open sea

Chapter 1459 Killing

Kaye's mouth was full of obscenities, until his neck was tied with a thick hemp rope, and two Cossacks were dragged out of the house.

Two hours ago, galloping cavalry surrounded Soli Kam. They did not use fire to attack, and swam from three sides to the settlement wooden village on the west bank of Soli Kam.

These people did not use effective fire attacks, and the cavalry lowered their eyelids and used ants to push the infantry forward one by one.

The irony is that these infantry who besieged the wooden wall were not khanate herdsmen, but the Cossacks entrusted by the Stroganov family with the four hundred Sechi from Kaye.

Holding axes and wielding spears, they rushed towards the wooden wall under the cover of the rain of arrows from the nomadic cavalry, stepped on the top of the city with ladders and even tree trunks, and screamed indistinctly in the wooden city. The last guard of the Nove family fought.

For a long time, the land of the small town of Solikam was soaked in blood and minced meat, and those tall Tatars just drove the horses to control the wooden gate.

They don't engage in battle, they just sit on horseback ready to go.

No one knew exactly whom they intended to shoot the arrows on the arms of their bows.

The other exits from the city wall to the land were blocked by the cavalry, both men and horses in heavy armor. No one could break through their defense line. Groups of people wanted to escape, but they fled back again and again after their companions were trampled by the cavalry. .

Until the defenders in the city were forced to divide into two groups, one group fought and retreated to Kaye's residence, a building made of wooden pillars imitating the Mongolian king's tent; the other group was forced to the riverside port.

At least there, they might jump into the river and swim across to the other bank—everyone knows that this possibility is very slim, the Cossacks on the bank are shooting arrows into the river, and the fear of death overwhelms the river surface more than ten miles wide. The vitality it brings is slim.

If you stay in the city and hide around, you will eventually be picked out and killed by the Cossacks living nearby.

Some of these Cossacks are free people living nearby, and some are storytellers who surrendered from Isker City. Although these people flaunt their freedom, they actually like rules in Baibai's opinion.

When working for the Raksha Kingdom, they followed the rules of the Raksha Kingdom and killed half of the Siberian Khanate.

Now that they are working for the Ming army, Baibai didn't tell them the rules, but they think that the rules are still the same as before, kill anyone they see, leave no one behind, and everything that belongs to the dead belongs to them.

But the rules have changed, and many people just don't know it.

When Kaye was led by the Cossack with hemp rope and dragged out of the house with the best defense in the fortress, the whole town was strewn with corpses, and the smell of blood seemed to be stuffed into the nose, so strong that it could not be dispelled.

The bloody water merged into several roads on the street, slowly flowing eastward, and mixed with the soil and river water on the low-lying river bank, dyed crimson.

The surviving Cossacks were busy collecting all the supplies, counting the goods of the merchants of the Raksha Kingdom and the luggage left by the troops.

Those who were lucky enough not to be injured ran around happily, and some people would slap or spit on Kaye when they ran past him, or make some obscene gestures to the female relatives behind him, as if they had turned into the here Owner.

More Cossacks, with scars all over their bodies after fighting, found linen or even satin from the supplies to wrap their wounds, with relaxed expressions on their faces.

Someone conveyed an order from Baibai to strip the corpses of the dead and throw them into the river, so as to frighten Perm at the bend of the river downstream and create favorable conditions for the Ming army to recruit and surrender.

The more than 200 Cossacks who survived were somewhat reluctant. They were all exhausted after a bloody battle, and they didn't have much energy to greet hundreds of corpses.

But in the end, for the sake of the large amount of loot, they did so.

What's more, there's nothing they can do if they don't recruit. If they don't look at them, they won't be able to beat them. How could they follow the Ming army's order to launch an attack on Soli Kam.

The Cossacks spent a long time moving the corpses, and they were reassured that during this time the worshiping Mongols seemed unmoved by the loot piled in the middle of the town.

They just rode their horses around slowly inside and outside the city, summoning the cavalry outside the city to enter the city, searching for the living people in the houses and streets, and making up for the wounded who were still alive.

After all this was done, it seemed that everything was over, and the Cossacks, who were too tired to lift their arms, sat around the street in twos and threes, discussing what to eat in the afternoon.

Until someone found that the Mongols who drove them to attack the city were slowly approaching, their horn bows were still holding arrows, and the cavalrymen who were covered in armor even got off their horses, took handaxes, sabers, and bones from their horsebacks, and fought with them. The nomad infantry formed small fronts.

No one smirked anymore, and no one said anything. Everyone stared at each other nervously, trying to grab any small thing that could be brandished as a weapon at hand.

The Mongols advanced, the Cossacks retreated, and when the Mongol formation approached the place where the goods were piled in the middle of the town, the Cossacks were still retreating.

They no longer had the energy to fight the second round with these armor-piercing monsters, so they could only continue to retreat until there was no way to retreat.

The Mongols surrounded the city on three sides with infantry, just as they had used them to surround the guards in the city, and forced them to the river bank, which had just been stained red with the blood of the residents of the city.

Two hundred Cossacks huddled together on the muddy river beach, and eventually people's calves stepped into the water, slowly forming an unfamiliar phalanx.

Xiaobai slowly beat his horse behind the infantry formation, raised his sword slowly, and countless bows were fully drawn, making a teeth-piercing sound.

He said in Chinese: "Kneel down!"

All the steppers from the Mongolian grassland shouted: "Kneel down!"

Then the sword of Qi Bai fell, and the feathered arrows shot towards the small square of Cossacks from all directions, and rows of people fell down.

Immediately following the second and third waves of arrows, the fallen corpses were pushed by the current and floated southward, just like the dead who were thrown into the river by them earlier, they all became props to deter the south.

The rain of arrows did not stop until there was no one standing on the river beach. The heavy cavalrymen with cold weapons stepped out from the crowd, picked and picked on the ground, picked up a few people kneeling in the pile of corpses, and handed them to those lying on the mudflat. Make up for the wounded.

These people who can understand Chinese are the guys who surrendered the city of Iscal, and they ordered everyone to be killed but not including them.

His eldest son, Cheng'en, firmly carried out his father's orders, but after everything was over, he still asked his father when others were avoiding him: "Father, why did you kill him?"

"Why kill and surrender? It's as if your father had a choice."

Xiaobai glanced at the other side of the river: "Open your eyes and see what is on the other side of the river."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)