Chapter 1262: A Standard Crushing

"Who on earth are these people!"

"Kill them for me!"

The leader of this Cossack Cavalry unit was also a man with a big beard.

He was shocked on the spot. In just a single instant, three hundred of his own men had actually suffered a loss of one hundred!

One Black Devil Army soldier for every one of them.

It was just that precise!

Zhai Shiqing nodded with satisfaction at the soldiers he had brought out.

"The Black Devil Army!"

Suddenly, a cry of alarm erupted from the chaotic Cossack Cavalry.

"What?"

"Run! They are all devils!"

They had all heard the stories of this Black Devil Army; a while back, they had beaten their brother units to a pulp. Moreover, they also knew that several thousand Cossack Cavalry had gone to besiege Chukotka and had returned in defeat precisely because of this Black Devil Army. For a period afterward, this Black Devil Army became a nightmare for their Cossack Cavalry.

Although this unit had not encountered them before, under the influence of hearsay, they still felt fear in their hearts.

"Run!"

"Run my ass!"

The leader was suddenly furious.

Who were they? They were the glorious Cossack Cavalry! How could they run without even fighting? He immediately gave the order to pick up weapons and rise up to resist. Otherwise, did they really think that if they wanted to run, these people couldn't catch up? Once these Cossack Cavalry thought about it, it made sense.

Only then did they begin to reorganize their ranks, putting on their armor one after another, picking up their weapons one after another, and beginning to resist one after another.

However, during this time, the Crossbow Bolts from the Black Devil Army naturally never stopped.

Steady, accurate, and ruthless!

It was only three hundred people, not some large group, so fighting them was not difficult in the slightest.

Loading bolts, firing, extremely fast.

The sound of "thwip, thwip" was incessant for a time.

Even though the Cossack Cavalry side had begun to arm themselves and resist, a large number of them still fell!

……

"What's going on? What happened over there?"

The village head heard the chaos in the Square at the very first moment and immediately sent people out to investigate the situation. After a few Militia members took a look, they came crawling back, their faces deathly pale: "Village, Village Head... it's a group of men in black, they are... they are..."

The Militia member gathered his thoughts, only to find he didn't know how to describe it. How should he put it? Should he say they were fighting, launching a sneak attack, or... crushing them?

After thinking for a moment, he said: "They are crushing that bunch of detestable Cossack Cavalry!"

"What?"

The village head was completely stunned.

Crushing?

Cossacks?

Could these two words be put together? Was this not a joke? In this world, in all of Tsarist Russia, who didn't know that the Cossack Cavalry were an invincible existence? Wherever they went, it was like a plague of locusts, leaving people in a panic. At a time like this, you were actually saying someone was crushing them?

He didn't believe it!

The first word that popped into the village head's mind was disbelief!

"Village, Village Head, it's true..."

The Militia member made a bitter face: "Should we go help?"

The village head was stunned again.

Help?

Then the question arose: who should he go help?

Go help the Cossacks?

To hell with that!

Ever since this group of people came to his village, they had committed every evil imaginable, bullying the villagers every single day. If he weren't so bad at fighting, he would have loved to kill these Cossack Cavalry one by one.

Then go help those men in black?

That also seemed... a bit off. After all, they were still people of Tsarist Russia.

And the Cossacks were also people of Tsarist Russia. If he were to help outsiders so blatantly, it seemed a bit unjustifiable.

Moreover, looking at it, the Militia members before him had no intention of helping at all.

In fact, when they saw the Cossack Cavalry being crushed, their faces even revealed expressions of satisfaction...

"Hmm..."

The village head pondered for a moment, then suddenly let out a huge yawn: "Well, I drank some wine yesterday and couldn't hold my liquor, so I'm going back to rest... Remember, I've been sleeping since just now, I never got up, understand?"

The group looked at each other.

Good heavens, wasn't this telling a lie with eyes wide open!

But...

They loved this kind of lie!

"Hahahaha, the village head is right! Well, let's go farm the land!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's almost spring, we need to go take care of the fields!"

"Let's go!"

The Militia members also began to leave, each carrying their farm tools and hoes.

They were actually turning a blind eye to the situation with the Cossacks...

……

"Kill them for me!"

"Kill them! They aren't any devils, they're just a bunch of people, what the hell are you afraid of!"

The Cossack leader here had already gone mad.

The sudden arrival of these men in black, and their decision to strike first, had allowed them to gain the upper hand in an instant; most importantly, of course, was the blow to their morale! One had to know that the combat power and tenacity of the Cossacks should not have resulted in losing one-third of their entire squad in the very first round!

However……

The situation today was exactly that!

No one had any Method to change it.

This leader suddenly discovered that these men in black seemed to have never been to this village before, yet they seemed to know this village even better than they did!

It was as if they could utilize every part of this village, every piece of Geography, and every single thing in it!

This caused his subordinates' attacks to start yielding half the results for twice the effort.

Although the Cossack Cavalry were strong, their most famous fighting style was still that of cavalry! Which meant War Horse charges! But in this small village, their War Horses couldn't run at all, so how could they talk of charging?

Of course, when it came to melee combat, the Cossacks also had their own skills.

However……

What they hadn't expected was……

The melee ability of this Black Devil Army was actually even stronger!

"Puchi, puchi……"

These one hundred people had truly transformed into devils at this moment, beginning to harvest the heads of those on the scene.

The leader had already begun to despair, and cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

"Village Chief!"

"Where is the Militia!"

"Go quickly and find them to come help!"

"Bastards! Something like this has happened here, and yet no one has come to help!"

At this moment, he thought of the people of this village.

However, it was already too late……

His usual conduct had already determined his death today. Not only did the Village Chief provide no response, and the Militia provide no response, but even everyone on this street began to tightly shut their windows and close their doors, watching this slaughter and crushing defeat from inside their homes.

"Scoundrels!"

"They are all a bunch of scoundrels!"

Regretting it at this time was already useless.

The leader let out a roar toward the sky.

Regardless of how much unwillingness he felt.

He could only watch helplessly as his subordinates fell one by one.

This was truly a slaughter.

This was truly a standard, textbook crushing defeat.

Their Cossack Cavalry, who had always boasted of being invincible under heaven, were fighting so stiflingly for the first time in this small village.