Summary of the work
In 1648, the Polish King's Army and the Cossack Tatar coalition began a war of blood and fire. There are imposing large-scale battles, as well as heart-wrenching skirmishes, ambushes and encounters, while the fierce defense of Zbarazh is the center of gravity of the novel. Wie?liowiecki, the outstanding commander of the Polish King's Army, looks at the big picture and leads by example, commanding the Polish King's Army to fight against Herminierzki's Cossack Tatar coalition. Although Herminierzki was also a general, he was extremely vicious and vengeful. In order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to sell out his country's interests and colluded with Tartars and Russia, which caused his compatriots to be trapped in deep water. Skrzydowski and Bohun both fell in love with Helena, the cunning Bohun to hide her in a hidden place, so that Helena's heart was greatly hurt, it is the resourceful Chagvobah to save her out. Skrzydowski, although attached to his beloved, but he first put into the fight to protect the country, in the defense of Zbarazh only break through the siege, rescued the besieged troops, and finally was able to meet with his longed-for lover. Longjin Podbipinta is also a patriotic knight, he is strong, made a monumental battle, and finally died in the defense of Zbarazh.
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CHAPTER XXV
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But all these battles were nothing compared with the mighty attack made on July 19th on the trenches of the King's army. The very first night the Cossacks built a very high ridge of earth opposite the various commands of Vyshlyovitsky. Large-caliber artillery fired frequently from that ridge for a whole day. As soon as daylight had passed, and the first stars had just dawned in the pale sky, tens of thousands of troops of the Cossack Tatar coalition made a violent charge on the king's army. At the same time, dozens of terribly tall machines, resembling towers, appeared from afar, slowly rolling towards the direction of the king's trenches. There were drawbridges hanging from both sides of these machines, and their shapes resembled the wings of demonic monsters. These drawbridges were to be erected over the moat. The tops of the machines were equipped with small cannons, cannons, and fire-rope guns that towered over them, emitting smoke and spewing flames, binging and roaring all the way. These tower-shaped siege machines moved among the ant-like heads, like a group of team leaders with tall bodies. They were sometimes reddened by cannon fire, and sometimes sunk into the smoke and darkness, and the soldiers of the King's army pointed at them from a distance and murmured.
"You see, those are siege machines, with wings and wings, almost like wind mills, with which Khmelnitsky is trying to crush us into pieces."
"Hear, ye, how loud they rattle, it is almost like thunder!"
"Blast them with artillery, blast them with artillery!" The other soldiers shouted in unison.
The Duke's gunners did fire, and shell after shell, shrapnel after shrapnel, kept flying at these terrible siege machines. As they could only be seen when the guns flashed, the gunners could not take aim, so few shells hit.
The dense mass of Cossacks drew nearer and nearer, like huge waves rising from a distant sea and rushing through the night.
Chagvobah, close to Skrzydowski, stood with the cavalry and muttered:
"Hmph! I've never been so hot in my life, why is it so sweltering tonight, I'm all wet, I don't even have a dry piece of cotton yarn left. The devil has got these ghost machines! God, please let the earth crack open and let all these ghost machines fall into the abyss, because these ghost guys are like bones stuck in my throat calling me hard. ...... Amen! What a hell of a day it is when you can't eat well and can't sleep well! ...... Dogs live a better life than we do. Hey, this ghost weather stuffy really call people unbearable!"
The weather is indeed stuffy and hot, coupled with the entire battlefield are rotting corpses, a few days in the air is filled with a disgusting stench. The sky was cloudy and foggy, and a storm was hanging over Zbarazh. The soldiers, wearing helmets and armor, were sweating, their chests were suffocating, and they were so stuffy that they could not even breathe.
At that moment, from the darkness came the sound of military drums beating.
"They're about to attack, do you hear the war drums?" Skrzydowski said.
"I hear them. May the devil beat their heads as drums! It's so sad."
"Kill, kill!" The Cossacks swarmed to the trench.
A fierce battle raged all along the trench. The Cossack army simultaneously attacked the troops of Vyshlyovitsky, Landskolonsky, Firlei and Ostrolug, trying to beat them so much that they could not turn to each other, and could not make head or tail of each other. The Cossacks, who had drunk their fill of soju, were more frantic than in the previous attacks, yet they were resisted more fiercely. There is no weak soldier under a strong general, the valor of the commander-in-chief infected every soldier, and they all fought bravely in the first place, and the infantry team composed of Mazur peasants, which was famous for its ferocity, and the Cossacks team mixed and killed each other in one place, and both sides squeezed and twisted together, and the guns could not hit, the knives could not cut, and the swords could not pierce, so they hit with fists, kicked with feet, and bit with teeth. Under the heroic resistance of the Mazurs, several hundred of Zaporozhye's elite infantry were annihilated. But new Cossack reinforcements were added. The battle on the whole line became more and more bitter, the musket barrels were so hot that the hands of the soldiers were burned with pain, and both sides fought so hard that they could not breathe. The commanders shouted their voices, but the soldiers could not hear their orders. The administrator of Krasnosdave and Skrzydowski again each led the iron-clad cavalry into the Cossack line from both flanks, stampeded on several groups of Cossacks, and drowned the enemy in a pool of blood.
Hour after hour passed, and the Cossack attack did not cease, and although the Cossacks suffered great casualties and gaps in their ranks were opened, in a flash Khmelnitsky brought in fresh troops, one after another, to replenish the battlefield. The Tartar troops shouted and cheered while shooting arrows like dark clouds at the defenders' positions, and the following Tartar troops used whips made of raw cowhide to drive the mobs to charge the battlefield. Both sides killed like mad. Chest to chest, hand twisting hand, knife to knife, sword to sword, kill into a group, rolled into a ball, the death of the bitter war endless rest, the corpse is difficult to count the clear.
The battle, like the sea waves and rock walls stand on the island to compete, rushing waves crashing into the rock wall, the rock wall will be the waves counterattack into broken flowers, each other to fight the rushing roar, waves rushing heaven.
Suddenly, the earth trembled under people's feet, and blue lightning broke through the sky. As if God did not want to see the cruelty of the earth any more, a terrible roar drowned out the clamor of the people and the shelling of the artillery. The Heavenly Court's artillery team was casting volleys, and the earth-shaking thunderbolts rolled on, resounding from east to west in all directions, and the clouds of the sky, for a moment, roared and collapsed on the heads of the two sides of the sound battle. The whole world was sometimes thunder and lightning flashed and leaped, sometimes the black curtain was heavy, and nothing could be seen, and then there were zigzagging flashes of lightning and red light cutting through the dark and heavy sky, and there was a gust of fierce wind tightening up, and the battlefield was filled with blown-off hats, blown-broken flagpoles, and torn banners. Thunder rumbled, electricity flashed, followed by thunderbolt, lightning, wind, flames and darkness mixed with each other, the kingdom of heaven is also the same as on earth, in madness and frenzy.
An unprecedented downpour of rain fell, and it ravaged the city, the castle, the trenches, and the barracks, and the battle was broken up. The rain poured down as if the sky had opened its gates - it was not a trickle, but a torrent pouring down on the earth, and the downpour was so dark that you could not see anything beyond a step. All the dead bodies in the moat floated away downstream. The Cossack teams stopped fighting. One by one, they ran in the direction of the supply camp, the soldiers ran wildly and disorderly, you pushed me, I squeezed you, stumbling, they all decided that there was a pursuer behind them and so it was important to run for their lives, and they scurried in the darkness with their heads in their hands. Artillery and ammunition wagons also fled after them, some plunged into the mud and water, and some tumbled to the ground. The rain washed out the Cossack fortifications, and the bunkers, trenches, and serpentine pits they had dug were filled with rainwater, and the water clattered. The flood was everywhere; it rushed and roared as if it were chasing the fleeing Cossacks.
The rain fell harder and harder! The soldiers of the King's army in the trenches could not stay any longer and had to go to their tents to escape the rain. Only the Krasnostav administrator and Skrzydowski's ironclad cavalry unit did not receive the order to withdraw, and the officers and soldiers had to stand next to each other, one by one, in the flood like a small river, and also kept going to shake off the rainwater from their bodies. By this time the storm was abating, and after midnight the rain finally ceased, and here and there stars began to show again from between the cracks in the clouds. After another hour, the water began to subside. But just then, Duke Janemme appeared unexpectedly in front of Skrzydowski's group and asked:
"Gentlemen, has your gunpowder gotten wet?"
"All dry, my Lord Duke!" Skrzydowski replied.
"Well, then, dismount, all of you, wade through the water, and load all those siege machines with explosives to blow them up, and you're going to feel your way through quietly without showing any noise. Administrator Krasnosdave leads the way and goes with you!"
"Yes, sir!" Skrzydowski replied.
Then the Duke, seeing the soaked Chagvobah, said:
"Didn't you ask for a strike? Well then, you will go with them now!"
As soon as he heard this, Chagvobah muttered:
"This is the end of it, to beg for such a beautiful job."
Half an hour later, two groups of cavalry, each with two hundred and fifty men, all armed with swords, waded waist-deep in water, and hastened towards those huge siege machines of the Cossacks, which stood half a wave of miles away from the king's trenches, and the first group was led by Marek Sobieski, the chief administrator of Krasnostav, who was known as the lion of lions, and who refused to stay in the trench as a bystander, but volunteered to to fight. The other group was led by Skrzydowski, and the logisticians followed the cavalry with barrels of tar, kindling and explosives. They moved with lightness and dexterity, like wolves silently pouncing on a sheepfold.
The small rider volunteered to join Skrzydowski's team because he loved surprise attacks more than his own life. He waded through the water with his sword in his hand and his heart in his mouth. Next to him was the Knight of Podbipinta, who was tall and striking. He was two heads taller than the tallest big man in the party. With the sheathed sword in his hand, he ran forward with great strides. And in the midst of them, Chagvobah ran along, gasping for breath, and grumbling, and saying, after the Duke's fashion:
"Didn't you ask for a strike? Well then, you're going with them now. It is so good that even a dog marrying would not want to wade through so much water. If I had suggested a strike in this weather, I would never drink anything else but water for the rest of my life; I am neither a duck, nor is my stomach a boat, and I have always been hydrophobic, not to mention the fact that the water here is soaked with the dead bodies of so many rednecks ......"
"Don't make a sound, Your Excellency!" Knight Micha? said.
"Your Excellency should shut up instead, you're not as big and watery as a fish. Of course you don't matter. I would even say that the Duke is a bit cross with me, and, as a rule, should have given me a break from my troubles after I killed Bulwai. Chagwoba has done enough, you guys might as well try and just have everyone do as much as Chagwoba. You guys might as well let Chagwoba rest in peace. If one day Chagwoba can't hold out, it's on you. For God's sake, if I fall into any hole, you'll have to come and pull me out quickly, folks, and be sure to grab me by the ears, or I'll be drowned in no time."
"Don't make a sound, your honor! The Cossacks are staying under that mound over there, they can hear you!" Skrzydowski said.
"Where? What are you talking about, Excellency?"
"They're staying in that mound under the grass."
"Anything can really happen? May they be struck by heaven!"
Before Chagvobah could finish his sentence, Micha? stepped forward and covered his mouth, for the mounds were not fifty paces away. The knights were tiptoeing along, but the water still clattered under their feet. Fortunately, the rain came down again. This pattering rain muffled the sound of their splashing.
There was no sentry beside the mound. No one expected that someone would come to sneak up on them after a big battle and such stormy weather. It must be known that the rain had turned the flat land into a lake, separating both sides of the battle.
With a gentle leap, Mihau and Long Jin were at the front of the pack, coming first to a mound of earth. The smaller knight hung his combat knife on his belt, made a trumpet shape with his hands in front of his mouth, and shouted inward in a Cossack accent:
"Hey, is anyone in there?"
"What for?" The Cossacks answered back from inside, apparently believing it was someone from the supply camp.
"Praise God! Let us in!" Vovodiyovsky replied.
"Don't you know how to get in?"
"I already know." Vovodiyovsky replied, feeling for the entrance and leaping in.
The Dragonkin Knight and a few other knights jumped in after him.
At that moment, a horrible scream rang out from the bunker. At the same time, all the knights jumped into the other bunkers, and in the darkness all that could be heard was the sound of ***, the clanging of swords, and everywhere you could see silhouettes running and jumping up and down, while others fell to the ground. But all this lasted only a quarter of an hour at most. The great majority of the Cossacks were still in a deep sleep. The plundering of the camp by the king's army had knocked them out of their minds, and without even resisting, one and all of them were made ghosts of the sword, for they were too late to take up arms.
"To the siege engines! To the siege machine!" Came the commanding voice of the administrator of Krasnosdave.
The cavalrymen all lunged at the siege machine.
"Explode it from the inside, it's too wet outside!" Skrzydowski ordered.
But the order was difficult to carry out. Because the siege machines were all caused by pine logs, there were neither doors nor holes, and the Cossack shooters had to build ladders to climb them. Only small guns could be placed on them, and they were hoisted up by ropes. The knights circled around the siege machine for a while, whether they used their swords to cut that log, or used their hands to pick the edges, all futile and fruitless.
Fortunately, the logisticians brought axes, they will use the axe to cut, Sobieski instructed everyone to first cut out the gap in the pine, and then into the gap into the blasting powder cartridge, and so on everything is ready, it will be the barrels of tar lit, so that the flames of the outside of the moisture to dry, inside is turpentine, but the combustion of the blasting is favorable.
Just before the pine burned and the gunpowder exploded, the Knight of the Dragonkin bent down and picked up a huge boulder dug up from the ground by the Cossacks.
The boulder was so large that even four of the strongest men could not have moved it. The Dragonkin Knight, however, held it in a pair of strong hands, and by the bright light of the torches one could see that his face was flushed red. The knights present were awed by his divine power.
"What a Hercules! This shot!" The knights raised their hands in the air and cheered in unison.
At this point the Dragonkin Knight walked up to the not-yet-burning siege machine, raised himself slightly, and slammed into the center of one of its sides.
There was a loud thud of rock, causing everyone present to turn their heads as the tenon was finally smashed open with a loud click, and the siege machine finally fell apart, immediately collapsing with a rumble.
People sprinkled tar on the woodpile and the fire immediately burst into flames.
Before long, dozens of such piles of roaring fires illuminated the entire Pingchuan. The rain continued to fall, but the fire burned more and more strongly. It was a quiet night, wet and rainy, but such a blazing fire in front of the formation, both sides of the generals were amazed.
At this time, Stepaka, Kuvak and Mrozovitsky each led thousands of Cossacks have run out from the supply camp, to come to the rescue, trying to extinguish the fire, but it was too late, in vain. Just see the red fire column, straight into the sky, reflecting the storm after the battlefield converged into the ocean water, forming a gorgeous and miserable unique scene.
By this time the knights had formed their ranks and withdrawn towards the trench, and the cheers of the king's camp to meet them were heard at a distance.
Skrzydowski suddenly glanced round in all directions, and turning his eyes to look into the ranks for a moment, then shouted,
"Halt."
There was no sign of Longin or Vovodiyovsky in the returning group.
Obviously, they had been "overcome with enthusiasm" and had delayed too long in blowing up the last siege plane, or had been caught in an ambush somewhere, and it seems that something had gone wrong for them not to realize that the troops had retreated.
"Forward!" Skrzydowski ordered.
The administrator of Krasnosdave, who was holding the rear at the other end of the line, didn't know what was going on in front of them, so he ran up to ask, but just then the two knights they were looking for suddenly appeared out of the ground, halfway between the siege machine and the knights.
The Knight of the Dragonkin, with his glittering ancestral sword in his hand, strides back, while beside him the Knight of the Mihau runs, and the two men look backward as they run, the Cossacks in hot pursuit of them like a pack of hounds.
By the light of the burning red fire the chase was clearly visible. You would say that the two men, like a large doe guarding her fawn, were running ahead of a pack of hunters, looking back so as to be ready to pounce on their pursuers and fight to the death.
"They will get killed! Merciful God, please let them run faster!" Chagvobah shouted at the top of his hoarse voice, "The Cossacks will hit them with arrows or muskets, ah, for the sake of the suffering Christ, run ye away!"
Chagvobah, ignoring the fact that his action would provoke another fierce battle, returned to the rescue with his battle-sword held high, following Skrzydowski and the other knights. He darted forward, but tripped over something and fell to the ground, where he immediately got back up and continued running forward. He gasped and cursed and shivered, and as long as he had a breath and a little strength in his feet, he would have kept running.
But the Cossacks did not fire, for the muskets were all wet with rain, nor did they discharge their arrows, owing to the bow-strings being softened by the water; but they pursued them, and came nearer and nearer, and a dozen or more of them, who had already run ahead, almost caught up with them, and seeing that they could not get away, the two warriors suddenly returned and turned round, and stared at each other dead in the face, like two wild boars, and with a great roar, and a wave of the The two warriors suddenly turned around and stared at each other like two wild boars, and roared, one waved his sword, and the other raised his sword, and the Cossacks were dumbfounded, and stayed in place.
The Dragon Gold Riders with their swords raised, in the eyes of the Cossacks, are like a god of the heavens.
This scene is like two gray wolves being chased by a group of hounds. Then suddenly turned back, showing white fangs, the dogs will not dare to pounce on the front, just far from the barking. The two warriors were like this, they ran a few steps, then turned back, and every time they turned back, the Cossacks chasing them also stopped, stopped in place, only once, there is a natural boldness, holding a big sickle rushed towards them, the small knight will be like a cat, jumping towards him, and killed him with a slash. The other Cossacks had to stop and wait for the arrival of the troops behind them, who were swarming in dense formation.
However, the line of knights was also getting closer to Long Jin and Mihau, and Chagvobah darted forward with his battle sword raised high, shouting in a terrible voice:
"Charge! Kill!"
Just then, from the trenches of the King's army came a loud bang, and a shrapnel whistled past like a grinning owl, traced a red arc in the air, and landed in the middle of the dense Cossacks and exploded, followed by a second, a third, and a tenth ...... making it seem as if a new meeting was about to begin! .
For the Cossacks, until the siege of Zbarazh, has never seen such a large lethal artillery shells, and they are now clear-headed, they decided that Yanamei is playing tricks with them, and so they were scared scared to death. The pursuing enemy immediately stopped advancing and then scattered into two groups. Those shrapnel shells kept exploding at that moment, sowing fear, death and destruction.
"Run for your life! Run for your lives!" The Cossacks called out in panic.
With all the Cossacks running for their lives in panic, Lonkin and Vovodiyovsky joined up with the ironclad cavalry.
Chagvobah immediately ran up to them, embraced them one by one, hugged them tightly around the neck, kissed them passionately on the cheeks, in the eyes. The old nobleman's heart was bursting with joy, but he had to restrain himself desperately, not wanting others to see that he was a soft-hearted man. So he yelled:
"Ha, you two stubborn fellows, I don't mean to say how much I ache for you, but I do fear for you, and I hope they cut you to pieces. Do you know anything about the rules of war, and how you can fall out of line in a sneak attack? I should tie your legs to the backs of your horses and lead you around the square for publicity! But first I shall report to the Duke, and let him dispose of you ...... Thanks be to God, and now we can go to sleep ...... These ***, they were lucky to escape when the shrapnel went off. Otherwise I would have cut them all up like cabbage. Instead of watching my friends die, I'd rather kill them with my old life. We deserve a good drink today. We have God to thank for that! I thought we were going to sing you a requiem tomorrow! But I do feel a little sorry for my hands, which itched terribly when the battle was not fought this time. Although, I did give them a taste of fava beans with onions in those bunkers."
(Translated by Lin Hongliang)
Appreciation
Fire and Sword, the first installment of Hinckerwig's celebrated historical trilogy, depicts a large-scale war between the King of Poland's army and the Cossacks that began in 1648. The novel shows the battle of fire and sword between the Polish army and the Cossack Tatar coalition on a broad picture, and inserts the love story of Skrzydowski and Helena in the midst of the smoky and brutal war. The two clues echo each other and constitute the main content of this novel.
The most commendable thing about Fire and Sword is the author's depiction of a wide variety of war scenes. There is a grand scale of the two armies against each other, such as the vast waves of the river as magnificent, spectacular and intense. There are small-scale ambushes, encounters, such as lightning as swift and fierce. There are also individual fights, swords and knives, each showing their skills. In all these war depictions, the most intense, the most spectacular, the most touching, the longest duration, but also the fullest expression of the heroism of the officers and men under the command of Yanemei.
Yaname Vyshlyovitsky is the author of the hero of the world, "Towers". He had both political vision and popular support. Wherever he went, morale soared. His enemies were terrified at the sound of his name. He was able to look at the big picture and endure humiliation, but he was also able to think small and set a good example. He cared for his men, rewarded and punished them clearly, and in the defense of Zbarazh, he endured cold and hunger together with his soldiers, and shared the same **** sufferings. All his men fought bravely and were loyal to him, especially the "Four Horsemen" in the book: Skrzydowski, Vovodiyovsky, Lonkin Podbipinta and Chagvoba.
Skrzydowski is smart, smart, martial arts, brave, and loyal, love and hate. Although his beloved girl in danger, he was grieved, but for the sake of the country, he resolutely put aside his personal feelings, ran to the battlefield. When retreating, he saw that two knights were missing, and not forgetting the friendship, he decided to lead his troops back to rescue them. In the battle of Zibara, he defied the dangers and put his life and death at risk to break out from the waterway alone, and finally won a great victory. With this kind of heroism and courage, it is no wonder that he became the most appreciated knight of the Hinckley micro branch.
W?odiejowski is a particularly short knight, but the martial arts, his sword in the Polish army is unrivaled, "like a cat", a knife can kill the enemy. He was particularly adept at surprise attacks, "cooler than his own life." Interestingly, Ryujin Podbipinta is a contrast to Vovodiyovsky in both appearance and personality. Longin was tall, had an incredibly strong arm, wielded an ancestral heavy sword with ease, and was determined to cut off the heads of three enemies with one sword or never marry. He was introverted, not good with words, and not quick-witted enough, but he was thick, kind, generous, and brave in battle. During the fire siege machine, it was he who solved everyone's problem by lifting the boulder with his extraordinary arm strength. Holding his sword high, the Dragon Gold Knight, in the eyes of the Cossacks, "was just like a heavenly god who descended to earth." The author used a humorous and witty tone to describe the scene of this large and small two people being chased by the Cossacks, "like a big doe protecting her own fawns, running in front of a group of hunters and looking back, so that at any time to pounce on the pursuers, and with the other side of the battle to the death". When the enemy caught up, "these two warriors suddenly turned around, like two wild boars staring at each other, one waving his sword, one raised his sword, the Cossacks were dumbfounded. In just a few strokes, the cowardice of the Cossacks and the two knights' valor and composure jumped off the page. Although it is in the process of thrilling sneak attack, the author still often interspersed with such light and humorous scenes to mediate the horrible atmosphere of war. This arrangement of one scene after another makes the work very tense.
Chagwaba, one of the Four Horsemen, is a comedic character that the author has carefully portrayed. It is because of him that the brutal life of the battle has a little joy. He was born into the nobility, before the Cossacks riot, he mixed everywhere, is a good wine and drink old man, and even with the Cossacks leader Baohong and Khmelnitskiy also made friends with the wine and meat. He was a witty and resourceful man who saved Helena from the vicious Bohun many times and loved her as his own daughter. Even in difficult and perilous situations, he was able to turn danger into success with his three-inch tongue. When fighting against the enemy, he is often so "timid" as to be laughable. On the way to the fire siege machine, he also made a scared look, half-true, half-false, "For God's sake, if I fall into any hole, you have to come quickly to pull me a hand, everyone, you must grab my ears, otherwise, I will be drowned in no time." But whenever he was cornered by the enemy, he was able to be wise and brave in a hurry. If by any chance he killed an enemy general, he would brag a lot about himself, but not about his previous "cowardice", which made people listen to him with fascination and give him a thumbs up. Sometimes he even took credit for other people's accomplishments, describing undignified things as great achievements. However, the soldiers all loved this old man with a penchant for alcohol and enjoyed listening to the true stories he told. As Lonkin said, "Though his speech was sometimes obnoxious, he had a heart of gold." When Ryukin and Mihau were being pursued by the enemy, he went back to rescue them without regard to life or death, and clung to his friend's neck. It is because of this "golden" character that the novel's gallery of characters is more lively, and the amusing Chagwaba has become a household name in Poland.
In addition, the author's portrayal of the Cossack leaders Hermilnitsky and Bohun is also very realistic and vivid. Khmelnitsky is more consistent with the historical prototype. He originally served in the Zaporozhye Cossacks, because of the Polish nobles have a personal vendetta, so he instigated the Cossacks revolt, in order to realize his ambitions to cut off the king. But the author does not simplify him, but reveals his character from many angles. He was ruthless and murderous, but he was not lacking in military tactics and was able to seize the moment and win a few battles at the beginning. He was very vindictive and killed all his enemies, but he was also very righteous because Skrzydowski had saved his life and he released the captured Skrzydowski many times. Although he was a tyrannical and profit-driven man, he was also caught up in the psychological conflict of "what will happen in the future". He has the fierce heart of a lion and the cunning of a fox. He wags his tail and begs for help from the Tatar Khan, and then, while negotiating with the king for peace, he attacks the city and terrorizes the people. This multi-faceted, multi-layered portrayal makes the image of the character of Khmelnitsky very three-dimensional.
Bao Hong is a rough, temperamental Cossack, "freedom, grassland and war is his life". He fought valiantly, was handsome and stout, and was often reckless with his life. He is madly in love with Helena and would give up everything he has for her. But his love is very narrow. Helena had her heart long ago, and even though he hijacked her, he could not gain her heart. But the author does not scandalize him either, but makes it more real.
The thrilling scenes of war in Fire and Sword are gripping and exciting. The heroic knight hero of the heroic spirit is vivid and realistic. The author's artistic technique is very skillful, especially good at depicting the combination of point and surface, in the magnificent war scenes or two armies against each other, and from time to time focus on the action of the main characters, which makes the thrilling war scenes rich in the sense of picture and three-dimensional sense. At the same time, the author also pays close attention to the combination of static and dynamic, in his pen, both the daytime bombing, but also the night of the sneak attack breakout, thus making the plot ups and downs, fascinating.
(An Maorong)