristocratic dress, but no armor. A saber was pinned to the commander''s waist. The brass plated on the handle had fallen off completely, and the exposed part was full of rust marks.
When Chechen looked at the commander, the commander just turned his eyes and saw Chechen. He was curious when he saw that Chechen was wearing the uniform of the Polish army and looking at himself. So he ordered someone to bring Chechen out.
"Are you a soldier?" asked the commander.
"Yes, I''m a soldier of Colonel mihau vorodyafzki," Chechen lied.
"Colonel mihau? Isn''t he in Lithuania? How did you come here?" the young commander was suspicious.
"Well, I''m sending a letter for the colonel to general Stefan charnietsky." Cherchen continued to lie.
"What about your horse? My messenger, don''t tell me you walked here and back from Lithuania," sneered the young commander. He felt that Cherchen''s lie was no better.
"I used to ride a horse, but on the way, my horse was robbed by the Swedes. They gave me a worthless white note," Chechen explained.
The young commander nodded, which was indeed the usual trick of the Swedes. He seemed to believe Chechen''s words. Just when Chechen put down his heart, the commander said to him, "since you are a soldier, you can also participate in the action later. Our hands are very tight. More people are more strength."
Then he asked someone to take Chechen out and gave him a short spear.
In this way, Che Chen became a soldier of the rebel army. The others had the same fate. Whether they wanted it or not, they received a short spear.
After lunch, the rebel army left more than a dozen people to guard the camp, and the other 300 people set out under the leadership of the young commander.
Their goal is a road from balnovic to Brest. Strictly speaking, this is not a real road, but a channel in the countryside. It should have been opened up from the woods in recent years. The road is high and low and difficult to pass, but soldiers and carriages can pass through after all. There are tall trees on both sides of the road. In order to relax the road, the old pine trees were cut off. Hazelnut bushes grow very dense, and in some places the whole forest has become their world.
The young commander (from one nearby, Chechen learned that the commander was also called Stefan, a rich noble manor owner) chose a turning place, and the ambush position was excellent. Here, the terrain makes the advancing opponent neither see far, nor retreat, nor have time to put in an array. There he occupied both sides of the path and ordered to wait for the enemy.
More than three hours later, the enemy waiting for the rebels did not appear, and many people were getting more and more bored. They scratched their ears and felt the noise of the wind blowing through the trees annoying.
A veteran around Chechen took a bag of hookah from his pocket and was ready to smoke. This action startled Che Chen. He quickly grabbed the veteran''s cigarette pipe in his hand.
The veteran just wanted to come up and rob, a guy like a small captain suddenly covered the veteran''s mouth with his hand, because there was the crow''s cry on the road.
"Shh!" he said. "That''s a signal."
About a quarter of an hour later, a horse appeared on the road. Did the horse make a sound when walking on the road? It was obvious that the horse''s hooves were wrapped in something. The rider straightened up at the corner. He looked left and right. Suddenly, he heard an answer to the crow sound in the jungle. He immediately dived into the forest, where Stefan hid.
Two quarters of an hour later, a convoy appeared. A total of thirty soldiers, including five cavalry, led their commander on high horses. They marched in line. Behind him were thirty carriages, on which mobu was high and obviously full of things; In the middle of this unit is a team of 18 Musketeers, who can support infantry and cavalry in front and back; At the end of the line were seven long gunmen.
Che Chen was worried when he saw that they were advancing with a strict lineup. Experience told him that it was not easy to break through the orderly Swedish army. Such a group of people, whether retreating or fighting, would defend themselves like a wild boar chased by hounds. On the other hand, although the number of insurgents is large, the quality is very poor. In many cases, quantity cannot make up for quality.
He wanted to advise Stefan to give up the action, but Stefan was opposite and Cherchen couldn''t contact him. And why would Stefan listen to his own words?
Soon the motorcade reached the corner. They stopped at the corner to discuss. Che Chen saw clearly that the leading knight was a strong man with a red beard. He made a gesture to them and asked everyone to keep quiet. Obviously, he hesitated for a moment and didn''t know whether there would be an ambush here.
Finally, because everything in the forest was quiet, he obviously thought that if someone hid in the forest, it would not be so quiet. So he waved the team forward.
Stefan waited until the convoy was halfway around the corner and fired. He led the men and horses on his side. The sound of guns rang out continuously, but Cherchen didn''t see a Swedish soldier fall.
The long gunmen in the back of the motorcade raised their long guns to meet the attack, and the back of the Swedish Musketeers suddenly exposed to the ambush on Chechen''s side.
The commander on Chechen''s side seized the opportunity. He rushed to the front and formed a wedge-shaped tip, directly into the center of the Swedish team.
All the people shouted, "rush!" as if this could increase their courage.
Chechen didn''t move. With his sixth sense of training on the battlefield, Chechen felt that the grain transportation team was different. Chechen couldn''t tell what was different.
But others don''t think so. The rest of the people sprinted as fast as they could, seeing that they were only thirty steps away from the team.
The Swedish Musketeers had only one shot in time. Right away, their muskets will become fire sticks.
At this time, a sudden change occurred. The tent of the carriage was lifted from the inside. Four Swedish soldiers were hidden in the carriage - two of them were Musketeers and two were long Gunners with short and broad swords.
There are four people in a carriage, and thirty is a hundred and twenty people.
This is a trap. Sixty muskets swept through the nearby rebel army, and more than 30 people were knocked down. Then the Lancers jumped out of the carriage and fought with the beaten rebels.
At the front of the carriage, Stefan took more than a dozen soldiers to tie the ends of their spears and axes into the soil and hold them firmly, so that the Swedes'' horses could not break through the wall. An insurgent soldier with a hatchet faced the red bearded Swedish Knight''s horse, which was a battle axe on the shin. The war horse was in pain. He raised his front hoof, stood up with his back foot, and then fell to his face. But the red bearded knight was experienced and adaptable. So he quickly slipped his foot out of the stirrup and grabbed the tip of the short gun stabbing him with a powerful hand. Instead of letting it stab into his chest, he let him borrow strength. So he jumped among the horses, pulled out his sword, pounced like an eagle on a group of long billed cranes, and angrily cleaved at the spear and axe.
Chechen finally figured it out. The difference of Thaksin''s investment comes from the Swedish pistol cavalry. For an ordinary grain transportation team, it is overqualified to be equipped with Swedish pistol cavalry.
Four other Swedish pistol cavalry dismounted. With sophisticated armor and sharp weapons, they followed red beard and killed Stefan and others. The spear forest composed of spear and Tomahawk was cut down. Young Stefan took a sword in his chest. He was robbed by two men, and the others died miserably under red beard''s sword.
In other battlefields, the battle turned into slaughter. Although the number of insurgents was still twice that of Swedes, the bravest were killed in the first shot. The short and wide swords of the Swedish long spearmen played the most effective in close combat. On the contrary, the inferior weapons of the rebel soldiers are difficult to cause real damage to them - the short axe is too short, the long gun is too long, and the short spear is not strong enough.
Stefan''s red beard and his knights mounted their horses again and rushed straight into the crowd, trampling the unlucky rebel soldiers into a rout. It''s easy for cavalry to go down on a horse. They all take advantage of this opportunity to kill the enemy constantly. The rebels collapsed. They dropped their weapons. Some tried to escape into the forest, some pretended to be dead and lay on the ground, some stood straight there, with white faces and bloodshot eyes, and some prayed. One of them, an elderly man, was obviously crazy. He stood there as if there were no one else, turning around and laughing. Later, he was split in the head by a Swedish Lancer who rushed forward.
The forest no longer whispered, and death shrouded the earth.
Che Chen clenched the short spear and ran away. He finally had a more real understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Polish rebel army. Although the Swedes have been prepared, the incomparable casualty ratio still reveals the unequal strength gap between the two sides. In the one-on-one situation in the field, the lack of training poles have no hope of winning.
Bullets flew past Cherchen''s ears from time to time. Fortunately, he was not hurt. But a Swedish soldier has been chasing Chechen. Obviously, because of Chechen''s uniform, the Swedish soldier mistook Chechen for a senior official.
Cherchen looked back from time to time. Seeing that the distance between them was getting closer and closer, and there were no others around him, Chechen stopped. He tilted his short spear and posed for battle.
The Swedish soldier also stopped. They are four or five steps away from each other, looking for each other''s flaws.
Che Chen, who has experienced countless battles, is no longer Wu Xia Amun. Chechen''s short spear is two meters long. He holds the end of the short spear and stabs it at his opponent''s throat. The Swedish soldier turned sideways to avoid the past, but unexpectedly, Chechen''s move was a false move. Chechen swept the short spear, and the spear body hit the Swedish soldier hard on the neck.
The Swedish soldier was knocked down to the ground, and Cherchen took the opportunity to sit on him. Che Chen suddenly stabbed with the spear tip in his hand, and the short spear pierced his opponent''s unprotected throat.
The Swedish soldier tried to make a sound, but his throat was cut off. He could only "Er, er" a few times. Che Chen carefully pulled out the short spear to prevent the splashing blood from reddening his clothes.
There was no gunfire in the distance, and it was clear that the battle was over. Chechen didn''t know how many of Stefan and his comrades in arms could survive, but he hardened his heart and went back, because it was too dangerous. Now Chechen should leave here and go back to Lithuania.