The Crescent of the Sultan

Imbat Sultan and Imam Sharifali discuss migration issues in the North Caucasus.

"The reinforcements promised by the Sultan should be arriving soon. We must hurry up. Repnin, the bastard, has been attacking the border more and more frequently. They seem to have noticed something, and are increasing their attacks on us intentionally or unintentionally. The intensity of the siege.”

Imam Sherifali asked worriedly.

"It should be in the past few days. The sultan promised to provide an army of about 5,000 people, which is enough."

"Five thousand people! Sultan, what do you want to do? We don't need to owe the Sultan such a big favor. We only need a small number of troops to help us guard the border so that we have time to evacuate. "

"Me? What do I want to do? Sherifali, you don't think that this bastard Repnin killed so many of our people, so let's just forget about it.

I have asked the Sultan that we will provide light cavalry to the commander of the Ottoman army.

I want to give Repnin a hard blow before I leave. I think back then, Ivan the Terrible still needed our help, but Catherine II, the usurper, dared to treat us like this. She must pay the price. "

"But have you ever thought about how we can repay the Sultan for his help? This will only make us Circassians lose our independent status.

Sherifali said angrily. He didn't understand what his old friend was thinking and how he made such a decision.

Sultan smiled and said disdainfully.

"Don't act stupid, look at what happened to the Poles, you can't save your people by living in a dream.

Poland is also a big country, but what is its outcome?

Not to mention us, how much territory do we have? What is the population?

When we decided to join the Ottoman Empire, we sold ourselves to the Sultan.

Freedom, culture, and race are not important to me. I only have one request: let the people of my tribe survive. That is enough.

You have also seen the Sultan’s domestic policies. As Muslims, we have an advantage. We can allow our people to live and live well without being caught between big countries. Isn’t this what our people want? Well. "

Sharifali couldn't help but lower his head. Sultan was right, he was indeed deceiving himself.

The fate of the Poles is a reminder that the law of the jungle has always been the tone of the world.

The Circassians living on the grasslands have long understood this truth

Under the current circumstances, the Circassians must abandon others while choosing life.

Sharifali let out a heavy sigh, and leaned on the pillar and slid weakly to the ground.

It's not that he doesn't know this fact, he just has illusions.

"Okay, stand up. You are the best light cavalry commander. This time I have to rely on you to defeat those damn Cossacks. They have the blood of the tribe on their hands. We must take revenge."

Sultan pulled Sherifali up, and the guards outside the door walked in at this time.

"Sir, someone from the Ottoman Empire has arrived, but his face does not look like someone from the Ottoman Empire, he looks like a Polish person."

"Poles?" The two of them walked out with doubts.

Standing outside the door was a tall, heroic officer. As soon as the two saw each other, they immediately judged that the other party belonged to the cavalry.

As for why, it is probably the unique temperament of the cavalry.

The officer smiled and said: "You two, don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"

Imbat Sultan then smiled and said, "Please come in."

The visitor took off his military cap, put it on the coffee table aside, sat on the sofa, and began to introduce himself.

"You two, I guess you have a lot of doubts, so I won't ask you questions and will answer them directly.

I am Dombrowski, a man who rushed back to try to save his homeland when he heard it was at war with other countries, or in other words, a man whose country perished. "

Dombrowski said with a smile, but both Imbat Sultan and Imam Sherifali could read the bitterness in that smile, the bitterness of trying their best but being unable to change their fate. This kind of bitterness is about to befall them.

Sultan then asked: "If I remember correctly, you seem to be good at commanding cavalry, but what we lack is not cavalry, but muskets."

Dombrowski said immediately.

"Sir, don't worry about my abilities. A person who has lost his country always needs a few more skills, especially a soldier.

General Kosciuszko and Prince Potoniaski both tutored me in the use of infantry and artillery, and I proved my ability at the Battle of Brest.

Of course, the most important thing is that Repnin is not here at this time. He returned to St. Petersburg to report to the usurper Catherine II. After all, the two of them have led the Circassians for so long. The tyrant was already impatient with waiting.

The person staying here is the Russian Major General Alexei, a waste who is just dawdling.

I was sure to give him a serious blow, after all, I brought a full brigade of troops and a thousand hussars. "

Imam Sherifali stopped Sultan who wanted to continue questioning, and then said.

"In this case, then be prepared. We have arranged for the people in the rear to evacuate. We must do it as soon as possible."

"Of course, both of you."

Dombrowski laughed.

"This is exactly what I, a man who has lost his country, expect. Let's discuss the battle plan."

Dombrowski took out a map, pointed to the location of the Russian army, and then said.

"We definitely don't have the ability to attack by force, and we don't need to attack by force. This idiot Alexei likes to take credit, so we can just lure the opponent out."

"Seduction, how to seduce?"

Sultan asked in confusion.

Dombrowski laughed.

"Don't you two feel that the Russians have been attacking you more and more frequently recently?"

Sultan asked immediately, he was a little disbelieving.

"you mean?"

"Just as you guessed, someone inside the empire tipped off the Russians.

However, the Sultan's spy, Lord Justinian, has already identified this person. We have kept him until now just to deliver some false news at the critical moment.

And the news Alexey got is exactly your evacuation route. With his character, he will definitely lead troops to ambush.

When the time comes, you can disguise the infantry as civilians. When this loser Alexei takes action, our chance will come. "

Sherifali couldn't help but said: "So we have to be a bait again, right?"

Dombrowski said: "Relax, sir, we are all the same. We are chess pieces, not chess players. Let's make good chess pieces first and don't think too much."

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