Chapter 676: Burning Eastern Europe 4

Chapter 677 Burning Eastern Europe IV

"ah--"

Yannick's eyes widened, he shouted in fear, and then subconsciously pulled the trigger.

"Bang -" the bullet flew up into the sky.

Krzysztof had already started to reload, but he heard Yannick still muttering randomly:

"Virgin Mary! Please bless your..."

He patted him hard on the back:

"Stop talking nonsense! Reload quickly!"

"Reload? Ah, yes, reload!"

Yannick's hands trembled even more, and it took him a long time to take off the gunpowder bag, but he could not pour it into the gun even after trembling for a long time.

He really longed to be able to go to the battlefield and kill the invaders, but at this time he couldn't control his body no matter what. The more he told himself to stop shaking, the more his limbs shook, and not just the limbs, he even felt that his stomach was violently spasming, as if an invisible hand was stirring his internal organs, making him almost Out of breath.

And in his mind, he could not stop imagining the scene where he was shot by the Russians, just like Batrovich just now...

"aim--"

"shooting--"

The voice of the company commander came. Yannick took a deep breath, crossed himself on his chest, then reluctantly poured the gunpowder into the gun and spilled most of it.

Drasovitz reminds everyone to aim before hitting.

The Russians in front of him were getting closer. The flying bullets are getting denser and denser.

Wails could be heard from time to time in Yannick's infantry line, and then someone would fall down, and then the soldiers from the rear would step forward, drag the body away, and then hold themselves against the vacant spot.

Yannick pulled out the purge and tried several times before inserting it into the muzzle of the gun accurately, and there was another volley of fire all around.

"Bang! Bang bang——"

The gunfire from the opposite side suddenly woke him up. When he looked up, he saw that the Russians had rushed to less than 40 steps in front of the parapet. He could even see the beard on the face of the guy opposite.

He finally loaded the ammunition, raised the gun, aimed at the man, and pulled the trigger hard, but the gun did not go off.

He hurriedly lowered his head to check, only to find that the flint clamp had not been opened.

"Damn it! I'm such a stupid ass!"

Yannick muttered, pulled the gun with difficulty, raised the gun again, and saw the bearded Russian also aiming at him.

"Ah!" He was excited and subconsciously bent down to avoid it.

"shooting--"

The Polish army fired another volley, but Yannick was whipped by the officer, "Stand up, coward!"

At this time, a dozen Russian soldiers had already ran 20 steps away, shouting randomly and shooting at them with guns.

Seemingly influenced by Yanik, more and more Polish soldiers huddled under the parapet.

The Russians immediately took advantage of the situation and sprinted for a while. The bearded man even jumped onto the parapet and stabbed Drasovitz with a bayonet.

The latter raised his flintlock forcefully, and the cold bayonet drew against his scalp. The Russian immediately raised his foot and kicked him in the face.

Drasovitz groaned and bent down.

Krzysztof, the only recruit among the recruits who was still shooting, shouted anxiously:

"Stand up! Stand up and shoot!"

The surrounding soldiers were still huddled there, and no one responded. Even Drasovitz, a veteran, was squatting there with his face covered.

"Damn it! Have you all forgotten that girl from yesterday?" Krzysztof shouted, "If the Russians are allowed to break through the defense line, all Poles will be like her!"

Yes, he still doesn't know the girl's name - after she died, the little boy named Kachi didn't say a word.

"Damn it! Keep shooting! This place can't become another Livonia! You..."

Krzysztof's voice stopped abruptly.

Yannik was startled, turned around and saw that a large piece of Krzysztof's neck was torn open by a bullet, and blood was spurting out from the breach, spraying all over the Russian soldiers in front of Drasovitz. All over my face.

"Krzysztof!"

Yannick shouted, suddenly remembering that there was still ammunition in his gun, his arm suddenly gained strength, and he raised his gun and shot at the Russian soldier.

"Bang!"

The bearded Russian was still wiping the blood from his face when a hole was punched in his abdomen. After shaking twice, he fell from the parapet.

Yannick shouted, swung his flintlock gun, and knocked over another Russian who had climbed up the parapet. The officer's order rang in his ears again.

"Prepare--"

"Yes, shoot!" Yannick quickly stood up the flintlock gun and began to pour gunpowder into the muzzle.

What flashed before his eyes was the girl who was hit by the cannon yesterday, Batrovitch whose head was smashed, and Krzysztof whose blood spurted out.

For a moment, his hands seemed to have forgotten to tremble.

Yannick quickly completed the reloading, took a deep breath, then raised the gun and roared like a beast:

"Damn! Russians can die too! I just killed one! I'm going to kill another fucking one!"

Drasovitz also calmed down. He shook his head and reluctantly raised the gun:

"I have to hold on here! My Malina and Feodor are in the warren. I have to stay in front of them!"

Perhaps Krzysztof's words just now had an effect, or perhaps he was inspired by Yannik's heroic performance. The recruits huddled nearby stood up one after another.

"shooting--"

Following the officer's order, the Polish army's position in the village of Zagazik fired the neatest salvo since the battle.

A dense barrage of bullets swept past, and the Russian soldiers at the front fell down in an instant.

On a mound three kilometers away.

In front of the Russian temporary command post, General Morkov, the commander-in-chief of the Russian Polish Front, looked at the sparse fire on the Polish defense line through the telescope, and the Russian scattered soldiers who were almost rushing into the village of Zagazyk, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. [Note 1]

"His Majesty the Tsar should have declared war long ago, and there was no need to assemble these 120,000 troops."

He handed the telescope to the staff officer beside him: "The combat effectiveness of these Polish troops is almost as weak as that of the Ottomans."

Yes, he just sent a group of exploratory scattered soldiers, and almost broke through the Polish defense line, which gave him a clearer understanding of the strength of the Polish army.

He signaled to the herald: "Let Vadisnov withdraw. Koroliev will launch a general attack in an hour.

"Today, I will push the front line to the city of Mozyr."

"Yes, General! "

Morkov was not arrogant. As the main offensive direction of this war of conquest, he had a full 75,000 troops under his command, and he brought as many as 92 cannons alone, which was why the Polish position was bombarded so badly.

And this army had participated in the Russo-Turkish War, and its combat quality was much higher than that of the Poles.

On the other hand, Poland had only 50,000 soldiers and no more than 30 cannons.

If he still couldn't win a quick victory, he wouldn't have to go back to St. Petersburg.

Soon, a gong sounded behind the Russian army, and the attacking Russian skirmishers immediately began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Until the Russians had withdrawn from the range of the flintlock, the Polish officer shouted "Stop", and Yannick put away the flintlock belatedly.

In the open space in front of him, there were at least sixty or seventy Russian bodies lying in a mess.

Yannick was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a hot current surging from his back to the top of his head. He waved his arms uncontrollably and shouted:

"We beat back the Russians! They ran away! They ran away!"

The surrounding recruits were also stunned for a moment, and then jumped and cheered:

"The Russians have retreated!"

"Haha, let them know how powerful we are!"

"Long live Poland!"

"Long live the motherland!"

[Note 1] The Russian army that invaded Poland was divided into two parts, the Lithuanian Front in the north and the Polish Front in the south. It does not mean that the army was composed of Polish soldiers.