bookandnovel Chapter 930 Siege
Chapter 930 Siege
Chapter 930 Siege
The rebels looked at Anna in astonishment.
"Was it her who set off the lightning bolt?"
"This little girl is actually a spellcaster?"
"Where do you find spellcasters dressed like that?"
Bronstein raised his voice: "Anna is a spellcaster from a poor family. Does that mean poor families can't produce spellcasters? All people are born equal. Spellcasting talent isn't something that's bestowed upon someone based on their birth!"
That's true.
In reality, as long as one becomes a spellcaster, even the poor can transcend class and join the ruling class.
In this respect, Tsarist Russia was more advanced than Great Britain.
In Great Britain, if you come from a poor background, even if you are lucky enough to be selected into the Royal Academy of Spellcasters, you will only learn military spells. Without the cooperation of your colleagues, you will be almost useless and will only be able to assist high-ranking spellcasters on the battlefield.
Bronstein lowered his voice and asked, "How did you do that?"
Anna's tone still lacked confidence: "I'm not quite sure either. I just felt that after that guy's shield was hit by the bomb, a weak point appeared, so I cast a spell."
"You are a spellcaster trained by Lady Natasha?"
"Cultivation... I guess that doesn't count?"
Anna quickly waved her hand: "But this power was indeed given to me by Ms. Natasha. I am not a spellcaster. I just stumbled upon it by accident."
Rather than a mere accident, it was more accurate to say that the new race created by the bloodlines of the royal bloodline and the dragon king bloodline possessed such powerful fighting instincts that they completely overwhelmed this blue-robed man who had never been on the battlefield before.
"By accident?"
Bronstein stroked his beard, his spirits lifting as a newfound guess took hold: "Tell me the truth, how did Miss Natasha give you your power?"
Anna quickly shook her head: "No, I can't say."
Even the most naive person will become much more mature after experiencing family tragedy.
Moreover, she felt from the bottom of her heart that the power that Miss Fringilla had given her was not really related to the word "righteous"; it seemed more like that of a vampire from Wallachia and Taransivania.
This kind of power cannot be exposed casually.
She just didn't expect that even if she didn't say anything, Blomstein would still be able to glean some clues from it.
"Haha, then forget it."
Bronstein smiled and said, "After all, such a big secret is not something that can be easily revealed."
He paused slightly, then said, "I didn't think it was necessary before, but now that I think about it, I should have listened to little Ivan and paid a personal visit to Ms. Natasha before the uprising."
The uprisings in various parts of St. Petersburg were all organized by the majority faction of the Social Democratic Labour Party.
Minority groups lack cohesion and, because most of their members come from the lower middle class, are inherently weak and prone to compromise. Blomstein has never liked dealing with these people.
In his view, Natasha was also that kind of person, wanting to change the status quo but not daring to truly stand up and fight.
Thinking about it now, perhaps it had a deeper meaning?
...
The insurgents were overjoyed, but the Cossacks were in a state of disarray.
"That man in the blue robe... he just died like that?"
The quartermaster was still a little incredulous. This arrogant guy, it turned out, was only capable of this much?
Tenniski was silent for a moment, then said, "No wonder these rebels are so determined to fight. It turns out they have a powerful force backing them. They might even be Rasputin's political enemies."
The more Tenisti thought about it, the more reliable his guess seemed. Rasputin didn't even have a specific official position, nor was he of noble birth. Yet, just because he was deeply trusted by the Tsar and Tsarina, he could wield absolute power and act recklessly in St. Petersburg.
If Rasputin had made such a huge blunder during his rule of St. Petersburg, even if His Majesty the Tsar trusted him greatly, he would have fallen from power.
"Company commander, you know so much!"
The quartermaster offered a flattering remark, then couldn't help but ask, "So what do we do now?"
"Let's wait and see. The commander is a smart man; he will make the right decision."
A powerful spellcaster can exert an overwhelming advantage in small-scale battles if there is no threat from an equal force.
Just like the performance of the man in the blue robe just now.
Some warriors who practice the Knight's Breathing Technique may have the strength to threaten the spellcaster, but in terms of killing efficiency, they will be left far behind.
It's clear that this battle is no longer sustainable.
Even if a garrison with heavy weapons came, it might not be effective. After all, this arsenal is the largest military industrial enterprise in St. Petersburg. Many of its machines and lathes are imported, and if they are damaged, they cannot be repaired.
Unless the military has gone mad, it's impossible for them to mobilize heavy artillery to bombard the factory.
Just as Tennisky had predicted, the order to retreat was quickly relayed to each company.
The Cossacks gathered the wounded and withdrew from the workshop they had occupied.
In this battle, the cavalry regiment, which originally had more than 800 men, suffered nearly 200 casualties, almost half of whom were killed when the white crystal bombs planted by the rebels were detonated.
The Cossacks who had retired were still somewhat shaken.
"These people are a bunch of lunatics. I've never seen such crazy rebels before."
"They hid it well enough. They had such powerful spellcasters, but they waited until they suffered heavy casualties before using them."
"Maybe it's just to make that blue-robed man lower his guard. I heard that the blue-robed man is highly regarded by that wicked monk Rasputin. I suspect that the boy is either Rasputin's kept man or his illegitimate child."
When Tennis arrived at the regimental headquarters, the company commander of the third company was reporting military intelligence to the regimental commander: "Sir, my men just discovered a group of people acting suspiciously, trying to sneak into the arsenal. They probably want to defect to the rebels."
The commander ordered, "Block the main passages and do not allow anyone to enter."
The third company commander helplessly spread his hands: "What's the use of blocking the main road? We only have so few people."
The regimental commander kicked the third company commander in annoyance: "Idiot, you have to do it even if it's useless. You know we only have so many people left, so it's only natural that we can't do it. We've already fought the battle. That guy in the blue robe was beheaded by the enemy's spellcaster because he underestimated the enemy and advanced recklessly. What does that have to do with us?"
Within the cavalry regiment, the Cossacks were very close-knit.
Because they all came from villages along the Don River, and many were even relatives living in the same town, their close ties gave them a strong sense of unity.
However, there is also a problem.
Even if the regimental commander was a noble Cossack and an officer appointed by the military, if he lost all his forces and failed to bring back much spoils of war, how could he face the "elders of the Don River" when he returned?
Losing the approval of his fellow villagers was almost tantamount to cutting himself off from the Cossack community, making it impossible for him to ever serve as a Cossack officer again.
"Teniski, you've arrived. Your lads did a great job in this battle. I'll report your merits later and make sure the officials at the military headquarters award you a few more medals."
"Commander, should we just keep the arsenal sealed off and stop the attack?"
Tennis smiled subtly, then said with some concern, "That man in the blue robe is said to be Rasputin's confidant. Won't what we're doing give Rasputin an excuse to make trouble?"
"This is none of your business. Get out of here and let me have some peace and quiet. Nobody move. We'll just wait here for those good-for-nothing garrison soldiers to come and relieve us. Damn it, they can't do their jobs properly, so we're left to do them. There's no money in it, and they're tough nuts to crack."
The regimental commander waved his hand somewhat irritably.
For Cossacks, rejection from the community is more terrifying than military punishment.
Moreover, this doesn't count as disobeying orders on the battlefield; at most, it's just passive resistance. According to convention, the military usually won't take any disciplinary action, since they've already done enough.