"Boom ......"

A dull loud bang came, and I saw a huge stone falling from the sky and smashing into the outside of the Russian camp.

Ostorov's eyes froze, and he finally knew what the Tatars were up to in mind. Taking advantage of the cover of night, he pushed the trebuchet to the vicinity outside the camp.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

One after another, boulders were thrown across the dark night sky from all sides of the camp. Several of these boulders crashed into the camp of the Russian army.

A carriage not far from Ostolov was hit by a boulder and was smashed to pieces in an instant, and several Cossacks on the carriage screamed, one of whom was killed at that time.

The hit rate of the trebuchet is actually not high, and more than half of the boulders have not been able to hit the camp, but for the camp's Maozi, it has caused a lot of psychological pressure.

The Russian camp was already in chaos, and the sleeping Maozi ran out of the tents in rags, shouting, pushing, and even fighting, and dodging boulders thrown by trebuchets from time to time.

"Fire...... Artillery ......"

Ostov loudly ordered the artillery to fire, and then rushed to the camp with a group of officers, brandishing a leather whip and whipping the chaotic crowd, and worked hard for a long time to stabilize the chaotic situation in the camp.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

With the sound of artillery, more than a dozen artillery pieces of the Russian army also began to roar.

One shell after another whistled and smashed into the dark night, but because of the night, the Russian army could not find the exact location of the opponent's trebuchet at all, and could only shoot indiscriminately.

At this moment, the night sky around the camp suddenly shone like day, and fireballs continued to rise from all directions. Across the dark night sky, they smashed down on the Russian military camp.

Ostolov looked up at the fireballs in the air, turned his head and shouted: "Beware of fire ......"

"Boom...... Boom ......"

Fireballs fell to the ground one after another, and although most of them landed outside the camp, there were still a few fireballs that exploded in the camp, countless scattered flames. Instantly burst out in all directions.

The scattered flames, all burning grease, burst into the camp's tents, wagons, and stacks of supplies, quickly hitting them and burning violently, and were difficult to extinguish.

Moreover, fireballs were constantly being thrown around the Russian camp, and the entire camp was full of ignited flames. made the Russian Maozi desperately fight the fire everywhere, but because there was too much grease splashed everywhere, the flames still spread.

Ostorov was also part of the firefighting team, his hair and beard burned upside down by the flames. He constantly commanded Maozi in the camp to fight the fire, and he was constantly thinking of countermeasures.

"Boom ......"

There was an earth-shattering bang in the camp. Ostorov's eyes darkened, it was the camp gunpowder that was detonated.

Ostorov was ruthless, grabbed a Cossack leader, and roared loudly: "You take all the cavalry, destroy the trebuchet of the Tatars outside for me, go and ......"

In a few moments, several carriages of the camp were moved away, and more than a thousand Cossack cavalry roared out of the camp. Rushed towards the Tatars outside the camp. A large number of Maozi also rushed out of the camp with arquebuses. Kill the past in the distance.

Ostolov can only fight now, and if he sits still like this, this battle will not have to be fought, and the hearts of the people below will be scattered.

Fortunately, the Tatars fired fireballs, which also exposed the location of the trebuchet. Under the constant attack of the Cossack cavalry and the musketeers of Maozi, as well as the artillery of the camp. After a long night's work, I finally burned all the trebuchets.

But that night, Maozi lost more than 300 people again, and the biggest loss was supplies, and the remaining gunpowder was less than half. A lot of grain was also burned.

In the face of the Russian counterattack, the Tatars did not dwell too much, but threw a few rounds of arrows at Maozi, and then took the initiative to burn the trebuchet, and then disappeared into the night.

Ostov stood next to a burned-out trebuchet, his face very gloomy. These shoddy trebuchets looked like they were hastily made by the Tatars.

But such a rough trebuchet made them lose a lot again tonight. Ostorov knew in his heart that it was time to retreat, and if they stayed here, they would have to be dragged to death by the Tatars.

What he couldn't figure out the most was when the Tatars had become so cunning. A dozen years ago he also fought against the Buryat Tatars on the Yeseny River. A few years ago he also fought with the Kalmyks and Tatars of the Barabin steppes.

He was also able to win when he led hundreds of Cossacks against the attack of thousands of Tatars. Many Tatars had never seen the sound of arquebuses at all, and as soon as a dense arquebus rang out, the opponent would basically collapse at the first touch.

In the face of the frantically charging Tatars, the Cossacks used a phalanx to circle the arquebusiers in the middle, and constantly fired, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy.

But why is the Tatar facing by Ostolov so difficult today? Although they used the same primitive weapons, these Tatars, who had only known how to frantically attack Russian strongholds with crowd tactics in the past, seemed to have learned to use tactics all at once.

Moreover, these tactics are very reasonable and effective, in the face of a relatively small number of Russian troops, the Tatars make full use of the advantage of numbers to surround them without fighting, just to slowly drag them down. Even if these Tatars were not equipped with a single firearm, they still tortured the Russian army to exhaustion and suffered heavy losses.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ostov immediately summoned all the officers and Cossack chiefs and gave them the order to retreat. All Maozi received the order to retreat, and they all cheered excitedly.

But it is also not an easy task to withdraw to the west of the Urals. These Tatars were so cunning that they could not be allowed to withdraw to Russia with ease.

Ostorov distributed the supplies evenly among each Maozi, discarded all the useless materials, and then quickly retreated in the direction of the Ural Mountains.

The retreat was fraught with hardships, with the Tatars constantly following them, harassing them at every opportunity, and launching night raids from time to time, making the retreat a hellish journey.

But the will of the Russian Maozi and the Cossacks is really very tenacious. Despite their fatigue, they marched day and night, and in the face of constant harassment from the Tatars, they fought stubbornly and finally withdrew to the area west of the Urals.

When they returned to Russian territory, the countless Russian Maozi gathered in the area west of the Ural Mountains, all of whom were stunned when they looked at Ostov's team. (To be continued.) )