Under the reward, Jerzy Khaletsky's men showed a fighting enthusiasm of 120,000 points. Some armored Cossacks even chased after them in order to prevent others from grabbing their heads. They threw the wooden rafts used to block bullets onto the horses and created a slope.

In a short while, a dozen or so armored Cossacks crossed the trenches and chased them towards Pedro. Others used ropes to pull the horses out of the ground to open the way for the subsequent cavalry pursuit.

Pidro and Father Spasokukotsky ran in front, while the armored Cossacks chased behind. From time to time, both sides fired at each other with pistols and bows and arrows.

Father Spasokukotsky's leg was injured in Polotsk, and although it later healed, it also left the root of the disease. Once the priest exercises vigorously for a long time, his calf cramps. Coincidentally, when the priest had just crossed the trench, he drew a little, causing his running speed to slow down suddenly. In order to keep up with the others, he had to let Pidro walk with him.

Pidro helped the Father Spasokukotsky while looking back to observe how far away the enemy was. Suddenly, a dark figure rushed towards his front door quickly, Piedro shrank his neck in fright, and a feather arrow flew past his helmet. Although he was okay, he still frightened him. Cold sweat. At such a close distance, if the position of the feather arrow shifts a little, even if his helmet is strong, it will be pierced.

"Father, you can go faster." Piedro complained as he ran.

"God will bless us." Father Spasokukotsky gave Pietro a pious smile, and he almost made a cross on his chest.

"You know that too." Piedro murmured, but his feet ran faster.

"Uncle, you guys get out of the way."

Suddenly, Pidro heard Cheerchen's voice. He looked to the front and saw Cheorchen lead eight musketeers in a row and stopped in the middle of the road.

"All get down!" Piedro yelled and took the lead in dragging Father Spaso Kukotsky to the ground.

"Fire!"

Seeing that everyone on his side was lying down, Cheerchen quickly gave the order to shoot.

The nine muskets rang at the same time. This ignition power density was not enough to kill the chasers behind Pidro, but it also killed one of them and forced the other armored Cossacks to scatter to both sides and hide behind the trees.

Taking this opportunity, Cheerchen quickly accepted Pidro and the others.

"Uncle, let's go." Cheerchen helped Father Spasokukotsky, and then said to Pidro.

"You kid, you don't listen to what the book says. I'm fine now. Has the book taught you what to do when the cavalry dismounts and breaks through the trench?" Pidro cried and cursed.

Chechen was also a little embarrassed, and he didn't expect that Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky would be so tricky.

Therefore, Cheerchen stopped talking, and ran forward with the priest. And that group of musketeers fired in groups of three or two to cover.

Before Cheerchen and the others ran far away, they suddenly felt the ground under their feet tremble.

"It's the colonel's cavalry!"

Pidro was so experienced that he knew immediately why the ground was shaking, it was because hundreds of iron hoofs were beating on the ground.

The voice was getting closer, Cheechen's face was ashen ashes. He knew very well that he could not run on four legs with two legs.

Everyone stopped.

"Nephew, we are going to die together this time. So are you, what are you doing back!" Pidro complained to Chechen. That being said, Pidro's hand half-sword was half-raised.

"I won't come back, do you still leave you there alone?" Cheer Chen asked with a smile. He squeezed the slender sword in his hand.

The spears in Father Spaso Kukecki's hands were also pointed diagonally forward.

Finally, the cavalry led by Jerzy Khaletsky revealed their hideous features. The colonel was at the forefront of the cavalry arrow. He raised this arm flat, and his saber crossed the horse's head and pointed forward.

With dozens of pairs over a hundred, the ending seems to be doomed.

Suddenly, there were waves of howling from the woods. The sound was louder for a while, passed over the treetops, and stunned countless birds.

Even Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky's horse was shocked by the sudden noise. The horse neighed and raised all four hoofs, almost before throwing Jerzy Khaletsky off the horse.

The cavalry stopped their horses, they looked around, wondering where the sound came from.

The howling came and went quickly, and when the cavalry stopped the horse, the sound disappeared.

But what followed was the worst nightmare of Jerzy Khaletsky.

Countless people rushed out of the woods. These people wear all kinds of clothes and weapons in their hands. But in an instant, seven or eight cavalry soldiers near the edge of the woods were knocked off their horses by surprise.

Immediately afterwards, people also rushed out from behind Chechen and others, they passed the exhausted Chechen and others, and fought the colonel's cavalry into a group.

Cheerchen saw an unusually tall and familiar figure among these people.

"Uncle, it seems that Bachter is leading them." Cheerchen pointed to one of them wielding a giant axe.

"They have a conscience and know that they will come back to support us." Piedro also recognized Bacht, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bacht’s great axe is swung in the battle group, and every hit will bring a puff of blood~lightnovelpub.net~ These blood have human blood, but also horse blood.

"Kill out, kill out."

Jerzy Khaletsky slashed and killed a refugee with a hatchet, but his arm was also hit by a flail. Had it not been for the protection of the cotton-padded jacket in the chain armor, I am afraid that the colonel's hands would have been so useless.

Jerzy Khaletsky endured the pain. Seeing that all his cavalrymen gathered on the road and were difficult to move, one by one was killed by the enemy's long weapons, and he hurriedly ordered his men to retreat.

Hearing the command of the colonel, the cavalry urged their horses to retreat. After paying a dozen more lives, the colonel and his men finally broke through.

"Leader Bachter, thanks to you this time." Cheerchen said to Bachter among the crowd who were cheering loudly for victory.

"Head Chechen, don't say that. If my people hadn't abandoned you and left the battlefield early, you wouldn't retreat here. Alas, I shouldn't personally **** the carriage away." Bashit not only did not accept Chechen. Thank you, but instead apologize to Cheerchen.

As soon as the battle between the mercenary regiment and the wing cavalry began, Bashit led the people to drag the enemy's carriage back. When he retreated to a safe place with the carriage and was ready to rush back to support, hundreds of his own men had already escaped without their helmets and armor. Bashit caught a deserter and asked about the situation and couldn't help feeling ashamed of the greed and fear of death by his subordinates. Bashit stopped everyone, gathered everyone on his own prestige, and led everyone back.

Because Bachter can easily distinguish the sound of horseshoes from far away. When he felt the ground shaking, he knew that the colonel’s cavalry was about to catch up, so Bashit asked everyone to speed up and asked some of them to outflank Jerzy Khaletsky from the two wings in the woods, and let the opponents Can't figure out how many people he has.