Regular visitors will know that I am currently building a 17th Century Zaporozhian Cossack army using By Fire & Sword miniatures.

I’ve already built the Tabor (war wagons) so next task was to paint up the Registered Cossack element: the nearest Cossack equivalent to regular soldiers. The Registered Cossacks began life in 1572 and served as a significant element of the Polish Lithuanian Commonwealth’s army until the 18th Century.

I’ve only painted two bases of Registered Cossacks, as most of a Cossack force should be lesser quality Moloitsy. Here they are:

I’m learning more about the Zaporozhian Cossacks as I go along. These weren’t the “born in the saddle” elite light cavalry of the Don Cossack type, but infantry based chaps from the Dneiper River area of the Ukraine. First recorded in the early 1500s, they seem to have fought just about everyone in the area: either separately or as part of a Polish army.

They specialised in raiding into other people’s territory, especially that of the Ottoman empire. One legend has it that the Sultan Mehmed IV asked them to stop their raids by sending the following letter:

As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the sun and moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God Himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians – I command you, the Zaporogian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.

Needless to say, this didn’t go down too well with our Cossack friends, who replied with a letter so rude that I have been forecd to use asterisks for some of it!

Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!

O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons. We have no fear of your army; by land and by sea we will battle with thee. F*ck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-f*cker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow. Screw thine own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord. The day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!

This momentous event was commemorated in a huge painting by Russian artist Ilya Repin: