As the sun set, Baron Gustav franger ordered a soldier to carry a tar bucket to the outer position of the monastery and light a bonfire - a means to prevent the poles from sneaking up in the middle of the night.


    In the past, the poles would not stop Swedish soldiers from lighting coke drums because they had no intention of sneaking attacks. Moreover, bonfires are equal for both sides. If the Swedes want to sneak out of the church and attack the poles, they will also be exposed to the campfire.


    But this time, as soon as the soldier carrying the tar bucket came to the door of the church, the Polish position remembered a gunshot, and the soldier was knocked upside down by the huge impact of the bullet and flew into the church.


    Seeing this, Baron Gustav franger''s pupils contracted suddenly. This is a very bad signal. It means that poles will sneak into the church tonight.


    The Baron quickly ordered the 214 officers and soldiers in the church to be prepared to stay up all night and put their weapons where their hands could reach immediately.


    As night fell, the church was shrouded in night. Swedish soldiers clutching muskets stared at enemy positions ahead. Everyone has an ominous hunch that the Polish attack tonight will be much stronger than ever before.


    There was a dull roar in the night sky, which was like the roar of a bison.


    "Mortar!"


    At the sound, Baron Gustav franger changed his color.


    Mortar gun is a kind of gun with short barrel, large firing angle, low initial velocity and high arc trajectory; It has a short range and powerful projectiles. It is mainly used to destroy solid fortifications.


    Before others could react, a huge shell fell from the roof of the church. Huge potential energy penetrated the roof and the ceiling on the third floor, and then fell to the second floor, smashing an unlucky Swedish pistol cavalry into meat and mud.


    On the Polish Army''s position, the sound of the gun sounded like a signal, and large and small guns began to fire at the Holy Spirit church.


    The strong walls of the church suffered the most severe test. Shells hit the church like hail. Although most of the shells were blocked, some powerful solid shells penetrated the wall and made big holes.


    The Polish artillery fire was so fierce that the Swedish soldiers did not have time to plug the gap with sandbags this time.


    More than half an hour later, the gunfire went down. Countless footsteps trampled on the earth.


    "Get ready, get ready. Prepare the trumpet gun and organ gun." the Baron shouted towards the hall on the first floor.


    Swedish soldiers on the first floor quickly put their guns on sandbags.


    After learning the lesson that the position was too forward to retreat in the first battle, the Swedish soldiers moved the position built by sandbags to the position of the altar, so that the ladder was behind them to facilitate retreat.


    As the footsteps came closer and closer, the Swedish soldiers behind the defensive position stared nervously ahead, but no one appeared at the gate.


    Two round black objects flew into the church. Then there were two loud noises.


    On the second floor, Baron Gustav franger deeply felt that the enemy''s way of attack was unusual. They put the ladder directly on the outer wall of the church and climbed in through the gap. In a few minutes, dozens of people had broken in - an attack that the Baron and his soldiers had never thought of. And all the weapons they use are blunt weapons, which is the bane of plate armor. The half armour of the Swedish pistol cavalry can resist sabers and spears, but it can''t resist blunt weapons - every time they get hit, the soldiers will break their bones and meridians. Moreover, these enemies also like to shoot pistols in the face of Swedish pistol cavalry.


    "Stop, stop these Hessians," cried Baron Gustav franger. From the German accent of the incoming enemy, the Baron recognized that these were Hessian mercenaries.


    A team of Swedish pistol cavalry who were used as reserves by the Baron were sent up, but the gap was still widening. These Hessian mercenaries have the fighting skills as good as the Swedish soldiers, and the combination of blunt weapons and pistols also gives them an advantage in the battle.


    Scuffles are going on everywhere.


    At this time, the hall on the first floor was the quietest. The two grenades did not cause any casualties to Swedish soldiers, and the sandbag blocked all the fragments. But the ladder from the first floor to the second floor has been damaged by the poles, so they can only worry below.


    Two Swedish pistol cavalry escorted Baron Gustav franger back. At this time, a knight in mirror armor, steel shield and page hammer rushed straight to Baron Gustav franger. Two Swedish pistol cavalry fought their way.


    It was yelishei. He tried his best to block the broadsword cut by the first Swedish pistol cavalry with a shield, and then the leaf hammer in his hand hit the man''s ankle. The Swedish pistol cavalry suffered a pain and fell to the ground.


    Then, yelisheiben was ready to raise his hand and hammer the page at the second pistol cavalry, but his wrist was caught by the enemy. The second Swedish pistol cavalry slammed yelishei''s head with his pointed helmet, knocked him to the ground and looked like Venus.


    The Swedish pistol cavalry wanted to come forward and kill yelisi with a broad sword, but yelisi quickly pulled out a Dutch double barrel pistol. The first bullet hit the chest of the Swedish pistol cavalry, and the bullet dented the cavalry''s half armour, but he failed to kill him; The second bullet hit him in the head and finally knocked him down.


    Yelishei struggled to get up. He looked around. All the people around were fighting. The soldiers of the mercenary regiment were still pouring in from the gap on the second floor, and the advantage was expanding. But his target, the important man (Baron Gustav franger), escorted by two Swedish pistol cavalry, disappeared.


    "You''re lucky."


    Yelishei had no time to be disappointed. He spat on the ground and killed other regiments.


    Chechen took Fatima and others to the outside of the church. Originally, Pedro was going to take part in the attack, but he had a bad stomach at dinner and went to the toilet seven or eight times in a row, and his whole job collapsed. Chechen had to let bachit take on the main task, and he followed.


    At the bottom of the church, Che Chen rubbed his eyes that couldn''t be opened by the smoke of gunpowder, observed the soldiers constantly streaming in on the ladder on the outer wall of the church through the starlight, and nodded with satisfaction,


    Fortunately, everything is so smooth.


    Cherchen noticed a deep crack on the wall of the church caused by shelling, which extended from the outer wall of the first floor to the gap of the second floor. Near the gap, the iron grating in front of a shooting hole was also hit by shells, and half of the reinforcement was exposed. The muzzle is just enough for him to get in.


    Chechen is going to climb in from here.


    "Captain, we''d better wait until the battle is over." Fatima whispered to Chechen.


    But Chechen didn''t listen.


    "Fatima, it''s okay. Our mercenary regiment doesn''t have the rule that the head hides behind. Besides, you protect me." Chechen said easily.


    With that, Chechen went into battle lightly, wearing only a chain armour, holding a pistol and a hatchet, and began to climb the ladder in the dark under the eyes of the mercenary soldiers who had not yet entered the gap. Fine leather boots squeak on the ladder.


    Fatima follows behind Chechen, and the ladder is narrow. Fatima can''t get in front of Chechen first.


    Chechen finally climbed to the edge of the gap. He pulled away the loose and curved iron bar and prepared to drill in. Che Chen bit the axe blade of the hatchet with his teeth, grabbed the iron bar on the right with his free hand, and jumped in with his upper body.


    Then he hit a man on the back.


    Chechen took a step backward and almost fell out. The man hit by Chechen turned around. It was a terrible thing: a broken eye, a broken jaw, a bloody face.


    This one eyed face was looking at Chechen, and a black muzzle was facing him.


    Chechen didn''t expect his luck to be so bad. His nerves seemed numb. He looked at the muzzle of the gun and didn''t move.


    "Goodbye, Natalie."


    At this time, the only thing still active was his thought.


    The trigger was pulled.


    The gun didn''t fire and the spring of the revolver jammed.


    Then, behind the strange face, there appeared a tall figure of bachit - the two handed sword in bachit''s hand cut it off.


    "Captain, it''s a good time for you to come." bachit said with a simple and honest smile.


    It turned out that the owner of this strange face was fighting with bachit. He was also a handsome boy. That face was patted like this by bachit''s two handed sword. And bachit was kicked to the ground. Just now, Chechen hit him and distracted his attention, so that bachit had a chance to fight back.