Chapter 993 - 216: Encirclement

Chapter 993: Chapter 216: Encirclement

The group of uprising soldiers looked at Anna in shock.

"Was it she who cast the lightning?"

"Is this little girl actually a Caster?"

"Where have you ever seen a Caster dressed like this?"

Blumstein raised his voice: "Anna is a caster from a poor family. Is it impossible for poor families to produce casters? Talent doesn’t depend on one’s background but descends upon anyone!"

These words were true.

But in reality, once someone becomes a caster, even the poor can cross class boundaries and become part of the ruling class.

In this respect, Tsarist Russia was more advanced than Great Britain.

In Great Britain, if one’s background is not good, even if they are lucky enough to be selected for the Royal Mage Academy, they only learn some military magic that is almost useless without peers’ cooperation, serving as mere assistants to high-level casters on the battlefield.

Blumstein lowered his voice and asked: "How did you do it?"

Anna, somewhat unconfidently, said: "I’m not entirely sure, just felt that after the bomb hit that guy’s Shield, a weak spot appeared."

"Are you a caster?"

"No, no, of course I’m not."

Anna hurriedly waved her hand.

Didn’t she know what kind of person she was?

"I just obtained this ability; it was given to me by Mrs. Natasha."

Rather than saying it was a fluke, it was more accurate to say that the bloodline of the royal family of blood and the Dragon King created a new race, whose combat instinct was so strong that it completely overwhelmed this blue robe who had never been on a battlefield.

...

"That blue robe... is he dead just like that?"

The quartermaster was still somewhat in disbelief, that arrogant fellow only amounted to this?

Tenishev was silent for a moment and said: "No wonder the combat will of this group of rebels is so strong; it turns out they have significant backing behind them, perhaps Rasputin’s political enemies."

"You sure know a lot, Captain!"

The quartermaster flattered him and couldn’t help but ask: "What do we do now?"

"Wait and see, the commander is a smart person; he’ll give the order."

A powerful caster in a small-scale battle, if there is no opposing threat of equivalent strength, can fully exert overwhelming advantage.

Some Warriors practicing Knight’s Breathing Technique might have strength to threaten a caster, but the role they can play on the battlefield absolutely cannot compare to that of a caster.

This battle was evidently impossible to continue fighting.

Even the garrison troops carrying heavy weapons may not be effective, as the armory before them was Saint Petersburg’s largest military enterprise. As long as the military doesn’t go crazy, they wouldn’t deploy heavy artillery to bombard the factory.

Sure enough, the retreat order soon came down.

The Cossacks gathered the wounded and withdrew from the occupied workshops.

This battle left the original cavalry regiment with over eight hundred men, with casualties nearing two hundred, almost half of whom were injured by the White Crystal Bomb set off by the rebels.

The retreating Cossacks were filled with lingering fear.

"These people are simply lunatics; it’s the first time I’ve seen such crazy rebels."

"They hid so deeply, clearly having such powerful casters, but waited until they suffered heavy casualties to utilize them."

"Maybe they did it deliberately to make that blue robe complacent. I heard that blue robe was highly regarded by Rasputin, the Demon Monk. I suspect that guy is either Rasputin’s kept companion or an illegitimate child outside."

When Tenishev arrived at the regiment headquarters, the captain of the third company was reporting military affairs to the regiment commander: "Chief, my men just discovered a group of sneaky people trying to sneak into the armory, probably wanting to join the rebels."

The regiment commander ordered: "Block the main thoroughfare; do not allow anyone to enter."

The third captain shrugged helplessly: "Blocking the road isn’t enough; there are just so few of us."

The regiment commander kicked the third captain in annoyance: "Fool, you must do it even if it’s useless. You already know there are so few of us; isn’t it naturally expected that it can’t be done? We’ve fought, the blue robe underestimated the enemy and was beheaded by the enemy caster; what’s it got to do with us?"

Within the cavalry regiment, the Cossacks had close relationships.

Because they all came from the villages along the Don River, many were even relatives living in the same towns, with very tight kinship, providing them with strong cohesion.

But the same problem existed.

Even if the regiment commander was a noble Cossack and a military-appointed officer, once he lost his forces and didn’t bring back much booty, how could he face the ’Don River elders’ when he returned?

Losing the recognition of one’s community was almost equivalent to the death of a society and impossible to serve as a Cossack officer again.

"Tenishev, you arrived, your men fought well in this battle, I’ll report the merits later, must ensure the military lords issue more crosses for you."

"Commander, are we just going to block the armory without further attack?"

Tenishev smiled subtly, worried: "That blue robe is apparently Rasputin’s confidant; would our actions allow Rasputin to exploit this situation?"

"It’s not your concern; all of you roll out, let me be peaceful and quiet. No one should act rashly; we’re just waiting for those garrison troops’ incompetent fools to come for shift change. Damn, they couldn’t fulfill their duty, handing it over to us without reward, yet firmly-headed."

The commander waved his hand irritably.

For the Cossacks, social denial is scarier than military punishment.

Moreover, this hardly counts as battlefield insubordination, at most passive withdrawal. According to the usual practice, the military generally wouldn’t have any punitive measures, as they have done enough.

Tenishev smiled subtly, worried: "That blue robe is apparently Rasputin’s confidant; would our actions allow Rasputin to exploit this situation?"

"It’s not your concern; all of you roll out, let me be peaceful and quiet. No one should act rashly; we’re just waiting for those garrison troops’ incompetent fools to come for shift change. Damn, they couldn’t fulfill their duty, handing it over to us without reward, yet firmly-headed."

The commander waved his hand irritably.

For the Cossacks, social denial is scarier than military punishment.

Moreover, this hardly counts as battlefield insubordination, at most passive withdrawal. According to the usual practice, the military generally wouldn’t have any punitive measures, as they have done enough.

Tenishev smiled subtly, worried: "That blue robe is apparently Rasputin’s confidant; would our actions allow Rasputin to exploit this situation?"

"It’s not your concern; all of you roll out, let me be peaceful and quiet. No one should act rashly; we’re just waiting for those garrison troops’ incompetent fools to come for shift change. Damn, they couldn’t fulfill their duty, handing it over to us without reward, yet firmly-headed."

The commander waved his hand irritably.

For the Cossacks, social denial is scarier than military punishment.

Moreover, this hardly counts as battlefield insubordination, at most passive withdrawal. According to the usual practice, the military generally wouldn’t have any punitive measures, as they have done enough.