The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Chapter 337: Warsaw Again 17

Elector Frederick William looked at the three ragged German infantry officers who had lost their helmets and unarmed in front of him, and his nostrils made a loud noise.

This noise is undoubtedly showing that the elector himself is dissatisfied with them-more than two hundred Germanic veterans were repelled by an army similar to theirs, which is a shame and shame.

A blonde German officer also called William stepped forward. He wanted to explain the failure of himself and his companions, but the more he explained, the more angry the elector became.

"Yes, a woman. Did you just say a woman?" The elector asked William with a sneer.

"Yes, Lord Hou. The woman they rushed to the front is too powerful. My soldier is not her opponent at all. Several soldiers who deserve to be named first-class warriors were injured in just one round. In her hands. I dare say that even the legendary Amazon queen is not so powerful."

William upholds his detailed style of doing things, trying to explain clearly how Natalie fights, but the elector does not want to listen to this.

"enough!"

The elector roared angrily. He tapped William's chest firmly with his fingers, and said sarcastically: "Should I put a medal on your chest with the words: Germanic warriors defeated by a woman."

These remarks are obviously a great insult to William. William's face flushed instantly.

"Master Hou, Germans don't have cowards. I'm not even the least!"

After speaking, William walked away regardless of etiquette. He mounted his war horse and galloped towards the position of the mercenary group.

After a while, news came from the position: William with a horse and a man died under the enemy's platoon gun.

At this moment, the other two officers who had withdrawn from the front couldn't help being silent.

Regarding William's death, the elector did not show any sadness, joy, or anger at all. With a strained face, he said to the two officers and everyone around him: "It's 11 o'clock. You can figure it out."

Everyone made a promise.

No one mentions the difficulties they have encountered. Because they know that if the bastion can't be taken within an hour, strict military laws will await them.

Frederick William sighed. If there was a choice, the elector did not want to use iron and blood. He even hoped that soldiers and officers would regard themselves as loving fathers. Because being too strict means that after the contract expires, many mercenaries will choose to leave their army. But the envoys sent by Karl X one after another left him no choice but to use the lives of soldiers to capture the bastion.

On the battlefield where Karl X was located, Mihavu, Barabaka and others were dragging the Swedish army with their loyalty and enthusiasm. Because of their fighting, the advance of the Swedish army was held back. Seeing more and more when the Polish army crossed the Vistula, the anxious Karl X could only order the artillery to destroy the pontoon again and again, but the same miracle did not occur again.

The cannonballs just stirred up countless splashes on the Vistula River, rising and falling like Karl X's wish.

However, with the pressure of more and more Swedish troops and the continuous consumption of the blocking troops, the situation of Mihav and others has also become precarious.

Starting at 11 o'clock, several Polish soldiers fell almost every minute.

Barabaka, the great axe in the hands of this Samson warrior is already the fourth one. The first three were cut and chipped by him. He was stabbed three times in the chest and stomach, and one ear was hit by a stray bullet. But he still swung his axe unconsciously to prevent the enemy from approaching.

The giant axe that ordinary people need to lift with both hands was danced with one hand by him, and the blade of the axe swept across like a hurricane. Wherever they went, the Swedish soldiers retreated one after another.

Beside Barabaka, there are nearly a hundred corpses. Most of them are mountain people who left the mountain with Barabaka to serve for King Kazimierz. At this time, they were already torn apart and torn apart. They were killed by the Swedish swordsman known as the meat grinder on the battlefield, and General Robert Douglas led them.

The swordsmanship performed by these gods of death using the excellent two-handed swords made in Germany is an exquisite technique based on geometry and mechanics. There is no Eastern religious meaning and fantasy. All the moves are for the most efficient result of the opponent's swordsmanship. These sword moves have long been proved effective by countless blood, and Barabaka and others are still relying purely on instinct and natural divine power to fight, and they have already seen their opponents.

Barabaka once again swung the giant axe in his hand in a semicircle. At this time, the blood flowing from his body had already accumulated on the ground like a small pond.

Perhaps due to excessive exertion, perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Barabaka's footsteps staggered. This very short flaw was caught by two Swedish swordsmen. One of them blocked Balabaka's defense ~www.readwn.com~ and the other swung a sword towards Balabala's neck like a century-old tree.

Barabaka's head the size of a millstone flew up into the air in an instant, and blood was constantly gushing out of his neck.

Barabara died, and died with his comrades in arms.

At 11:45, the Polish army's central defense line was penetrated by a huge gap. Behind the gap is the main force of the Polish army crossing the river.

Immediately afterwards, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky's troops were also defeated. The colonel himself fell off his horse and was **** by several Swedish pikemen.

At this time, more than 4,000 Polish troops at the ferry did not cross the river, and it was General Jan Sobieski who was in charge of commanding them. King Kazimierz and the commander of Saperga had already crossed the river.

Jan Sobieski did not live up to Janush's end-of-life recommendation. After returning to the ferry, he changed his former warmth and kindness, and as soon as he took action, he hung the heads of the three most violent nobles on the wooden poles. After this, the nobles were afraid of recruiting cavalry, and they began to line up to cross the river in an orderly manner.

But when the Swedish cavalry rushed in, the psychological collapse of the remaining Polish soldiers at the ferry was no longer able to maintain order.

Some soldiers even fired at their comrades in order to be able to cross the river. And only a small number of people have the courage to turn back and fight the Swedes. Their strength is so weak that they can't cause much loss to the enemy in addition to showing their unyielding will.

Jan Sobieski was squeezed into the river. Two loyal guards fished Jan Sobieski from the water. The two escorted Jan Sobieski across the river before the Swedish cavalry cut the pontoon bridge.

At the other end of the river, more than 4,000 soldiers who could not cross the river and Natalie and Mihavu who were in charge of preventing them all became turtles in the urn.

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