Facing the impact of the winged cavalry, the Boye cavalry in front of the village did not choose to defend passively, but launched a counter charge in a crescent formation.

    Yes, these heavy cavalry composed of the children of the middle and small aristocrats of Czar Russia never knew what defense was. All they know is to attack and attack again.

    If the winged cavalry attacked the thick infantry square, it was the waves hitting the reef, then the collision between the winged cavalry and the Boyer cavalry was like two surging floods.

    The currents collided and splashed. Countless lances and spears were broken and sawdust splashed; A famous armored Knight fell off his horse and made a dull noise like an iron bucket falling to the ground; The neighing of wounded horses and the roar of knights gathered together.

    In this round, neither the Polish wing cavalry led by doronin nor the Boye cavalry of Czar Russia took advantage. Although the winged cavalry caused more casualties to their opponents, the warriors of the Boye cavalry did not let their opponents tear their own defense, but dragged the winged cavalry into hand to hand combat.

    In close combat, the blunt weapon in the hands of the Boyer cavalry is more lethal than the saber of the winged cavalry. The saber can only cut a few shallow scratches on the mirror armor of the Boye cavalry. Only when it hits the other party''s arm and other parts without armor protection can it cause damage. As long as the blunt weapon of the Boyer cavalry hits the breastplate of the winged cavalry, it can break the opponent''s bones and tendons.

    In a twinkling of an eye, more than a dozen winged cavalry soldiers dragged like melee were killed.

    Doronin struggled to pull his legs from under the horse and staggered to his feet. His horse was stabbed in the chest by a riding gun in the collision between iron and blood just now. Under the pain of eating, the horse lifted its front hooves and stood up, and then rolled over to the ground. Fortunately, the Boye cavalry around him focused on the winged cavalry who did not fall, and he narrowly escaped.

    He saw with his own eyes that several companions were easily knocked down by a Boye cavalry. He knew that if he continued to struggle, it was obviously his own short and the enemy''s long.

    "Regroup, regroup," doronin shouted, riding on an ownerless horse.

    The cry caught the attention of a nearby Bowyer cavalry who was knocking down a winged cavalry. The Boyer cavalry rushed out of the stab, pointed the leaf hammer at doronin''s helmet and was ready to hit it.

    At such a close distance, I don''t even have time to draw a knife to resist doronin. He just instinctively raised his arm to block his face.

    Such a powerful blow did not fall in the end. With the sound of a gun, a hole the size of a little thumb appeared in the breastplate of the Boye cavalry. His front chest seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. His whole body leaned back, and then he fell to the ground reluctantly.

    "Young master, are you okay?"

    An old figure sounded behind doronin.

    Doronin looked back and found that it was kovinuski, his old servant. Kovinuski was an old servant of the doronin family. He accompanied doronin''s father and grandfather in the battle of King sigmundes''s capture of Moscow. The old man is loyal to the doronin family, and doronin can only trust him to do many things. Like the rescue of Catherine. Doronin didn''t want kovinuski to follow in this raid. The old man is old after all. Kovinusky insisted on coming, and in order to show that he was old and strong, the old man broke a horseshoe straight with his own hands.

    "I''m fine, kovinuski," said doronin.

    Kovinuski escorted doronin out of the regiment.

    "Young master, go back and reorganize the line, or we will suffer a heavy loss if it goes on like this. I''m in the way here." kovinuski obviously saw the adverse situation of the war. He threw his smoking pistol on the ground and pulled out a new pistol. The old man shouted and rushed in with a saber in one hand and a pistol in the other.

    At this time, the Russian troops on both sides have further squeezed the range of activities of the Polish army. Although the CADIS try their best to block the advance of the enemy infantry with fire guns, the firepower of the Dragon cavalry is weak after all.

    With the further disadvantageous situation of the war, some timid soldiers began to flee back to the village. I forgot how the two thousand Russian troops perished before.

    Doronin took over the king''s flag in the flagman''s hand and waved it with all his strength, attracting the scattered winged cavalry to gather towards him. The Russian artillery on the hill also noticed him. Several guns adjusted their positions one after another, and the muzzle sprayed flames.

    A series of shells fell around doronin, and a burst of dust was flying. But doronin was as unharmed as the goddess of national protection. Such a miracle scared the Russian artillery who fired the gun out of their wits and kept crossing, thinking that doronin had done some magic.

    Gradually, more than 100 winged cavalry gathered around doronin.

    "Charge, charge," doronin shouted.

    "Commander, my lance is broken," someone shouted.

    "What about your saber? Is it broken, too?" cried doronin.

    "No, sir. My saber is still there."

    "Then straighten your arm. Use the saber as the tip of the gun, and your arm is the barrel of the gun."

    This time, more than 100 cavalry lined up in two rows.

    Doronin waved the flag.

    The horse galloped again.

    This time, the Russian cavalry, also dragged into a scuffle, could not be organized effectively. In the face of the renewed charge of the winged cavalry, some Boye cavalry even faced the impact with their horses sideways.

    The iron wall of the Russian army was finally pierced. Through this gap, the Dragon cavalry and infantry fighting on both wings poured out in a flood.

    Although the hole was soon blocked back, more than 200 Polish troops escaped. The rest knew there was no hope of breaking through, and all threw down their weapons and surrendered.

    "Now I finally know why in the battle of hesino, even if we had 30000 people, we were defeated by 5000 winged cavalry," sighed general Yakov cherkaski. The Russian general witnessed the heroic fighting of the Polish army, especially the winged cavalry.

    "Their cavalry may still be strong, but this country is not the country it used to be," said Prince Alexei with a blue face.

    "And even if they break out, it doesn''t mean they can return to Smolensk alive."

    "Do you have a plan?" general Yakov cherkaski asked.

    Prince Alexei did not answer.

    At the same time, the defeated troops who broke out walked down the road to Smolensk. At this time, there were only more than 100 people left in the Polish army. Some people dispersed on the road, and some people left the brigade halfway. The rest of the people were also injured. From time to time, injured people and horses fell on the road.

    Along the way, doronin bowed his head. He was grieving for the great loss he had caused.

    "Young master, no one can do better than you," kovinuski comforted doronin.

    Doronin still didn''t speak. He knows very well. What if he plays well? The last reserves of the garrison were destroyed in their own hands, and these forces could not be supplemented.

    "Young master," kovinusky shouted again, and he wanted to say something encouraging.

    The old man couldn''t bear doronin''s self abandonment.

    Bang. A sudden row of gunshots interrupted kovinuski''s speech. Four or five blood holes appeared in the old man''s body, and the bright red blood kept flowing out of the blood hole. Finally, the old man reluctantly fell off the horse.

    "Kovinusky!" doronin shouted sadly. He looked sadly in the direction of the gun.

    In the woods on both sides of the road, several caravans rushed up the road. These caravans are obviously specially modified, with several small caliber flang machine cannons on them.

    Heads with only a lock of hair sprouted from the edge of the caravan.

    It''s the zaporoze Cossack rebels!

    Doronin''s pupils suddenly contracted