3-4 February 1238
The darkness came up on the Plasma by Vladimir. The taxi informed larkashkashi Batu about the rich city of Sunday in 4 pharaohs to the North. Darkness needed siege khashar-Russian slaves. In Sunday could not be many warriors, but many for good and white women.
Batu looked back at the tennis and waved to the Burgundy. "Take your Lumen and bring me the Sunday Khazar quickly.” The Burgundy fog detached itself from the column and moved North along the Plasma river...
Burundi (Satyr)
Burgundy (from-for mistakes translation is called-Batyr (from MNG.- Satyr, hero) was not Genghis Khan. Like tsubodai, his friend and kinsman, He had achieved everything himself. Valor and talent. From the shepherd of the Mongol tribe Urania to Temnik-the highest officer of the Mongol Empire. Burgundy was Batu's second best dog.
Chipmunk led Lumen light, without baggage. It in half Lumen consisted of Mongols — his people of Raphael; and the conquered tribes with the Volga Bulgar. There was little difference. Fought all and was brutally punished for the same. As demanded NASA of Genghis Khan.
Reaching the evening of February 3 to the mouth of the NRL flowing into the Plasma, horse Lumen went down the river to Sunday...
Without an army
Sunday. The ancient capital of the Principality, the religious center and the princely residence of Yuri Vladimir. This city was perfectly protected.
On three sides of the fortress on the hill was covered with Tameka, in those days a wide and navigable river. A ring of three earthworks with wooden walls and towers encircled the city around the perimeter. From the field the ramparts were protected by a moat.
Sunday army was one of the best. Hardened by wars since the beginning of the Principality of Sunday, 200 years of battles. Since the time of Kiev an Us Andrei Bogolyubsky, Yuri Dolgoruky drove from here the army to Kiev, the steppe and other rivals.
10,000 Tatars wouldn't have a chance. If only Sunday had an army...
But the whole army-the militia and the senior princely squad, has long been in the Mongol war. As the most faithful part of the Grand Duke Yuri Vladimir and on his orders, met Sunday Tatar warriors near Bologna. Fought with them for Moscow. And now, having paid all debts, lay in the earth. The remaining defended the new capital — Vladimir.
Monks on the walls
And Sunday was defenseless. And in the absence of army his defense headed a spiritual host-Orthodox priests.
It is not the first time monasteries fight not only with the word of the Lord, but also with the sword. From the birth of Russia until the 20th century, monasteries will be the hub of Russian defense. The monks will fight for centuries. On the Kulikovo field with mom, with the poles of the false Dmitri, the French of Napoleon.
For God, for parishioners, for the Russian land!
Vasilievsky monastery in Sunday had its own Arsenal. And some of the monks before the tonsure was from noble families and vigilantes, accustomed to weapons. In armor and skill they could not equal the men-at-arms, but they could fight back quite well.
Learning of the approach of the Tatars, at the call of the Bishop of Sunday on the walls stood Orthodox army. The Ministers of the churches, minority and quality Vasilievsky monastery. Elderly people, the peasants of the nearby graveyards. They dismantled the weapons of the monastery and fortress arsenals.
Storm
The Chipmunk fog went on without respite. The cookers chewed dry hurt and slept in their saddles. In the morning the Tatars came from the South along the Tameka river...
Under the bells of monasteries and churches, in the brilliance of numerous Sunday domes, the Mongolian stream flowed around the ancient Sunday. Burundi, standing on the hill, ordered to send ambassadors demanding surrender. 3 lone riders in Fox Malachi approached the locked gate.
Us, give up! We will take 2/3 of the people and all the goods. But we will not burn the city. And leave a third of yours in the city. The Bishop of Sunday replied: “You, the bloody non-Christians and water will not give!”
Having been refused, the Burundi ordered to start storming Sunday. And spare no one. 7,000 Tatars dismounted from their horses. And gaining the stairs, ran to the castle walls under the cover of gunmen.
Met the heathen host on the walls. The roar of battle rose. The screech of Russian / Mongolian arrows and the howl of the assault, the clash of blades and the moans of the dying...
Fought bravely Orthodox monks. Like a black death they rushed in their black chasubles on the walls, cutting down the infidels mercilessly. They stood and died to the incessant ringing of bells. The flow of the steppe dwellers did not stop, and the defenders on the walls remained less and less. Tatars broke into Sunday...
Last frontier
Children and women fled to the last line of defense, behind the walls of the princely Citadel. The Abbot of the monastery with the last hundred brothers broke through there.
Under a single chorus of Sunday voices, under the last prayer of the parishioners, stood in their defense black hundred. The battle on the city walls ceased, and the bell-ringers began to fall silent, knocked down by a Tatar arrow from the bell-towers.
Prowling in search of profit Mongols quickly reached the last walls - the princely Citadel of the X century…
The Mongols knocked out the gate with a log and rushed into the courtyard. The monks stood before them like a wall of shields. Was on my way to Christ they are, but prepared to sell expensive life. The Plainsmen rushed at them, shrieking wildly. Cut tirelessly kinoway and quality Suzdal. One by one the nookers fell to the bloody snow.
Tatar archers galloped up. To avoid unnecessary losses, the Tatar infantry departed from the monastic system. Archers shot monks at point-blank range. And then Abbot Vasilevsky raised his axe, sending the brothers in the last attack...