Colonel Millerov looked up and nodded. “I’m none too happy with it myself. I feel like I’m being watched every minute of the day. But—” He pointed. “I’m just as worried about the walls they’re pushing inwards. And what’s going to happen if the Rus get here and get in before our reinforcements get here.”
“Help should be on his way from Smolensk.” The last messenger had arrived just days ago. He had to swim down the Volga at night and sneak up the bank. But he had reported that the Smolensk garrison was coming.
“They need to move faster,” Millerov said. “Once those forces get here, we’ll have them between us and the relief. And there’s no way out for them.” He paused. “If they get here in time, that is.”
* * *
“General Izmailov, sir.” Nick paused to think about his report for a moment. “A force of about eight thousand men is approaching from the southwest. From Smolensk, as near as I can tell. They’ll be here in a week.”
The general looked grim. “Well, we knew it was inevitable.”
He began issuing orders. “Tim, now that we’ve tightened the noose around Rzhev, we’ve got plenty of wall sections. We’ll use them to build our own fortifications between us and the oncoming force. Arrange it.”
That wasn’t a good solution but it was the best he could do with what he had. One thing he didn’t want to allow was a relief of the siege of Rzhev. Instead his force would be both besiegers and besieged.
“Yes, sir.” The young lieutenant—who was looking older by the day—took off toward the peasants and soldiers who were used to move the walls.
Work on tightening the noose around Rzhev was halted while the Russians set about making their own defensive wall. To General Izmailov this was looking more and more like a carefully laid plan where someone had jumped the gun. Tim was right about the Volga, or at least he might be. If the Poles got a base on the upper Volga, they would be in a much better position to press Wladislaw’s claim to the czar’s throne. If the enemy got Rzhev and Tver and held them for a while, they could build up supplies and equipment to make a rapid advance by way of the Volga. They wouldn’t need to take Moscow, just cut it off from the rest of Russia. Besides, if they held the Volga to Nizhny Novgorodi, they held the mouth of the Muscovy River. Apparently, someone in Poland had realized that Moscow was a false key to Russia.
It was the rivers that gave someone control of Russia, not Moscow. Especially if the Poles got their own up-timer somewhere to make them steam-powered riverboats. Russia now had some steamboats running up the Volga bringing supplies. What they weren’t bringing were reinforcements. Izmailov wondered if the people back in Moscow were crazy.
Meanwhile, everyone was working to get a second wall up about fifty feet outside the first and to get all their supplies between the two walls. That would give them a corridor that would stretch from the river on one side of Rzhev to the river on the other side. Rzhev was located on both sides of the Volga, but a bluff on the north side of the river commanded the lower city on the south side. For now, Izmailov would cede the lower city to the Poles. He could take it back easily enough once they had the upper city in their hands. There had been a ferry between the two, but that was easily dealt with. The Volga here was a bit over a hundred yards wide, making it impossible to occupy both sides of the river without dividing his force. The good news was the volley guns and small cannons placed at either end of the corridor could prevent the Poles from resupplying Upper Rzhev by crossing the Volga. That same bluff gave the Russian guns an advantage when protecting their resupply.
“All right, Nick. From now on you base out of Staritsa. I want you well away from Cossack patrols.” Starista was about thirty miles as the crow—or Testbed—flew, a bit over fifty miles along the river. And it had enough defenses to keep Testbed safe. “Do you really think the blinker lamps will work in daylight?”
“They should, General. The lamp on Testbed is located in shadow, so as long as we stay out of the sun, you should be able to see the flashes. You have the grid map and we got a good enough look at their army to give a good read on their units. They have been designated A through K. We’ll send an offset for the code wheels at the beginning and end of each message.”
“What about us sending you messages?
“Should work about the same. Blink at us from a shaded spot.” Nick said. “What really worries me, General, is . . . well, they will know that we are telling you their locations. And we can’t stay up all that long. They can just wait for us to leave, then move their units and attack where you’re not expecting it.”