Sean Raffaran ran back desperately in a daze, and the scenes just now appeared in his mind...

This is a nightmare battle. All the bullets fired by one side were blocked by plate armor, while the opponent's bullets regained the lives of their soldiers; and the opponent's muzzle that seemed to never stop and was shining with the flames of death; no army could maintain morale under such circumstances without collapsing.

Thinking of this, Sean really understood the English and Dutch retreating first. However, it was particularly frustrating that the bitter fruit of failure was to be tasted by oneself.

Sean staggered, his young mate, Julien de Ebrol from Franche-Conte, supported him. The sound of gunfires kept ringing behind him, and they must have been the damn Tatars pursuers. Yes, they would not let themselves go, these savages cut off their heads to show off their courage, just as they have done for hundreds of years.

The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded behind him, and Sean and Julien immediately turned around as if they were ashamed. Sean subconsciously drew out his officer's sword.

Leonid Feodorovic was driving a majestic Andalusian horse. Looking at the French and Dutch running around in front of him, he finally found a hint of pleasure when he was traversing the Southern Russian plains. Haha, this is the life I want.

"Huh?" Leonid narrowed his eyes slightly. Two well-dressed guys not far away in front seemed to be officers. One of them dared to pull out his small sword that had a much greater decorative effect than practicality. Is his brain broken?

"Puff." The sharp three-year-old command knife cut across Sean Raffarin's neck, and blood gushed out splattered Julian's face. Julian looked blankly at the body of the commander who had lost his head, as if he was stunned and unresponsive.

Leonid returned with a horse and pointed at Yulian with a sharp sword dripping with blood. Yulian woke up like a dream and subconsciously retreated, but he didn't know whether it was nervous or why he fell to the ground.

Leonid shook his head contemptuously and continued to move forward.

The morale of the Frenchmen was completely broken. They were now thinking about running back to the landing site, and then taking a boat back to the big boat moored in the sea. At first, their escape was still orderly, but after feeling the sound of gunfire and horse hooves of the Tatans behind them, they almost discarded everything they could discard, and the order collapsed.

This created an excellent opportunity for the Cossacks to kill and drive away the defeated soldiers. They gave out their backs and lost all their weapons. Even if they didn't throw away their weapons, they didn't have time to load and shoot. The Cossack cavalry waved their swords to their heart's content, driving them into a pile like sheep. These soldiers who had lost their fighting courage surrendered in groups and threw their weapons all over the ground.

The short two-kilometer escape road seemed to have no end. When the fastest-running captain John Ston and four or five panting soldiers were stopped by Leonid's saber, the chase game finally came to an end.

Leonid brought several Ukrainian fellow villagers to beat the British and searched them for all their valuable property. The enemy fleet anchored at sea seemed to have noticed the movement on the shore, but they could not confirm the result of the battle for a while. Moreover, since three captains of the four ships fell on the shore, they still needed some internal coordination, and they could not react in a short time.

Liao Meng took over the surrendered French and Dutch soldiers with 48 officers and soldiers almost at the speed of the marching. The main force of the first battalion, which followed, would take these people back to the custody.

...

As early as the battle between the main forces of the two armies, which was decided in just a few minutes, the members of the Executive Committee knew that today's battle was sure to win. After the main force went to pursue the enemy, Internal Affairs Commissioner Jiao Tang organized a group of new Ireland and Norwegian immigrants to clean the battlefield outside the city. This was actually a disguised act of establishing authority.

The battlefield after the two armies fought was extremely bloody. The corpses scattered all over the ground, the wounded people with few arms and legs, the internal organs and human tissues that could be seen everywhere, etc., could make the first-time Irish and Norwegian immigrants vomit. These Irish and Norwegian immigrants were no exception. The older ones were better. Some teenagers, half-year-old kids, knelt on the ground and vomited.

Several soldiers from the First Battalion who stayed near the battlefield to guard the iron armor were also pale, and they obviously had just vomited. They had no time to take care of each other when they were fighting, and now they were idle, they obviously made up for this lesson.

Jiao Tang looked at the battlefield with a tense face. He was a criminal policeman and had never seen any kind of corpse before, so he was still safe when walking in the bloody middle of the ground. Hundreds of corpses were on the ground, most of which were killed by a coercion gun, and a small number were killed by artillery.

The body was terrifyingly dead. After all, it was hit by a large caliber convex gun. A big hole on the body was the lightest. If the projectile accidentally rolled in the body, it would be ugly to die.

In addition to the corpse, there are a small number of wounded people. These people who are not dead are not vital. However, they are not much better than death. If they are hit by a coercion gun these days, they will basically be amputated. After the limb is ambushed, they will have to pass the wound and get inflammation. If they are lucky enough to pass this level, they can be considered to be alive.

Jiao Tang looked at some wounded people lying in a pool of blood and groaned, and had no intention of going to rescue and treat them. These European "war animals" were also disabled after being rescued. Jiao Tang was an extremely cold-blooded and wise pragmatist, so he could fend for himself if he had no value.

The body must be buried as soon as possible. Because it is already summer, if it is not processed as soon as possible, it may lead to an epidemic, which is definitely a disaster for everyone. Jiao Tang commanded people to find a wasteland nearby and dig a hole to bury it on the spot.

Seven soldiers of the First Battalion also died in battle, one of which was named the Time Traveler. These seven people were shot by flying convex bullets and died on the spot, which was considered unlucky. Their bodies will be buried in the national cemetery, and a funeral will be held at that time.

At this time, teams of dejected prisoners were escorted back one after another. Those working on the battlefield, when they saw this scene, cheered loudly, as if they had not participated in the battle, even though they did not participate in the battle, they were also honored. The prisoners would be temporarily detained in some empty rooms in the city, and most of the time they would wait for them would be a long career as a miner.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, all the prisoners were escorted back, and they will be taken over by police from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Peng Zhicheng and the soldiers of the First Battalion gathered together at the city gate again, which was the request of the Executive Committee. The Executive Committee organized a grand celebration of victory. In addition to distributing a large amount of food and stocking of wine, the core activity was to hold an entry ceremony for the officers and soldiers of the newly built First Battalion of the Army who returned from victory.

"Hey! These guys are quite good at tossing." Peng Zhicheng smiled. Of course, he would not refuse the goodwill of the executive committee. After all, this can increase the pride and honor of soldiers, and by the way, it can also strengthen the cohesion and centripetal force of immigrants.

"Let me listen to you guys!" Peng Zhicheng, who had fought with people with real swords and guns, has spoken a lot more heroically now. "The Executive Committee has arranged a ceremony for us to enter the city and will give me some energy in a while. This is a chance to make everyone look better, and he is not allowed to lose his chains. The first artillery whistle and...well... the cavalry will also participate."

"Now everyone has it, look right! Look forward!" Peng Zhicheng shouted: "The horizontal line turns into a column! Hold the rifle! Take a step! One, two, one… one, two, one…”

The first whistle walked at the front of the team, Chang Kaisheng and Jiang Zhiqing walked at the front of the first whistle again. Chang Kaisheng raised his head and his chest, looked straight, his mouth slightly raised, and his face was covered with blush. Jiang Zhiqing, who was standing side by side, also looked similar. When the first whistle appeared at the gate of the city, the trembling cheers suddenly burst out. Whether it was the time travelers or the new and old immigrants, they were definitely sincerely thanking these people who defended them. Many people hugged each other excitedly, shouting meaningless syllables in their mouths, venting their emotions.

Following the first battalion were the brothers of the first post of the independent field artillery. At this time, they lined up in empty hands and followed the infantry behind them, accepting everyone's cheers together.

Next were the 40 cavalry temporary marshals before the war. Their horses had been taken away by the people of the Animal Husbandry Bureau. These Ukrainian villagers could only line up behind the first artillery post and walked into the city. They were also so excited that their faces were flushed with all kinds of spoils on their bodies. The team was walking in a crooked manner and laughed heroically from time to time.

Leonid did not laugh with them. He held the three-year-old command knife in his left hand and quietly turned his eyes in the crowd, as if looking for something. After many times of looking back and forth, Leonid turned his head in a sense of disappointment. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Xiaowei and a group of girls of similar age were crowded in the corner, pointing at the team passing by in the middle of the road, and bursts of silver bell-like laughter from time to time. Suddenly, the girls found a tall Ukrainian walking towards them quickly. He looked a little nervous, and his right hand was in his pocket and trembled slightly.

"It's you?!" Li Xiaowei suddenly realized when she looked at the Ukrainian who seemed familiar, and obviously remembered who he was.

Leonid walked to Li Xiaowei, subconsciously avoided Li Xiaowei's big eyes, and then took out his right hand from his pocket as if he had used all his strength, reached in front of Li Xiaowei, and said in less skillful Chinese: "Give it... for... your! Battle... trophy!"
Chapter completed!