Treutsk.

In a house about three miles outside the city, forty-five-year-old Trubenburg was walking around the room.

He seemed a little anxious.

Although Chumakov in the city had agreed to surrender and patted his chest and promised to take Pugachev at the same time. He also heard gunfire from the city, nothing was absolutely true. If something went wrong, his lonely army would be in danger.

Although the Truchens on the opposite side had only one brigade, and he had dug trenches outside his camp, and Datov's tribal cavalry were still uneasy.

He was a German, and three years ago, his fellow Saxon came here to visit him and told him how the Truchens performed in the Russian-Austrian coalition's surprise attack on Berlin. If he hadn't lie, it would have been a terrible force.

In fact, in the north, there are some Russian troops in Tyumen and Tobolsk areas. If they know each other, they can come south from there to support him and Davedov. But he thought about it and knew that it was already cold here, and the areas in Tyumen and Tobolsk areas must be extremely cold, so don't expect them.

After a while, he stopped, took out his pocket watch from his arms and looked at it.

Well, it has been an hour since the agreed time with Chumakov, but there is still no movement in the city.

"This hateful black bearded Cossack! A lowly seed!"

He couldn't help but curse.

He decided not to wait and was ready to order an attack on the city with artillery immediately!

At this moment, his guards came in.

"God of General, they are out of the city!"

"Oh?"

Trubenburg is a cautious man.

He immediately came to the lookout tower built of wood set up in the camp.

In the telescope, the east gate of Treutsk was indeed opened, and then a large group of costumes and chaotic teams walked out!

At the front of the team, he saw a man tied up in big flowers. He immediately took out a piece of paper from his body and compared it carefully.

"Tang hair, beard, slimming face, big eyes, it's indeed Pugachev!"

When I put the paper in my arms and looked again, I saw Chumakov's figure appear in the crowd, but this guy was not in front of me, so what did he do when he ran into the crowd?

But the man was indeed Chumakov. Although he was a little blurry, his round face and thick eyebrows could still be seen clearly.

It should be fine.

Trubenburg thought about it again, and thought there was no problem, so he walked towards the gate of the camp.

"Let them throw all the muskets and short guns on their bodies to the ground!"

The camp of Truben Fort also used straw bags to fill snow-covered piles. At this time, many soldiers were lying on the wall of the camp with muskets. After hearing the orders from Truben Fort, one person stood up and shouted in front.

There were about two or three hundred people coming. After hearing the orders of the Russian army, they first cursed for a while, and then obediently threw the flintlock guns, clamps and even the bird guns they built themselves into the snow, and some even threw out short guns.

"Don't open the camp gate for the time being"

Trubenburg continues to issue orders.

This time he did not hold the telescope in person to check it out, but asked his looking hands to count the guns placed on the snow to see if they match the number of people.

At the same time, he recruited a battalion musketeers in the camp and stood in two rows with bayonets held at the gate. In this way, even if the other party wanted to cheat, it would be unlikely.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of cursing outside the camp, my hand began to report.

"There are 280 people outside the door, including about half of the Cossacks, and half of the remaining serf soldiers and Tatars"

Trubenburg thought to himself: "What kind of military committee did the rebels form? They also divided into infantry, cavalry, artillery, etc., plus their identity composition, there are a lot of members of Wuyang, but there are not so many people."

"According to Chumakov, there are only a dozen members in their leading committee members, so let them come in"

As he said that, he asked the soldiers to continue shouting.

"Cruff..."

The camp gate is open.

At this time, most people retreated to the position between the camp and the castle, leaving only a dozen so-called main members to enter.

The dozen people walked in with Pugachev, and then led by the guards toward the room inside.

In the living room, Trubenburg sat next to the fireplace, and behind him was a class of personal soldiers. He wanted to hear what else to ask for in this situation.

"Just take these people down and send them to St. Petersburg and hang them to hang them"

He picked up a cup of vodka and thought coldly.

At this time, he sat on the side of the fireplace, his deputy commander sat opposite him, and five people stood behind each other.

"Let them in"

After taking a big sip of vodka, Trubenburg felt completely relaxed and shouted outside.

After the door opened, everyone's eyes were on the front of Pugachev. According to Peter III's latest order, if anyone captured Pugachev, he could get a treasure sword he granted, his military rank could be raised one to two levels, and those without aristocratic titles could be awarded a title that ranged from hereditary or non-hereditary.

If you are a non-hereditary nobleman above the Earl, then the family can obtain a hereditary title. If there is no aristocratic title, then you can obtain a non-hereditary title!

The Trubenburg family came to Russia during the time of Empress Elizabeth. His family used to be a nobleman in Germany, and they were still a nobleman with castles. However, the German region was too complicated. Protestant and Catholicism had been in opposition for a long time. Coupled with the struggle between the seven electoral emperors, this made the life of some small nobles not easy.

This confusion in choices aggravated after the rise of Prussia.

The Trubenburg family naturally believed in Protestantism, but Protestantism was divided into several Lutherans and Calvins. His family happened to be part of the minority in the region. During the war between Prussia and Austria, the castle was destroyed, and finally had to move their family to Russia.

After arriving in Russia, his family naturally obtained the title of aristocratic title, but it was only non-hereditary and could not be inherited. If they wanted to inherit, they had to establish military merits. Trubenburg had been in the army in Siberia and had no chance to obtain military merits yet. It was just rising step by step according to the seniority.

Therefore, when he saw Pugachev in front, he ignored Chumakov and laughed.

However, although Pugachev was tied up, he still stood up straight, looking calm, which annoyed Trubenburg. He stood up with a loud voice and walked to Pugachev.

"You, a lowly Cossack, the Tsar is already good to you. He has given you civilian status and owned his own land and farmland. You are still a chieftain, saying! Why do you want to rebel?!"

Pugachev is still not afraid, "Civilians? Haha, the land we Cossacks own is only half of the real Russian civilians. Russian civilians do not need to serve labor, but we need to pay food taxes, military service and labor at the same time. Except for not being able to trade freely, they are not much better than serfs"

"And the landlords are constantly occupying our land and scolding us condescendingly, never treating us as civilians!"

"Is this the reason for your rebellion? Jokes, big jokes, everything is God's arrangement. Are you dissatisfied with God's arrangement?"

"Haha, maybe God is taking a nap"

Pugachev's words once again angered Trubenburg, and he suddenly pulled out his saber!

At this moment, a man flashed out. It was Tvorrogov. He smiled and said to Trubenburg: "Genius General, isn't this man going to take him to St. Petersburg? Why should he be angry? If he is killed, there will be no hereditary title"

Trubenburg then returned to his seat angrily, and drank the remaining vodka in the cup in one sip and asked, "Who are you? You..."

In the flash of lightning, Tvorokov suddenly had a short gun in his hand!

However, seeing that it looks not a flintlock short gun commonly found in the Russian army, its gun is full of bulging belly, Trubenburg suddenly realized something, but it was too late, Tvorrogov had already shot him!

At the same time, the people behind him took out such short guns and shot at the deputy division commander and guards on the opposite side!

In an instant, Truben Fort, the deputy division commander and ten guards all fell down!

"You..."

Trubenburg obviously did not hurt the vitals. He pointed at Pugachev and others when he fell down and shouted unwillingly.

Pugachev suddenly shook his whole body, and then the rope on his body slid down. He walked to Trubenburg and said, "I saw through Chumakov, and then he died."

Although Trubenburg was injured, he sneered: "Do you think you can control the overall situation by killing me? Everyone outside is mine, so you will soon rush in and kill you all!"

Pugachev nodded, "We had expected this a long time ago, but you were not dead after all, so your soldiers dare not rush in. As for other things, we have some solutions..."

"Boom..."

At this moment, a shocking cannon sound came from outside the window!

The Wuyi River is only one mile wide. After hearing the gunshots, Hardan immediately let the artillery arranged on the shore bombard the camp of Truben Fort!

Because of concern for the Truchens' artillery, Trubenburg specially set up the camp about three miles away from the other shore. At present, the twelve-pound cannons among the main field guns of European countries had a range of only two miles, and eighteen pounds was only two and a half miles!

Since the city of Treutsk is on the shore, if they set up camps far away from the castle, their artillery will not be able to hit. They came from the east, so they are naturally familiar with the situation in the east. If they set up camps in the north and west, they should be careful of unexpected enemy situations.

Therefore, although Truben Fort is also in the north and has several regiments placed in the west, the main force is still placed in the east. In his vision, once there is an unexpected enemy situation in the west, his main force can still retreat calmly from the east.

But I didn't expect that the artillery of the Truchens on the other side could hit such a far distance!

Yes, Truchen's standard caliber 12 cm field cannon has a five-degree elevation range of three and a half miles, and thirty degrees can reach four miles!

If you put it at the best forty-five degrees, you can hit it to four and a half miles!
Chapter completed!