.Xundenhosky left very simply. The wind knights on the flanks did come to beg for the second. Seeing the infantry in the chess formation being massacred by the dragon cavalry, they immediately felt that this group of dragon cavalry was not easy to deal with. Three thousand wind cavalry alone would never be able to reverse the situation. They did not need any consideration. They immediately made a decision to escape.

However, these wind cavalry were quite conscientious. Before leaving, they took them away with Schehosky. Unlike the poor infantry, the infantry could not run fast on both legs, while the cavalry was different. They were on the flanks and they did not enter the battlefield at all. The dragon cavalry who were patronizing the slaughter of infantry obviously had no interest in this small group of cavalry, just like a tiger with a fat piece of meat in its mouth. Even if there was a pheasant next to it, they might not have much interest in wasting their efforts to care about this pheasant when hungered.

This gave the Wind Cavalry enough opportunities. They took Schekhosky and several important officers to speed westward. When the Dragoons completely solved the Polish and Russian coalition forces, it was too late to pursue them. However, the Dragoons were obviously very satisfied with such results. They hummed a small song and accepted the castle. The battle was too easy. The enemies they faced may not be too backward and their training was not so unbearable. However, their stupidest mistake was that when they dealt with the Dragoons, they used the ancient tactics of hundreds or thousands of years of cavalry. Their failure was more dependent on the commander's underestimation and stupidity.

Knowing oneself and enemy, one will never win in a hundred battles. I am afraid that the Poles still do not understand this truth, otherwise they would not be stupid enough to provoke strong neighbors. Schehosky would not rashly fight the Dragoons without knowing their opponents. Failure is not unforgivable because of their weakness, but the stupidity of decision makers has caused the death of thousands of people to be unforgivable.

At this moment, the Russian princes who had become prisoners of the Ming Dynasty were very resentful. Of course, they did not resent the Ming army. This jealous person was naturally Schekhosky. This sweet-talking guy, the nobles felt that they were blind, so why did they believe the bastard's words? As a result, they entrust their wealth and life to this pound of Poles, and put the hope of saving Russia on this coward. As a result, this guy called loudly enough. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately left them and fled. The Russian nobles felt very wronged. They really had a reason to be wronged. In this world, they were the only ones to deceive others, but now they were put on a trick by others.

After Bai Cheng entered the city, he did not make things difficult for the people hungry Ross in the city, nor did he attack these nobles. After imprisoning the nobles and sending people to interrogate them, he hurriedly summoned the dragoons who had a rest and issued combat orders.

"Chasing!" Bai Cheng's order was very simple, but in his instructions to the officers, it was very mysterious: "Don't be too rushed, and you must not relax."

This sentence is a bit contradictory, but there are many officers from the military school system of the Dragon Cavalry Regiment. These officers who have learned a lot of theories in the classroom immediately understood Bai Cheng's plan and could not force them or relax. After all, it was actually just biting them tightly, neither fighting nor giving up. Their task was just to chase, not attack.

Schehosky naturally did not understand the principle of playing hard to get. His understanding was that these cavalrymen were playing with him and playing with him as a loser, which made him feel even more humiliated.

"I will take revenge!" Schehosky secretly swore in his heart that he must take revenge, not only the insults imposed on him by these Han people, but also to save his reputation. He is a great hero in Poland. Now he is so embarrassed. If he cannot regroup, his life will be over. He will naturally be admired by thousands of heroes. But if people find that he is a person who is defeated and abandoned tens of thousands of infantry and flees, he is afraid that those admiration will immediately turn into countless spits. He will become a sinner in Poland, and will be stepped on by others forever and will not be turned over.

"No, absolutely not." Schekhoskin would rather die than live like this. He still had a chance to be stationed in Kanosburg. There was also a Pole army stationed there, and the nearby Russian rebels could be summoned immediately. As long as they were mobilized, he would have at least 60,000 or 70,000 soldiers available. Although most of these were Russian rebels, they were not much different from the mob, but

At this time, Schehosky could only hold on to this life-saving straw.

In the evening of the next day, Schehosky finally breathed a sigh of relief, because at this moment, it was not far from Kanosburg, not far from Samara Fort and only one day from Ukraine. Schehosky was not an idiot. In order to reserve a way out for himself, he specially sent a Polish army of about 10,000 people to defend here. If the war is unfavorable, he can withdraw from here, which is now useful.

The tired cavalry hurried into Kanosburg. The defenders of Kanosburg could not help but be surprised when they saw Schehosky coming back in a embarrassed look.

"Preparation for war". The first sentence of Schehosky mobilized the atmosphere of Kanosburg, and the tense Po army quickly entered the battle because they soon appeared. Behind General Schehosky and the Three Thousand Wind Cavalry, a black cavalry team was whistling.

Schehosky learned his lesson. He didn't plan to go out for field battles with these terrifying guys. He closed the gates of the castle and began to set up defenses.

However, the Ming army obviously had no intention of attacking Kanosburg. After watching for a while, they rode their horses backed for more than ten miles and began to build camps on an empty and wide land.

"Damn it!" Schehosky stood on the sentry tower and looked at the movements of the Ming army, cursing unconsciously. At the same time, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, he was afraid of being beaten by the dragon cavalry. Until now, he and his wind cavalry have not recovered. If the Ming army attacked at this pound, he would be a little scared, but fortunately, Schehosky believed that these cavalry would not dare to attack the castle.

Schehosky recovered and began to set up a decisive battle. After all, the battle was over, and he dared not take it lightly. If he wanted to fight these enemies, he had to accumulate all his strength. It was impossible to hide in this castle. This castle was not big, and the food reserves were not sufficient. If the dragon cavalry outside the city surrounded the fortress, then it would probably become.

A prison where the Poles were trapped.

Since he wanted to fight, then let's fight the big ones. Schehosky's eyes were cold. Although the Ottomans and Han people thought he was an idiot who didn't know how to be tall and strong, he himself understood that he was not stupid. He could even be considered an excellent general, but his ambition was even greater. But this was not his fault. Polish obituary, Poland's quarrel was indeed a man for a while. But that Bihuang was once, only for centuries, but it was obvious that the Poles lived forever a few centuries ago, and they would not see that the world had changed long ago. The weak neighbors in the past were all shy and bear-beaten. Schehosky was a typical Polish. He believed that his enemies were not terrible and his army was invincible. As long as the enemy dared to come, the Poles would beat them all over the ground like the Teutonic people in the past.

"Send messengers, scatter them all over the place, to contact any Russians, and, in the name of my commander-in-chief of the Slavic Rebels, to call them all to Kanosburg, remember, all."

Schekhosky's order was very simple. In order to prevent the messenger from being intercepted by the Russians outside the city, he sent more than 300 messengers to act in dispersed ways. Even if he caught some, the other people could complete the task well.

However, Schehosky obviously wasted his efforts here, because after the messenger left the fort, the Ming army scouts who were wandering outside the fort obviously did not stop them, no one was a catty. On the whistle, Schehosky, who was looking at the messenger heading in all directions, breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face became solemn again. He was surrounded by a trace of conspiracy.

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Moscow could no longer hold on, and artillery still roared all night long. Airships in the sky hovered in every corner of the city like nightmare. There were pungent smoke everywhere, and firelights everywhere. The corpses in the ruins were not too late to be buried, and there would be countless corpses at any time. Nightmares were definitely nightmares, but this nightmare seemed to be lingering forever, which made the Russians full of hope suddenly realize that they could not hold on, and it was even more impossible for anyone to save them. God might not be able to do anything.

Under such nightmare, everyone has had enough. Yes, it has acquired it. This does not mean that they have no courage, nor is they afraid of anything, but that this gentle and silence bombing, endless starvation, freezing, and dead bodies have numbed them. They want to die on the battlefield like men, but their enemies obviously do not have much interest in this proposal. One of the tasks that the enemies do repeatedly is bombing! Bombing! Bombing!

In his eyes that were originally energetic, he has now become ashamed. He had endless energy in the past. What Peter, who dreamed of developing a powerful empire, probably had already gone against the curve. He was retracing and considering that what he was about to decide was the fate of the entire Russian Empire.

In this dim basement, several ministers waited quietly, waiting for the young Tsar to make this choice.

The ground was still roaring with artillery fire, and violent explosions kept echoing in the basement. Peter did not speak, and no one spoke. At this point, no suggestion was necessary. Only the young Tsar made his last decision, whether to fight or surrender?

Peter frowned in pain. When he endured the power of Princess Sophia, what he thought about was to get back the rights that should have belonged to him. When he chose the best time to bring his supporters into the Krem Palace and forced Princess Sophia to retreat, when he took the crown representing the Tsar, representing the highest power of the Russian Empire, on his head, what he thought of was how to expand the boundaries of the empire to a further place under his leadership, and how to expand the national strength of the empire to a new peak under his leadership. But now, everything is over. Rights, empires, civil and military achievements are no longer the issues considered by this ambitious young czar.

Peter slowly opened his eyes, his blue eyes were covered with bloodshots. He was tired, and even his heart was old. He slowly opened his lips. When the ministers around him saw the movement, they cheered up. They understood that the decision of the young tsar would affect the entire empire. This empire was not only a ruling class, but no matter aristocrats or serfs, they would change their destiny because of the young tsar's words.

If you continue to fight, there may be a little dawn of victory, but the greater possibility is that everyone will be buried with this empire and the whole nation will be soldiered. The result may be that the whole nation will be killed. The more fierce the resistance, the closer it will be to the demise of the race.

But surrender is obviously not a good idea. The Russian blood obviously does not have much integration with the surrender gene.

Peter squirted softly, and finally said in a dry voice: "Surrender, there are too many dead!"

This is probably his last order. After hearing this order, some of the ministers frowned, some could not hide their joy, while others shook their heads and sighed sadly.
Chapter completed!