Krisky felt that he was dead, that the group of people on the city wall called friendly soldiers would not open the door if they were killed, and that the group of Russians behind him might kill him in the next second.
"Oh God, why is this happening" Krishki remembered that three months earlier, the rebels had passed through his hometown, a beautiful village in northern Poland, and the young and vigorous Chriski had heard the propaganda of the rebels and thought that it was because of the poverty of his family that he had become inseparable from the girl he loved.
For the sake of the so-called happiness of the Polish people and the non-existent title of nobility promised by the leader of the rebel army, and a fictitious estate, Kriski joined the rebel army along with the other young people in the village.
At first, it was smooth sailing, and Christie's team swelled several times in just two days, and Polanski was chosen as a low-level officer because of his fame among his fellow countrymen.
At that time, Kriski was very ambitious, and he thought that it might not take him a few days to drive the Russians away, and then he would be able to obtain a glorious title of nobility and a beautiful estate from the hands of the legendary supreme leader of the rebels.
But since they were taken by the Supreme Leader to support the so-called His Majesty the King of Poland, they began to be unlucky, defeated, defeated and defeated, and all his fellow countrymen who participated in the rebel army died at the hands of the Russians, and they fled with the army all the way here, which looks like a castle where they are buried.
Why is this the case Kriski couldn't help but think that the whole of Poland knew that the Polish king was a lackey of the Russians, and now he was actually fighting with the Russians, and more importantly, their rebel army was actually going to submit to the incompetent King His Majesty, could all this be just a joke played by God!
Behind him came the sound of Russian shelling and the characteristic sound of Ulla, and Krishki knew that the Russians were coming, and the Polish soldiers, who had been crowded at the city gates, began to flee in all directions, and Polanski was no exception, he threw away his weapon and tried to run faster.
But everything seemed to be in vain, and Kriski clearly saw how the Polish soldiers running in front of him were chased and killed by the Russian cavalry.
And behind him was the constant shouts of Russian infantry, and Klisky never felt that he was so close to death.
"I can't stand it anymore, I'm going home" One of the soldiers next to Kriski, who had been scared away, fled like mad in pain "I don't want a title of nobility and a manor, I want to go home, I want to go back to take care of my mother who raised me, and my sister who only knows how to draw" As he spoke, the Polish soldier staggered more and more "Bang" Blood splattered Krishki's face.
An officer with a pistol shouted, "Don't run around, everyone come to me."
Hurry up.
There is only one way to die for those who run around, come to me."
Hearing the shout, Krishki, who was in despair, looked up and saw a Polish officer in the uniform of a senior general shouting loudly.
And his words did have some effect, and some of the Polish soldiers were desperate and ran towards the officer's place.
Of course, more importantly, the officer was surrounded by a number of soldiers who were more elite than ordinary soldiers fending off the Russian attack, and Christie, who had seen several high-ranking members of the rebel army, understood.
Seeing that those sturdy soldiers were the legendary general's guard, Kriski also turned around and ran towards the officer's location.
But at this moment, a group of Russian cavalry quickly rushed in front of Polanski, and a Russian cavalryman stabbed him without saying a word, and Kriski quickly retreated and dodged, and when he was about to catch his breath, another Russian cavalryman slashed at his back with a saber raised.
"Poof" The saber slashed into Chriski's body.
Then he pulled it out again, and Chriskey only felt the pain in his back as if it was about to be torn apart by life, and his hand touched back, and when he took it, he saw that it was all blood, and at this moment.
He felt that his strength was rapidly draining.
Just when Krisky was stunned, the Russian cavalryman who had just dodged rushed forward again, and when he saw Klisky, who was a little stunned, the Russian cavalryman smirked and stabbed the saber into Kriski's chest.
After this stab.
A look of relief appeared on Krishki's face, and he was in a trance.
He seemed to see his hometown, that beautiful Polish village, and his mother was leaning against the door and looking with concern, when suddenly she ran towards Kriski as if she had seen someone.
"Mom" It's a pity that this sentence can no longer be spoken............
The tragedy outside the city of Kazakh Fort lasted a whole day, countless Polish soldiers were cut off by the Russian army and hung on bayonets to show off, and some captured Polish soldiers were also driven to the city of Kazakh Fort by the Russian army, of course, the Russians were not kind enough to let this Polish soldier go.
After driving the Polish soldiers to the city, the Russians behind them forced the Polish captives to kneel, and then the Russians pointed their bayonets at the captives' heads.
"No......
No!
” Seeing this scene, Yevisky rushed to the edge of the city wall and howled loudly But apparently the Russians were not prepared to listen to Yevisky, only to see a bayonet stabbed into the body of a Polish prisoner to the laughter of a Russian officer.
One of the Russians seemed to be a new recruit, and his somewhat agitated hand did not seem to hold the bayonet in his hand, and his bayonet was the only one in the row of Russian troops that did not pierce the body of the Polish prisoner.
"Help!
Who will save me, no...
I don't want to die!
” But the captive in front of him was visibly agitated, and when he saw that all the captives around him had been killed, he shouted loudly and heedlessly.
Well, there was a lot of laughter in the Russian army, and the Russian recruit was a little overwhelmed by this burst of laughter.
"You shit, you are a Slav or not, you are simply a disgrace to our Russia!
What fool recruited you into the army, blind thing" The laughter of the Russian soldiers aroused the idea of a Russian officer not far away, and after seeing this, his nose was almost crooked, and he scolded the Russian soldier while whipping it.
After a sharp convinc, the poor Russian recruit didn't even have the strength to wail, so he could only lie on the ground and keep sobbing.
"You shit, look at your bear-like look, get up for me, get up quickly" The Russian officer scolded as if he was angry, and stepped forward to kick a few more times, and under the violent treatment of the Russian officer, the Russian recruit endured the pain in his body and got up from the ground, and then picked up the weapon on the ground again.
"Aim at the stupid, if you miss again this time, Lao Tzu will let you know what life is better than death" The Russian officer kept shouting threats beside the recruit, and under his threat, the Russian recruit's eyes gradually revealed a panicked expression, and the recruit swallowed his saliva, and then put the bayonet against the prisoner's back again.
"Thorn, stupid, aim, harder, do you hear me!"
After a while, the Russian officer shouted impatiently The officer's words sounded in the ears of the recruits like a talisman, and then the recruits remembered their young parents, as serfs, the life of the recruits' parents can be imagined, and the military service that should have been borne by the son of the landlord's family fell on his head, and before he left, the landlord came to his house and dropped a loaf of bread and took him away from home, and when he went out, his mother chased after him and stroked her son one last time, but this action was rudely interrupted by the landlord's thugs, Not only that, but the landlord's thugs also beat his parents severely.
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And he was firmly pressed to the ground by the two landlords' thugs and watched his parents be beaten all over the body, when the landlord saw the unwilling and struggling eyes in his eyes, the landlord smiled and said: "Little ghost, your family is a serf, your ancestors have been slaves of my family for generations, now I see that your family is pitiful, give you a background, you go to the army to be a soldier, if you do well, maybe, and you can be a master yourself in the future, boy, I am appreciating you, you have to do it well" As he spoke, the landlord looked at him with sneering eyes, an expression he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Thinking of the sins of his parents, of the sneering expressions of the landlords "Ahhh!!
h The Russian recruit kicked the Polish prisoner kneeling in front of him to the ground, and then the bayonet stabbed the poor prisoner on the ground, stabbed and pulled out, and stabbed again, and the Russian recruit vented his brutality on the body of the Polish prisoner as if he were crazy.
The soldiers who originally gathered around the recruits to watch the excitement no longer laughed at the performance of the recruits, as if they saw their own shadows in the recruits.
After a while, the recruit came back to his senses, and looked at the corpse on the ground, which had been stabbed by himself, and the recruit cried: "Mommy, Mommy, Uh-huh........"
In the midst of the cry, the recruit fell to the ground in a daze, and the officer behind him did not whip him as before, but quietly watched the transformation of a man from a serf to a soldier.
On the side of the battlefield, there are also some Russian cavalry who tie the head and feet of a captive to a horse as if showing off, and then spur the horse to run in the opposite direction, so that when the horse runs, the prisoner of war will be torn in half, and those Russian cavalry are not ashamed but proud, but laughed, obviously they are making fun of it.
On this day, everyone in the city of Kazakhburg will never forget, more than 10,000 Polish army prisoners were tortured and killed by the Russian ** team under the city, and the corpses of those tortured and killed were finally burned clean.
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