Chapter 979: Desperate Battle

With the fall of Suriysk, the city of Krinthler to the east was attacked by cavalry, and Suriysk and Krinthler fell one after the other, meaning that the entire Northern Dvina River was no longer under Kipros' control. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The cavalry of the ancient town of Info arranged several cordoned areas along the North Dvina, directly cutting off the hope of the Slavs to the south. The truth is so cruel that Tchaidorf never dreamed that the Rogda Hills would face a desperate situation so soon. Now there are not many options left for Zaidov, there are only two ways to go, either fight or surrender, if you want to retreat, it is absolutely impossible, with the strength in your hands, if you want to recapture Surisk or Kolinsler in the hands of the Easterners, there is no hope, if you want to force the North Dvina, it is tantamount to a dead end, from the Rogda hills to the banks of the North Dvina, is a vast plain, where is the world of the Eastern cavalry.

Surrender? After all, Tchaidov could not make such a decision, how could he surrender, as a nobleman of Turov and a minister trusted by Grand Duke Vyache? Tens of thousands of Slavs are young and strong, once they surrender to the Orientals, they will become a group of Slavic servant armies in the blink of an eye, which is simply helping the Orientals to increase their strength, even if they can't become servant armies, tens of thousands of laborers alone can create countless values. Zadov could not surrender, neither for the honor of the nobility nor for the sake of the future Istrian heights, and could not give tens of thousands of young men to the Easterners. But if it doesn't fall, what will happen to the result, I'm afraid that the Rogda Hills will be full of corpses. Overnight, Tchaidov seemed to be twenty years old, the white hair on his sideburns became more and more obvious, and the black eye sockets showed that he was tired, and he had not slept all night, just to make a decision. In the end, he chose to continue fighting, perhaps cruelly and ruthlessly, but so what? You're going to die, and after you die, do you care what others say? Since you want to fight, you have to be ruthless, even if you die, you have to pull a few Orientals on your back. Despair can be devastating at times, but equally, sometimes the most powerful power erupts in a desperate situation.

Several legionary consuls gathered around Tchaidov, one bad news after another, these Slavic men had already been tortured, Tchaidov's eyes were cold, and he clenched the broadsword in his hand tightly, "I don't need to tell you about the specific situation, the Easterners have captured Surisk and Kolinsler, and the entire Northern Dvina River is no longer under our control, so don't have the idea of retreating." Now, there is only one way in front of us, that is, to fight, we now have tens of thousands of combat power in our hands, and the Orientals have to pay a certain price if they want to swallow us. ”

The reaction of several consuls and judicial officers was a little faint, to this point, everyone's mentality has also changed dramatically, but not everyone is brave and fearless and not afraid of death, including those eastern nobles, they are not Viache's cronies, naturally they are not willing to die in the Rogda hills. Of course, Tchaidov knew what his subordinates were thinking, he stared at everyone, the corners of his mouth turned upward, "Of course, I won't force everyone, if anyone wants to surrender to the Orientals, bring it up as soon as possible, otherwise after today, if you dare to disturb the morale of the army, then don't blame me for being unkind." Well, here's a chance for you. ”

At this moment, the people around hesitated, and everyone exchanged words and discussions, and finally three people stood up, "Your Excellency, now that the battle situation is hopeless, we don't want our sons to die innocently, and please allow us to take people away." ”

"Okay, you can go" Tchaidov waved his hand, his tone was very refreshing, the three of them were very happy, and turned around to leave, but as soon as they walked a few feet, more than a dozen black-clothed guards rushed up, and without saying a word, they stabbed several high-ranking nobles to death. From beginning to end, Zadov's expression remained unchanged, maintaining a strange smile, seeing that the three nobles died, and the rest of the officers were all secretly lucky, fortunately they did not leave in a hurry, otherwise they would have accompanied the three fellows to see God. Tchaidov retracted his smile, thrust his broadsword into the ground, and snorted a little suspiciously, "Is there anyone else who wants to surrender?" These three people are the end. I tell you, no one wants to leave the Rogda Hills alive, and you don't have any dreams, don't you know about going to the Colosseum of Toika? ”

There are not many legends about the Upper Toika Gladiatorial Arena, where the Orientals turned the skinning soldiers into wolves, and the little blood demon Kayev was the worst, being eaten to death by several rats. In the Grand Duchy of Kiev, many Slavic people called the Easterners messengers of the devil, and they were ten times more terrible than the skinners. Zadov's words worked, and the living Slavic nobles had to think about the fate of surrender, of course, not all, at least some remained skeptical. Zadov also did not expect all the Slavic nobles to be obedient, as long as the majority of the people were in control, it was enough, and some made up their minds to surrender, then there was no way.

"From now on, all the soldiers and horses will be concentrated within a radius of ten miles, and the outer positions will be given to the Orientals, and we will fight to the death with the Orientals in the ten-mile hinterland" Zadov drew his broadsword, his eyes sharp, and none of the consuls and legal officers spoke out against it.

Tchaidov was determined to fight hard, and the Slavic soldiers complied, and on the morning of the tenth day of April, the Slavic soldiers began to shrink into the hilly hinterland, giving way to the outer valleys. At the eastern command post, Yang Zaixing also rushed from Surisk to the front line in the eastern part of the hills, Gao Chong, Yelusha, and Haidongzhu all arrived in the column, Yang Zaixing first expressed his opinion, "Now that the Northern Dvina River basin has been controlled by us, the Slavs have been cut off, and they have shrunk their forces, it seems that they are going to concentrate their forces and fight us to the death." Yang suggested letting go of the southern part of the hills, attacking from the east, west and north, and adopting a step-by-step approach, not giving the Slavs a chance to fight back. ”

"Well, Gao agrees with General Yang, most of the southern part of the hills is a gentle area, and even if the Slavs escape, they can't escape from the palms of the cavalry. Judging from the previous encounters, our first task is to seize a dozen commanding heights in the northern center, as long as we have these commanding heights, we can have an overview of the overall situation and better grasp the arrangement of Slavic troops and horses. ”

What Yang Zaixing and Gao Chong said was already very perfect, and Yelusha and Hai Dongzhu added a little, and the general attack plan was decided. On the eleventh day of April, the golden sun sprinkled on the green hills, the rolling high slopes, and the waves that wanted to continue to rush, 10,000 elite soldiers led by Gao Pet went straight to the center of the north, and the goal of Gao Pet's headquarters was very clear, they didn't care whether there were Slavic ambushes on both sides of the valley, and kept attacking forward, aiming at the highest point of the Rogda hills, the No. 8 height. Heights No. 8 are so high that by taking advantage of the clairvoyant, one-sixth of the northeastern part of the hill will be visible at a glance, and the deployment of the Slavs can no longer be hidden.

This attack was completely different, the soldiers in front raised their shields, the attack was mainly spearmen and crossbowmen, and a large number of arrows were prepared in order to deal with the Rogda hills. Ren Phenol, as the commander, personally acted as the vanguard, and because the Slavs automatically gave up the outer positions, it was very smooth at first, but when they approached the one-mile range of Heights 8, the Slavs' resistance became fierce. The Slavs also understood the importance of Heights 8, so they concentrated many forces around it. After Ren Phenol broke through the first round of resistance, a large number of Slavs suddenly appeared on the gentle slopes on both sides of the valley road, they were armed with javelins, and Ula Ullah's threw them down, and many soldiers had no time to dodge and were stabbed squarely. Ren Pheno's face changed greatly, and he waved his knife and roared, "The shield bearers cover on both sides, everyone retreats, send a signal, and nail these bitches." ”

After a period of confusion, the soldiers adapted to the Slavs' attack, and with cover on both sides of the shields, hundreds of vanguard soldiers retreated along the valley road, and at the same time a burst of arrows rose into the sky. Repelled the attack of Ding****, those Slavs cheered happily, but they didn't be happy for long, their smiles turned into bitterness, and suddenly they couldn't feel the warmth of the sun, a shadow under their feet, and when they looked up, the terrifying rain of arrows fell like this, this kind of large-scale projectile, there was no place to dodge at all. Bang bang many Slavs were crucified on the gentle slope, some of them dodging with round shields, there was a constant popping sound, and the rain of arrows lasted for half a cup of tea. When the rain of arrows stopped, the Slavs finally raised their heads, and as far as they could see, the vast grass was full of corpses, many nailed like hedgehogs. What a rain of extravagant arrows, the Slavic soldiers found that the Easterners were attacking in a completely different way than before, and they were now attacking more violently and with more courage.

As soon as the arrow rain stopped, Ren Phenol led people to rush up, this time the resistance was very small, most of the Slavs were nailed to death by the arrow rain, and some of the sparse ones who survived could not become any climate. After taking the high slope of the valley, the crossbowmen began to follow, and they gathered their arrows in preparation for the next round of covering attacks.

Under the leadership of Ren Phenol, at the end of the three hours, they finally occupied the Eighth Height, and the more than 4,000 Slavs surrounding the Eighth Heights were killed and wounded, and most of them died under the crazy and extravagant arrow rain. At the end of the day's fighting, Tchaidov listened to the judicial officer's report on the casualties, and when he heard the casualty figures, his heart ached, and in just one day, more than 10,000 people were lost.

By this time, a lot of things had been figured out. Before, it was not that the Orientals could not take the Rogda hills, but that they hid a hand and deliberately formed that stalemate. As for why they did this, the reason is simple, they are afraid that the Slavic warriors will escape. Now that the back road has been cut off, the Orientals don't have too many scruples, all kinds of offensive methods are coming, and the most hateful thing is that they seem to attack fiercely, but try to avoid short-handed encounters. The shield is in the way, and as soon as it encounters a tricky resistance, it is covered by a rain of arrows, after so many years of fighting, when have the Slavic warriors seen such a crazy way of attacking? The Orientals don't have to worry about the lack of arrows at all, a relentless rain of arrows occupies a high ground, and then the arrows are recycled to continue the next attack, Tchaidov is full of powerlessness, he can be regarded as experiencing what is called the difference in strength. The Oriental way of attacking is not fancy at all, any way is on the surface, but what can be done?

Strength is sometimes stronger than any conspiracy, and the Oriental people use strong strength to crush it. Now that the highest point of the hill has fallen, the Easterners will launch a fierce attack on the northeast early tomorrow morning, and the Slavs who remain there are less than lucky, knowing this, but Chaidov cannot think of a single remedy.

The next day, Ding **** continued the offensive of the first day, not only that, but on this day he also used a simple trebuchet to throw a large amount of fire oil into the hinterland of the hills, and as the rockets fell, many Slavic soldiers in the valley became burning men. There is no mercy to be said in war, and all means are for victory. Under the repeated blows, more than 3,000 Slavs stationed in the northeast of the eighth high point were successfully exterminated, and these poor Slavs only saw the figure of the Orientals, and their faces were desperate and did not get a chance. By the next night, many of the Slavic soldiers had collapsed, some holding their heads and weeping, and this desperate struggle had plunged them into despair.

"Don't fight.... If you don't fight, how can you fight this, today we have a team of 1,000 people, stationed on Gaopo for an hour, and we were beaten by the Orientals to the point that there were not even fifty people left. Poor Captain Quema, when he died like a hedgehog, Captain Prin was also burned to black coal, the Orientals are devils, they are demons crawling out of hell" A young Slavic soldier pulled his hair and his face was full of cloudy tears.

At night, there were the cries of the Slavs everywhere, and they trembled in the face of death, but were they wrong, and who was not afraid of death? Tchaidov sat lonely beside a stone, staring blankly at the night sky, was he really right to do this, single-handedly sent tens of thousands of Slavic young men to the point of no return, and many Slavic children were frightened crazy. Today, they saw with their own eyes that many familiar people were burned to black, the attack of the Easterners became more violent, many positions were ploughed several times by a rain of arrows, and how many people were lost, Tchaidov did not count, he was afraid that after hearing the number of casualties, he would not be able to stand it and faint.

The dry hand reached into his bosom and pulled out the cold cross, God, what sin did Kipros do to be punished like this? Will the horseshoe of the Orientals have to flatten Kipros before they are willing to rest?

"My lord, save your people, who will punish the demons who are wreaking havoc on this land?" Tchaidov didn't know if his prayers were useful, he didn't even know if the God he believed in existed, he just needed a little sustenance, and without God, he didn't know if he could continue to live on his feet. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, mixed with thick moisture. Hehe, is it going to rain, this is really a house leak that happened to rain overnight.

Many of the Slavic soldiers lost hope, as did the nobles, and although Tchaidov's ruthless tactics frightened the crowd, some people still had the idea of surrendering. If you can't fight it, if you continue to fight, everyone will have to die in the Rogda hills.

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