"Onufri!"
Under the dense night cover, Raffl retreated to the hillside one mile away from the border. He found Onufri, who had just returned, and asked, "What happened? Why did you retreat?"
"Pope Doppler II, the judge of the Divine Religion, is here in person!"
Onufri said with a gloomy face: "The other party has at least one hundred thousand people, plus the Judgment Cult, we can't be their opponent! We won't be able to leave any later!"
"Your Highness's mission is to let us hold on for one hour!" Ravel angrily shouted: "Are you afraid of death?"
"I'm not afraid of death, but do you know that once Pope Doppler II activates his magic, we may not be able to sustain it for even ten minutes, let alone an hour!"
Ravel paused after hearing the words. Onufri was right. They had no way to resist magic. The number of enemies overwhelmed them. There was also Pope Doppler II present. If they stayed, they would be courting death!
but....
Neither Onufri nor Ravel mentioned retreat.
"The Pope is here in person... Frederick's Kingdom seems to be determined to win." Onufri said quietly: "Once they are allowed to pass, His Highness will be attacked from both sides..."
On the horseback, Ravel stood straight, facing the cold wind, looking at the pursuing cavalry of the Kingdom of Frederick in the distance. He suddenly calmed down, and his heart was as silent as a lake, with no waves in the ancient well.
"Onufri, do you still remember the battle that took place under the city of Petersburg twenty years ago?" Raffl said softly: "At that time, we only had a thousand people and were surrounded by tens of thousands of enemy troops. Everyone was desperate. , but His Majesty Peter said that whether generals or soldiers, their destination will always be the battlefield. If anyone wants to die on the bed, he can surrender to the enemy, give up his weapons, and become a prey to the sword... What we are facing today The situation is the same as it was then.”
"Of course I remember that at that time, His Majesty Peter was accompanied by Broca, Onakov, and Frenkel..." Onufri smiled: "They are all generals who are good at fighting. In the end, But it was the two of us who survived."
"I am 56 years old, Onufri, you are also 53 years old. We are all old. Every time I see Her Royal Highness Katerina, I will think of Her Majesty Peter." Ravel said: "He is such a powerful person. , and finally died on the hospital bed. I was not willing to accept it, and neither was His Majesty Peter. There are not many of my companions who fought together in the past... When people grow old, they always think back to those years."
"yes...."
Onufri stroked the horse on his crotch and said with emotion: "If I could choose the way to die, I don't want to die on the bed. Her Highness Katerina gave us this opportunity... How long is it in one hour?"
"35 minutes."
"well...."
Onufri sighed, turned over and dismounted, and patted the thick tree next to him, "In 35 minutes, if you want to stop 100,000 enemy troops, you cannot launch a charge, you must fight a positional battle."
Ravel also dismounted and said with a helpless smile: "I didn't expect that we have been cavalry all our lives, but in the end we have to fight like infantry."
"Honor is not important anymore. We must protect Her Royal Highness Katerina just like we protected His Majesty Peter... The 15th Cavalry Regiment obeys the order!"
Under the solemn and heavy gazes of the soldiers, Onufri said slowly: "All cavalry dismount, rely on the terrain... to block the enemy!"
"Dismount the 19th Cavalry Regiment!" Raffl also shouted loudly: "Expand the three-three formation! Establish a defensive front!"
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boom!
boom!
boom!
Intensive gunfire exploded outside the city of Chelyabinsk. Makarov led the soldiers into the city, joined Katerina, and started a fierce battle with the enemy behind the bunker.
Compared with the old-fashioned flintlock muskets used by the Romanov Kingdom, the Windsor Kingdom's Delisser bolt-action rifles were more advanced. Makarov made a prompt decision and ordered the replacement of the enemy's firearms.
The battle lasted for half an hour. Katerina and others had just arrived at the outer center and had advanced less than a kilometer despite artillery fire. If they continued at this speed, they might not be able to capture Chelyabinsk if they fought for another day and night.
More importantly...
This time, the priests of the Church of the Three Goddess of Destiny had a good memory and hid behind the position to use magic, not giving Katerina and others a chance to get close.
If it weren't for the repeating rifle in her hand that greatly suppressed the enemy's frontal firepower, Katerina and others would not have been able to break through to this position.
Obviously, the commander of the Second Army, Marquis James, planned to have a head-on street battle with them.
There is no meanness in war, only victory or defeat. While filling bullets and cleaning the gun chamber, Katerina shouted to Makarov: "Mount the grenadiers! Blow up the artillery on the opposite side!"
Makarov waved vigorously, and a few soldiers wearing long-tailed coats, tall bearskin hats and hatchets on their waists rushed out from behind the crowd. They were lying on the ground, holding iron balls filled with gunpowder. Amidst the smoke and hail of bullets, he quickly crawled towards the enemy's position.
Every soldier who can be selected as a grenadier has amazing arm strength and is brave and fearless. They need to stand at the front of the position, ignite iron balls that are comparable to small artillery shells and throw them into the enemy's position. Can they be called grenadiers? The infantryman's highest honor.
Grenadiers rarely appear on field battlefields, and are only used when facing fortified battles against strongholds. They are rare in number and indispensable.
"Cover! Cover!"
Makarov stood up with a loud shout, raised his revolver, and fired at the opposite position while moving to attract the enemy's attention so as to cover the presence of the grenadiers.
A few minutes later, the grenadiers successfully reached the enemy's position. They lit the fuse and used all their strength to throw out the iron ball in their hands, with a loud bang...
The two artillery pieces lying in the middle of the street were immediately covered in a sea of flames.
"charge!
! "
Makarov dodged out of the bunker and rushed forward first, refusing to slow down even if the bullets flew past his body.
Katerina also wanted to charge, but she was dragged back as soon as she stepped out of the bunker. She became furious and turned around and cursed: "Why are you dragging me...Edward?"
Edward pointed behind him, where a soldier dressed as a cavalryman was running towards him on foot. Judging from his out-of-breath appearance...
Not like a deserter, more like a messenger.
Katerina frowned slightly. She recognized the other party. After the cavalry ran up to her, she asked, "Faros, why are you here?"
Onufri's adjutant, Pharos, gasped and said urgently: "Frederick...the army of Frederick's Kingdom is here! General Onufri is fighting them!"
Before Katerina could react, another cavalry messenger rushed over: "Report! One hundred thousand enemy troops were discovered at the border! Pope Doppler II personally participated in the battle!"
The successive bombshell news dealt a big blow to Katerina. She was stunned for a while before she cursed in her native language, took out her pocket watch and looked at the time, struggling internally.
To retreat...or not to retreat?
Can Chelyabinsk be taken in one hour?
If you can't get it...
"How are Onufri and the others doing? How long can they last?" Katerina asked.
"One hour!" The messenger cavalry stood at attention and replied with an extremely firm tone.
One hour....
Katerina did not expect that the pope of the Judgment Cult would come in person. With the 10,000 cavalrymen under Onufri and Ravel, it was impossible to stop the 100,000 troops for an hour unless they fought to the death.
And the consequences of fighting to the death...
"No! There is still a way to save the situation!"
Katerina looked at Edward and said in a deep voice, "I think it's time for you to take action."
"The mission given to me by Father Mawei is to protect your safety."
Just when Katerina was about to refute, Edward suddenly changed the subject: "But I do hope that I will be able to judge the cult."
"You agreed?"
Edward smiled slightly, and there was a huge earthquake on the ground. Deep in the city of Chelyabinsk, in the inner area that Marquis James thought was unbreakable...
A black castle emerged out of countless earth and rubble, reaching straight into the sky.
With the huge bone wings stretched out behind him, Edward flew high into the sky and stayed next to the flare. The light shone its shadow on the ground, flashing with red light.
"I like this city, it's full of blood."
The battlefield became quiet, and everyone raised their heads in unison and looked at the figure in the sky.
Edward raised his palm, and the blood on the ground and the corpse turned into countless small channels and converged into the sky, condensing into a huge blood ball, with a black-red light emitting from the surface, twisting and surging, as if it had absorbed countless souls.
Black hair flying freely, Edward looked down at the city below, his eyes were cold and his tone was indifferent:
"In the name of the Lord of the Blood Clan, I declare that from today on, Chelyabinsk will be included in the territory of the Blood Clan!"
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