Tomsk, a military fortress made of stone and wood, stands on the right bank of the Tomi River, backed by Resurrection Mountain, and is only more than a hundred miles away from the mouth of the Ob River. It can be said to be a very important fortress, and
It extends in all directions.
It was already spring, and busy herdsmen were grazing cattle and sheep, while most farmers were working hard in the fields to prepare for the summer harvest.
The wet morning mist soaked the grassland, and the sheep came out early, looking for the tenderest blades of grass.
The shepherd boys, who got up early and stayed up late, did not care about having fun. They took their sheepdogs and waved their whips to drive the sheep away into the distance.
Suddenly, under the golden light of the sun, a black line slowly approached, and then the earth shook, causing the sheep to panic.
"The Tatars are coming, the Tatars are coming -"
The shepherd boys couldn't care less about the cattle and sheep, so they returned to the city and reported the huge news.
The city of Tomsk originated from the Siberian Khanate, and its capital became Tyumen. However, all the rest of the land was nationalized by the tsar, and the land was distributed to the free people for farming.
It is precisely because of this that the population expanded rapidly to more than 5,000 people, and the number of Cossacks and other cavalry exceeded 1,000.
After the demise of the Golden Horde, four khanates were split. Among them, the Kazan Khanate, the Astrakhan Khanate and the Siberian Khanate were all eliminated by Russia. Only the Crimean Khanate is still lingering.
The huge Golden Horde heritage was misappropriated by Russia, and the vast Kipchak grassland can make people salivate.
It is precisely because of this that the four Oirat tribes often go north to hunt, hoping to see if they can find opportunities and seize the production bridgehead.
After the four Oirat tribes spent the most to obtain 300 matchlocks, the three major tribes each had 100 arquebuses, which were distributed among the most elite warriors.
"As far as I know, there are only a thousand people in the city of Tomsk. Although there are many muskets, they are definitely not enough. If we gather three hundred people together, we will definitely be able to annihilate them-"
Batur looked at the city of Tomsk in the distance, his face full of excitement.
After failing to live up to Gao Yigong's expectations, the three major tribes gathered 10,000 troops and marched towards the northernmost city of Tomsk.
"As long as Tomsk is captured..."
As soon as these words came out, the three of them breathed quickly.
Thanks to Genghis Khan, who marched westward from the Mongolian Plateau to the Transoxiana region, the civilization of Central Asia suddenly degenerated from an agricultural civilization to a nomadic civilization.
In this case, handicrafts and craftsmen are particularly valuable.
In the city of Tomsk, there are not only a large number of farmers, but also rare talents such as craftsmen and doctors.
More importantly, there are likely to be craftsmen who make muskets in the city of Tomsk, which is what they expect most.
The emergence of the matchlock gun has reduced the combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry. Now, they can only rely on their numerical superiority to fight against the Russians. It is a great shame and humiliation.
They were not fools and naturally knew the importance of owning matchlock guns, so they did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to purchase muskets.
Everything is for the city of Tomsk.
"Okay -" He Shuoqi expressed his position: "But if the city is broken, everything will be divided equally."…
Oqiltu Khan pondered for a while and nodded in agreement.
As a result, the army surrounded the city of Tomsk.
On the city wall, Governor Gavrila looked at the cavalry outside the city and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh, my God, how could the Tatars send so many cavalry?"
The four tribes of Oirat check and balance each other, and there is also a Yarkand in the south. If a large number of troops are sent out at once, there is a high possibility that someone will steal their homes.
Therefore, three to four thousand men is nothing to the Gossart cavalry.
"My Lord Governor, there are too many Tatars, so we can't show up." Petrusha, the leader of the Gossart cavalry, said sincerely with his scarred face.
"The strength of that group of Tatars still needs to be tested." Gavrila shook his head.
"No, not even the Tsar will let my men out of the city unless God comes."
Petrusha shook his head, his expression slightly ferocious: "If you still insist, then don't blame us cavalry for being rude."
"Okay!" The governor could only compromise and spread his hands and said: "Since we can't go out of the city to test, let's send a messenger to the nearby area to ask for help!"
"With so many Tatars, Tomsk won't be able to hold on for long."
"This is a wise decision—"
In front of the Mongols who lacked siege equipment, Tomsk was indestructible, standing like a big mountain in front of them.
Therefore, Eqirtu Khan and three other people were also very wise. They surrounded the city with troops, and then sent envoys to ask them to surrender.
It’s funny to say that Russia is independent from the Golden Horde and inherited its territory and population. Naturally, the Russian language was influenced by Mongolian and could barely communicate.
In response, the Governor flatly refused: "Tomsk will never surrender before receiving orders from His Majesty the Tsar."
There is no way, Tomsk is a typical colonial city, most of the land was cultivated by free people, and a small number of nobles and serfs were cultivated.
If the city is easily opened, he, the governor, will be directly overthrown by the common people and nobles.
As for the Cossack cavalry, they were mercenaries of the Tsar and received the Tsar's salary. Changing the governor made no difference to them.
Soon, the messenger from Tomsk arrived in Tyumen.
It once served as the capital of Siberia, and today the city is naturally larger and more populous than Tomsk.
Therefore, the governor of Tyumen City sent three thousand cavalry to rescue Tomsk City.
"finally come--"
When Batur saw the reinforcements arriving, he couldn't help but be extremely excited.
This elite musketry cavalry was personally commanded by him, facing the reinforcements from Tyumen City.
"Crackling——"
After a burst of gunpowder, thick gunpowder smoke filled the battlefield, and the Tyumen reinforcements came to the rescue and were shocked:
"God, these guys actually sold their muskets to the Tatars. They deserve to be besieged."
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cavalrymen were knocked down by sudden musket fire, shocking the rest of the Russian army.
This was the first time they encountered Tatars who could use muskets, which was completely unexpected.
It's just that the Russian army has experienced hundreds of battles and has many muskets at hand. The two sides are shooting at each other, but there is some back and forth.
"The Russian army is nothing more than that!" Batur couldn't help but laugh when he saw that its muskets were sparse.
A confrontation was a half-hearted blow, but it made him laugh heartily.
The fierce Russian army in the past was no longer majestic at this time, and the timidity in the hearts of the Mongolian cavalry dissipated a lot.
Both sides did not have much gunpowder. Although the Russian army had many guns, they lacked gunpowder and their marksmanship was inaccurate. It was a pity that they ended up in a draw.
The Cossack cavalry on their tall horses put down their muskets, the scimitars in their hands shining in the sun, thirsting for blood.