Chapter 679: Burning Eastern Europe 7

Chapter 680 The Burning Eastern Europe VII

At this moment, the gunfire from the farmhouse in front stopped abruptly.

Drasovitz turned his head and saw more than a dozen Russian cavalrymen rushing to the back of the farmhouse from both sides, stabbing the bodies of Father Starshak and others with sabers, not knowing whether they were venting their anger or confirming whether he was dead.

Obviously, the other soldiers also saw this scene, and they all clenched their flintlocks tightly, with angry flames in their eyes.

"Damn beasts!"

Someone shouted with bloodshot eyes: "Let's go and avenge the priest!"

"Yes, kill these sons of bitches!"

"Come back!" Although the captain of the 7th Company was also livid, he stopped the soldiers and shouted, "We must make Father Starshak's death worthwhile. We must defend the cannon!"

Everyone was silent.

Drasovitz gritted his teeth and said: "Sir, what should we do?"

The captain quickly looked at the simple artillery position under his feet.

This is a small mound with a slightly higher terrain. Except for a tree behind, there is nothing to cover. And the triangular wooden frame used to defend against cavalry was only perfunctorily placed.

In other words, the Russian cavalry can attack from several directions.

The whistling of the Cossacks came from a distance.

The captain glanced at the cannon wheels buried in the soil-in order to be more stable when shooting, the gunners often do this-and couldn't help frowning. It was too late to move the cannon.

He didn't have time to think about it, and said to the soldiers: "Twenty strong men, put on bayonets, form a semicircle, and try to block the cannon.

"Others shoot from the inside.

"Karoslaw, take a few people to move the barricades."

He looked at the captain of the artillery again: "Let your men pick up guns and come together to resist the cavalry."

"Yes, sir. But we only have four flintlocks."

The artillery guns were taken away by Father Staszak and his men.

"Then use ramrods, long-handled brushes, whatever."

"Okay, sir!"

The Cossack cavalry was very fast, and they almost didn't form a formation, and they whistled and pressed towards the artillery position from the west.

Drasovitz's legs were spread out in a lunge, and the butt of the flintlock was clamped at his waist, with the bayonet at the muzzle tilted upward at a 45-degree angle.

The veterans around him did not need his reminder, so he turned to Yannick behind him and said: "Hold steady, the range of the cavalry gun is very short, wait and aim before shooting. You may only have one chance to shoot."

Yannick's breathing was very rapid, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I remember."

Just a few minutes later, the wolf-like Russian cavalry came to 80 or 90 steps away from the artillery position and began to gallop.

Generally speaking, when facing the infantry bayonet formation, the cavalry will choose to pass in front of the formation, wait for an opportunity to kill with guns or sabers, and then line up in the distance, turn around and come again.

In the repeated harassment, the infantry formation was torn into a gap, and then forced to break in from here.

However, this time the Russians found that the number of defending infantry was not as many as their own, and because the defense surface was too wide, the infantry was only a thin row, so they decided to charge directly.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves struck the heart of every Polish infantryman.

Even the most experienced veterans would inevitably feel a strong sense of fear when facing a tall warhorse.

But the 20 Polish infantrymen who formed a semicircle were like nails to the ground at this moment. Even though their eyes were wide open and they even forgot to breathe, they did not move at all.

With a loud "bang", the cannons surrounded by the Polish soldiers opened fire first.

But only one cannon had an angle that could reach the Russians. A large bunch of iron balls suddenly drilled into the cavalry formation and dispersed under the huge momentum, directly piercing two horses and three Russian cavalrymen. Smoke and dust wrapped in flesh and blood left traces in the cavalry formation.

Several artillerymen used wet cloth to cool the barrels as quickly as possible, and then loaded gunpowder.

However, the Cossack cavalry had already rushed up the mound, and the cavalry guns crackled. Immediately, two Polish soldiers fell down, covering their wounds.

The captain of the 7th Company kept repeating: "Don't shoot, wait a little longer--"

The cavalry had rushed to a place only 30 steps away from the Polish defense line, and they threw away their guns and drew their sabers--their main weapons--and rushed forward with strange cries.

Of course, because this was the hinterland of the Polish army, Polish soldiers might come to reinforce at any time, which made them want to fight quickly.

Just when Drasovitz could clearly smell the bad breath of the horses, he finally heard the captain's shout: "Shoot--"

A row of flames suddenly burst out behind him.

The six Cossack cavalrymen running in the front fell off their horses, and tripped two cavalrymen behind them.

"Hold on!"

As soon as the captain roared, Drasovitz felt a lot of sand and gravel coming towards him, and his eyes darkened. It was because the sun was blocked by the warhorse.

The common situation in movies where cavalrymen butt heads against infantrymen is impossible to happen. Horses will instinctively stop when facing sharp bayonets.

The Cossack cavalrymen on horseback raised their sabers high and chopped them down straight at him.

"Be careful!" The soldier next to him exclaimed loudly, and the bayonet was quickly sent forward. When the saber fell halfway, it was the first to pierce the cavalryman's waist.

The Russian screamed and fell off his horse.

"Thank you..."

As soon as Drasovitz uttered a word, a saber chopped from the side, and a horrifying wound appeared on the chest of the soldier who had just saved his life.

"No!"

Blood was about to seep out of Drasovitz's eyes. He shouted and raised his bayonet and rushed towards the Russian cavalry...

Behind him, Yannick was holding a flintlock and met a Cossack cavalryman head-on.

The cavalrymen were much taller than the infantrymen on horseback, and in hand-to-hand combat, it was like an ordinary person fighting a dwarf, but he was not afraid at all. He stabbed the Russian saber at him and stabbed him in the abdomen with his teeth...

Not far away, Karoslaw pounced on a Russian cavalryman, and the two of them pinched each other's necks and rolled down the mound together...

The Polish artillerymen in the back row stabbed the horse's neck with a long-handled brush, and the frightened horse threw the cavalryman on its back off. But the next moment, a hand axe suddenly flew from somewhere and nailed him in the forehead with a "puff"...

A Polish soldier with a broken right leg gasped heavily and crawled to the nearest Cossack cavalry. With the last bit of strength, he chopped the horse's leg with a saber he picked up - that was the highest position he could reach...

The Russians had never expected that such a loose infantry defense line would not collapse under the full-force attack of more than 30 cavalrymen.

And it also dragged them into a hellish life-for-life battle.

In just over ten minutes, the slope was covered with corpses. Amid the blood and broken limbs, several horses twisted their bodies impatiently, trying to throw the dead bodies hanging on the stirrups off.