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Chapter 24: Blood of Sychyovka
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Part 24: Blood of Sychyovka (1574)
The most accurate guesses for the numbers participating in what was about to unfold as the most important battle in 16th century Eastern Europe were given by the late 20th century Russian historian Simeon Basatin. He analyzed numerous letters, information about raised Russian citizen militias, Lithuanian military information as well as sources from that time, and finally the population of both combatant regions. In his opinion, Ivan Kratkov's Russian Army had about 27 500 soldiers, while the Lithuanian forces led by Kęstutis Mykolas Radvila numbered around 22 000 troops. Lithuanian historians usually switch the numbers around, though, saying that the attrition, hunger and diseases that the Russians suffered through weakened their ranks. Despite this difference in manpower, the much more decisive factor was the condition, experience and equipment of the armies. Most of Russian soldiers were citizen militias, mobilized from cities and villages in a similar fashion as the French, had little training and were lacking in modern equipment.

Basatin does add that the morale of the Russian soldiers was higher. Despite the defeats and hunger, the Russian soldiers were united by their cause. Meanwhile, a large portion of the Lithuanian army were mercenaries. This opinion was challenged by other historians, though, who pointed out that the Russians were far from a single united force. There were disagreements among their upper ranks on the future of the rebellion and how the Lithuanians should be approached and fought.

Anyway, Basatin, despite putting a lot of effort into deducting the army sizes present in the Battle of Sychyovka, does not write anything about the composition of both forces - this field was covered by different historians, though. It is a good guess that the Russians, mostly composed of city militia, had little, if any, cavalry and artillery. The weather of the battle put a thorn in using both, too. A large portion of the Russians were organized into so-called kosiniery (scythe-bearer) regiments - that is, improvised pike regiments armed with straightened scythes and similar weaponized farming tools. The war scythe has been a symbol of peasant insurrection since ancient times, but it's effectiveness in comparison to pikes and spears should not be downplayed. There were also mixed regiments of pikes and muskets. The Russian forces were not organized in any standard fashion, but rather divided into city leveè ("opolcheniye"). The Tver, Novgorod and Yaroslavl Opolcheniye were on the right flank, Vladimir, Ryazan and Rostov Opolcheniye were on the left.

The Lithuanians, meanwhile, were all equipped with muskets, arquebuses or pikes, and brought a sizable amount of artillery to the field. While they also had a large cavalry force, the weather and location of the battle did not favour them, so most of the cavaliers fought dismounted. The Lithuanian Regiment was in the center of the royalist ranks, bolstered in the flanks by Swedish, Livonian, Bohemian and German mercenary units. Radvila's camp was behind the troops. Unlike the Russians, whose troops were spread out with wide flanks, the Lithuanians were standing much more tightly, creating the illusion of a smaller force than they actually are.

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Muscovite militia in the Tver Opolcheniya

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Kęstutis Mykolas Radvila, Grand Hetman of Lithuania
The fields of Sychyovka looked exactly as you would expect a Russian field to look like in January - covered with pure, white snow, in many places up to half a meter deep. Even for a winter day, it was quite cold, and the soldiers felt it. God did not favor mobile armies, it seemed. While it wasn't snowing, the clouds shrouded the sky all day, and anyone with a clear mind would be able to tell that it will snow soon. The terrain had little differences in elevation - i.e. it was a flatland - but both the left and right flanks were covered by sparse forests. There was an opening in the middle, and that is where the battle was about to rage.

From the very start, the future did not look bright for the Russians, but Kratkov was as determined as always. If not now, then never. If not now, then never.

If not now, then never...

The battle began at noon of January 15th, 1574, with a Lithuanian assault in the center. Because of the large snow cover, the Lithuanians marched slowly, unwilling to charge forward and attack the Russians in melee. Instead, they positioned themselves in the opening and opened musket fire on the Russians. Cannons roared one after another! The Russian forces responded with their own volley, but their was less effective - besides a few muskets, arquebuses and bowmen units, they had little ranged capacity... While the center skirmish was taking place, the Russians advanced in the flanks. Here, the first close quarters clashes begun - a Swedish halberdier regiment of about 800 men against the Yaroslavl Opolcheniya, 3000 men. Trees and snow lowered the intensity of the fight, and the Lithuanian left flank (right for the Russians) roared into action as more and more units entered the fray.

Kęstutis was unable to support the flank with the troops at the center, and thus, to take the focus off his left, he ordered the right flank to charge forward. 4000 Lithuanian, German and Bohemian soldiers attacked the Ryazan and Rostov Opolcheniye. Boris of Vyazma, leading the Russian left flank, ordered his troops to organize into squares to stave off an assault through the snow, which stopped the pike attack, but left the soldiers vulnerable to cannon and musket fire.

In the center, the Lithuanians were slowly advancing forward towards the Russians, and while they were dealing heavy damage on the enemy ranks, this was quite a risky move, since this meant that they could not support the battle in the flanks. If the Russians were to break through the Lithuanian flanks, they would be able to attack the artillery that was left behind, take it down and finally surround and destroy the center. It's still not sure whether Kratkov was aware of this opportunity or whether this was just a lucky coincidence.

However, the flanks held. Despite numerous attempts to take down the Lithuanian left, the mercenaries held. Straightened scythes were more numerous, but their short range was ineffective against Lithuanian pikes and halberds. The inexperience of the Russian militias also showed - Lithuanian units employed more advanced tactics like pike and shot, and pike squares, while the rebels had little to counter them with. In the center, the Russians began to run out of ammunition, both bullets and arrows, and slowly started to retreat to avoid opponent shots and cannon strikes.

There wasn't much left. Lithuanians marched through hundreds of Russian corpses in the snow, keeping two lines of musketeers in the front line to continue harassing the Russians. Ivan Kratkov still tried to rally his troops for a charge - after all, from his point of view the musketeers would be weak against a close quarters attack - but as soon as a few units tried to move forward, the linemen behind the two lines moved to the front for protection.

Much like most of Europe, Lithuanians learned from the experiences in the Flammantian Wars, even if they had little to do with that conflict. Any Russian attacks were pushed back with great losses on the rebels. In the flanks, the defeat in the center made a final blow in the Russian morale. A mass retreat begun. Ivan Kratkov still tried to get his troops to turn around, but no more rallying could help.

Now the only thing on their mind was Tver. This horrid cold and darkness of Suchyovka... no more... no more of that...

Kęstutis Radvila ordered his troops to stop and let the Russians flee. A blizzard was approaching. It was already evening. Chasing the Russians would only result in weariness and deaths.

And for the Russians themselves, well... fleeing across lands raided for years, with nothing left to eat, in one of the harshest winters of the century... many wounded, starving, with punctured and blood soaked clothes in extreme cold... having lost a lot of supplies due to abandoning the camp to flee...

Well, not a good sight, but there's a lot more to say about it.
 
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Please, destroyed the Concordate of Brest. Nothing good as come from it at all. It is the reason for everything bad.

And maybe...let the Russians win? Let it show the evils of the Concordate of Brest, and the the Church of Rome.

Could you do something about Valdislavas II does converted to Volanism? Please?
I missed you. :D

Well, I have my hands full with the original timeline, but I do agree that it's a very interesting point of divergence. If you are interested in it and you would like it done, I wouldn't oppose you doing it.
 
I missed you. :D

Well, I have my hands full with the original timeline, but I do agree that it's a very interesting point of divergence. If you are interested in it and you would like it done, I wouldn't oppose you doing it.

I have no where near the skill to pull off that. Or go back further, and have Lithuania win a total victory over Poland, and Bohemia-Hungary. They is no Concordate of Brest, and the Catholic Church grows to hate Lithuania.

I really what the Russians to win, and show Lithuania the evils of the Concordate of Brest, and the the Church of Rome.
 
Well... Russians go Tyrannosaurus REKT, huh?

Also: "Lithuanian units employed more advanced tactics like pike and shit" Yeah you might wanna fix that typo comrade! Those are some real unusual tactics!
 
Surely the lithuanian historians are more likely to argue for a larger russian army than a smaller one so as to exagerate the victory?
Well, two reasons.

First is that it's not the 16th century anymore, people don't simply try to rewrite history completely to fit their own agenda anymore, there is still a narrative all (or most) must accept.

The second is a slight spoiler, but not a heavy one or even related to the future events much, so I'll say it. Russians see the All-Russian Council and the Great Russian Revolt as the beginning of their nation, the foundation of the Russian people, while in Lithuania, it is seen as a large, but unsuccessful revolt by some serfs and Russian nobles. As such, making the Russian army look big and powerful would equate to pretty much accepting the Russian point of view (Kratkovists were an organized rebellion with some similarities to a state), which is obviously not what Lithuanians want.
 
The Russian defeat is sad but plausible.
OTOH, I don`t know if the ordinary Russian will, throughout time, be worse off altogether with a narrative of heroic if unsuccessful popular resistance instead of the imperialist mindsets of OTL. Not to speak of all the other groups in the region. I wonder how the revolt is going to influence Lithuanian political philosophy...
 
I've forgotten what Mejico was exactly, is it just the Triple Alliance or a Spanish colony?

I think it's neither--I seem to recall that it's a breakaway conquest state of Spain that's currently out of Spanish control, with a white elite ruling a conquered Nahuatl populace.
 
Good day, I'm sorry to bother you but I had two questions: The first - to develop Siberia Lithuanians going?
Second - I am interested in the situation with languages. Modern literary Russian language regarding artificial. In it a huge number of Church Slavonic words, full of Germanism and other borrowings. It emerged only in the early 18th century, but became a national only after the October Revolution (thanks to the Bolsheviks). Immediately the question arises as an alternative Russian different from my native language ? It should be noted that it is believed that if it were not for Ivan III, then in Novgorod, would have formed a separate language.
 
Good day, I'm sorry to bother you but I had two questions: The first - to develop Siberia Lithuanians going?
Second - I am interested in the situation with languages. Modern literary Russian language regarding artificial. In it a huge number of Church Slavonic words, full of Germanism and other borrowings. It emerged only in the early 18th century, but became a national only after the October Revolution (thanks to the Bolsheviks). Immediately the question arises as an alternative Russian different from my native language ? It should be noted that it is believed that if it were not for Ivan III, then in Novgorod, would have formed a separate language.
Siberia is going to play a part, but not necessarily exactly like OTL.

I haven't actually thought about the state of Russian language yet. Thank you for the information.
 

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Siberia is going to play a part, but not necessarily exactly like OTL.

I haven't actually thought about the state of Russian language yet. Thank you for the information.
Got a map for those of us who are not familiar with E. Europe? It gets confusing when I try to draw lines.
 
Got a map for those of us who are not familiar with E. Europe? It gets confusing when I try to draw lines.
I'm already working on one. It'll be up when we're finished with the Great Russian Revolt, seeing as a map of this exact moment would get obsolete pretty quickly. :)
 
Chapter 25: Марш смерти (Death March)
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Part 25: Марш смерти (1574)

Abridged passage from Mikhail Malinkhovsky's novel "Rossiya", published in Vostovsk, year 1987
[...] and as the last pieces of bread and water left in the stock were divided between the men, we, the last of the Russians, continued pushing forward across these deserts of snow and frost. Any roads or paths that once trailed across here were covered and invisible. But even if we could see the mightiest passage in front of us that miraculously led to Tver, how much use would it be when we can't see past our shoulders.

It's as if God himself is punishing us. Showering us with storms, blizzards and eternal cold. But no matter what, the remnants of the Army - about five thousand starving men, each one with a crushed spirit and a former life they had, never to return to - pushed on.

Slowly, slowly... The soldiers around me could barely register as human beings at all. All of them more resembled a bunch of broken carcasses, covered in furs and flesh, holding one hand in front of their "face" to protect it from the whetting hail. I still held onto my spear as a some sort of walking stick. It's not like I'll ever get to use it again. What's the chance that we'll be able to defeat the Litvins next time? Radziwill's grunts are probably trailing after us as I speak.

As I slowly marched forward, I slowly walked over the corpses littered around our trail. They couldn't take it. Many of us are wounded, bleeding, and we haven't brought a single doctor with us... The rest march with gurgling stomachs, freezing bodies and broken hearts. Throughout the last three days, I've already witnessed men going insane from lack of food and attacking their comrades, they had to be put down, others trying to eat dead grass, wood, snow, soil and horse manure or even each other. We almost never stop to sleep, to rest or to eat. Not that we have the time, or the food, to do any of that. All villages in sight were looted and abandoned, there was zero grain or meat left there in this dark winter.

Our last hope is returning to Tver. Wherever it may be. Are we even going to the right direction? How many days, or, more accurately, how many dead bodies will it take before we get there?

Throughout this long march, Kratkov was running around the entire army, desperately trying to keep hopes up. "There is still a chance we can pull back," he says. "Perhaps Sweden will change their mind," he continues. "Perhaps the Westerners will attack Lithuania again," he repeats. His lackey Boris was much less energetic. Walking at the side of the army with a few followers, the noble from Vyazma simply watched as his leader tried to beat the war drum again.

None of us wanted to fight anymore. We had families that we had to save from a Litvin onslaught.

One of the soldiers walking next to me suddenly fell on his knees, coughing heavily. His clothes were punctured and soaked with water and blood - how could he walk for three whole days with them? Kratkov quickly hurried to the weakened, coughing man, and immediately took off his fur coat and gave it to the soldier.

Our leader said that he had to kill bear with his own hands for that fur, and yet he gave it away immediately to someone in need. Of course, risking his own life in this freezing weather. The march continued.

Hours passed, one after another, and as the sun got closer to the horizon, the blizzard began to calm down. Perhaps God still has hope for us after all. For the first time in this march, we agreed to stop and set up camp, near a frozen riverside, not far away from an another abandoned village. There was no point in trying to settle there - there's probably nothing left after Litvin looting, anyway. No food, no people. A few warriors who were still able to stand were sent as scouts to find a road to Tver, a few others walked to a nearby forest to hunt for meat, while others rested in the camp. Among our ranks, we found a man who used to work as an assistant of a doctor before being drafted into the Yaroslavl Opolcheniya. Lines to his services immediately began to form, but the poor student soon realized that he knew much less than what he thought...

I was one of the few people who wasn't on the verge of death or bleeding out, and was thus sent to the nearby forest with a few other soldiers. Two, to be more exact. One of them was Yuri, from Novgorod. He was one of the many locals who cheered for the arriving Russian Army, he even said he helped to break down and destroy the veche bell. According to him, he wanted to feel the thrill of combat and fighting for his people, and thus immediately signed up for the Opolcheniya. And now, he's a broken shell of a man like all of us, with a bullet wound in his left arm that forever immobilized it.

The other was Boris - he was a peasant from the region around Vladimir, just like me. He rose up in the first days of the Rebellion, and along with six of his friends, he rallied his village to burn the local estate and join the Opolcheniya. Boris kept reminding me that the last of those "friends" died a few hours ago - he caught pneumonia, there was no way of helping him, especially not in this type of weather, so he had to be left behind. Even when I'd ask him to shut up, he still continued. Unlike Yuri, he wasn't injured, even though he was one of the men who charged right into Lithuanian musketeers in Sychyovka, such a flash of luck that even the peasant himself was surprised how he's still alive.

The three of us slowly pushed across the dead, leafless forest, periodically stabbing the ground, hoping to hit any sort of animal. No, nothing to be found for miles. The forest is sleeping. The animals are sleeping. Only we, men, are stupid enough to wander around in winter. So we turned around, marching back towards the camp.

On the way, we met an another group of hunters. They didn't have anything either, and they apparently actually lost one of their ranks - apparently, one of their men was only acting to be healthy, and as soon as the camp was no longer visible, he ran screaming to the forest, never to return. He didn't want to die among his peers and sadden them even more.

A few minutes later, we finally reached the frozen river. Some of the ice was already broken, and only a few floating strains of cloth gave us a hunt of what happened there. Trying to avoid the same fate, we moved across slowly, one by one.

God must have favored us, because we didn't lose anyone there. There, the camp is already in sight!.. But where is everyone? The field around the scattered tents were almost empty of people, even though they were crowded when we left... The answer was placed before us soon enough, as a man soon rushed towards us from one of the tents, exclaiming:

"Brothers! Brothers! Kratkov is dying!"

Wait... WHAT? Dropping our weapons and cargo, we immediately rushed to the largest tent in the center, where a few dozen people had already gathered around. Don't tell me that it's true... It can't be!

But, alas, when we reached the building and stormed to the inside, we witnessed our leader, our Vozhd in these long years of war in his deathbed. He could barely even speak, his eyes were squinting, and he generally looked tired and weak. Perhaps giving his clothes to others wasn't the best decision... Kratkov coughed heavily, trying to clear his throat, but it didn't help.

And we had no medicine. We had nobody in this army who knew how to treat our leader. And he knew that. All of us knew that.

Boris of Vyazma was kneeling next to him, holding his hand. Many of his other followers - Mikhail Romanov, his former enemy, and Viktor Ulyanovich - were standing by the side. One of the soldiers brought a priest, one of the many recruited, but one of the few who survived, and the holy man began preparations for the Mystery sacrament. Of course, we didn't have any oil, nor wheat or candles, only water...

But despite all efforts, Ivan knew that this is the end.

"Boris," he said, speaking to his loyal follower. The noble from Vyazma raised his head. "It is your mission to lead the Russian people now. At this time, they need your guidance more than ever. Lead them to victory or to virgin lands, I'm sure you will pick the right choice..."

Boris of Vyazma merely nodded in response. Mikhail Romanov already took off his hat... But the Vozhd still had some things to say.

"Brothers and sisters..." he said, speaking to everyone else in the room. "I will no longer be able to help Mother Russia in her eternal struggle. But no matter how many centuries we will have to endure... someday God will bring mercy to our people, I'm sure."

No...

No...

Look at his eyes, the closing eyes... And the limp body...

He is dead! Ivan Kratkov is dead! Russia is dead!
 
They didn't have anything either, and they apparently actually lost one of their ranks - apparently, one of their men was only acting to be healthy, and as soon as the camp was no longer visible, he ran screaming to the forest, never to return. He didn't want to die among his peers and sadden them even more.

You seem to savour every moment of this "March of Death".
I might be wrong though...
 
You seem to savour every moment of this "March of Death".
I might be wrong though...
:p

I think I may have read too much about the Carolean Death March in preparation for this post.

Also, I finally see some Russians here reading this TL. I was waiting for this moment. :)
 
:p

I think I may have read too much about the Carolean Death March in preparation for this post.

Also, I finally see some Russians here reading this TL. I was waiting for this moment. :)

in Russia "The Great Tsardom of Lithuania and Russia" - a popular theme.
 
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