Chapter 678 Burning Eastern Europe VI

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Chapter 679 Burning Eastern Europe VI

The Russian army's firepower was more intensive than that of the Poles, and its shooting accuracy was also higher.

When their infantry line arrived more than 40 steps in front of the parapet on the east side of Zagazik village, several gaps had appeared in the Polish army's position.

The number of Polish soldiers who were added later has gradually decreased.

On the bell tower not far away, a Polish captain put down his telescope and said anxiously to Lieutenant Colonel Lubinska, who was in charge of commanding the defense line of Zagazik Village: "Master, with this level of casualties, if we don't send the reserve team up, it will be very difficult." There may be...a crash."

Lieutenant Colonel Lubinska frowned.

He knew that his adviser was right. However, those 300 soldiers were the last strength in his hands.

Today is just the first day of the war.

If the reserves were also consumed, he would have no choice but to abandon Zagazik Village. And his mission is to stay here for three days.

General Kosciuszko said that the Russian army must be dragged into the rhythm of a critical battle before subsequent combat plans can be implemented.

Lubinska took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I believe them."

The Russian army's shooting became more and more fierce. In just over ten minutes, the long and narrow array covering the north and south sides of the village had reached a position more than 30 steps in front of the Polish defense line.

"Don't be afraid!" Drasovitz's voice was hoarse, but he still shouted, "Behind us is the motherland!"

This sentence was what he remembered when he listened to a speech by someone from the Barr Alliance last month.

He actually listened to a lot that day, but only remembered this sentence.

Yes, behind him is the motherland, and even more so his son and daughter.

The invaders can't get past him.

Unless, he dies.

The surrounding recruits shouted: "Protect our motherland!"

"Fight with them for the motherland!"

The Russian infantry lines opened fire.

The Polish army's defense line was instantly reduced by twenty or thirty people.

But the next moment, the Polish soldiers responded with a volley.

Although their shooting skills were poor, the Russians also suffered nearly thirty casualties.

Although the breast wall is slightly higher than the abdomen of an adult, it can still provide a certain degree of protection. This is also the Polish army's only reliance.

The Russian commander was also loudly motivating his men. The numerically superior infantry line has successfully approached the Poles, and the quality of our own soldiers is also much higher. There is no reason why we cannot attack this line of defense.

In just seven or eight minutes, the two sides had conducted dozens of rounds of shooting face to face.

The formations on both sides became uneven. The fierce exchange of fire left them no time to deal with the corpses, and it was difficult to replenish the strength of the rear team.

In the command post at the rear of the Russian army, General Morkov observed the Polish defense line through the telescope and said to the staff: "Order the baggage camp to prepare. The village of Zagazik will be ours soon. The attack will begin before half past two. The town of Marice, that would require a lot of shells.”

He had clearly seen that the Polish defense had been reduced to at least a fifth. Even the powerful Russian army would collapse in the face of such heavy casualties, let alone the weak Poles.

In fact, he already wanted to praise the Polish army. If it were the Ottomans, they should have started surrendering as early as when their infantry line reached 40 steps.

"Poor Poles," he smiled and shook his head, "How long can you hold on? 20 minutes? Or can you wait until Stepashin starts attacking?"

The fierce exchange of fire in front of the defense line in Zagazik Village continues.

Polish soldiers were still falling one after another, and those who were still alive were overwhelmed by Russian shooting.

However, it was completely different from what Morkov expected.

This army, which is mainly composed of new recruits, may be nervous, panicked, or even scared, but no one wants to escape.

Their souls have been closely linked by the concept of "Polish nation".

They are not alone here, they are part of Poland.

No one can invade their most cherished motherland!

Coupled with the blessing of the Crusaders' belief in jihad, life and death are just the most insignificant matter to them at this moment.

What they have to do is to sacrifice their last drop of blood for the great motherland under the watchful eye of God.

Even if he is the only one standing behind this parapet!

All the senior officers of Drasovitz's company were killed. At this time, he silently chanted the drum beat in his heart and shouted loudly: "Aim -"

No one questioned his order, and about 70 people around him raised their flintlock guns at the same time.

"emission--"

Drasovitz's hoarse shouts seemed to penetrate the battlefield, carrying dozens of lead bullets and hitting the Russian army's line formation, beating six people including the drummer to bloody pieces.

The Russian officers were shocked to find that although the Poles suffered heavy casualties, they did not waver at all. On the contrary, some on their side began to retreat.

Several Russian company commanders killed six or seven retreating soldiers one after another, and then stabilized the situation.

At this moment, a sneer appeared on the face of the Russian infantry commander. He heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the northwest.

"Look, these bastards are scared!" Drasovitz noticed that some Russian soldiers retreated, and immediately encouraged his comrades loudly.

At this moment, someone on the left side of the defense line suddenly shouted: "There are cavalry! Be careful!"

The commander of the nearest infantry company 7 turned his head and looked, and his heart tightened immediately. More than 40 Cossack cavalry sneaked past the northernmost end of the defense line under the cover of skirmishers.

And behind the defense line was their own artillery position.

Yes, although there were only two guns, they had been playing a huge role.

In fact, they accounted for at least a quarter of the Russian casualties.

Drasovitz was just a soldier, and he didn't know the thrilling containment, feint attack and fighting that had just happened in other parts of the battlefield. But he knew that although 40 cavalrymen could not shake the infantry line, they could destroy the two cannons.

The captain of the seventh company drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Follow me to protect the cannons! Only veterans, hurry!"

Drasovitz immediately ran towards him and waved to Yannick: "Come too!"

"Okay!"

The captain of the seventh company led more than 30 veterans to the artillery position. This was the maximum number of people he could mobilize from the defense line. If there were more, the defense line would not be able to hold up.

Drasovitz ran desperately, but his heart was filled with despair. He remembered that there were only a dozen guards left at the artillery position. By the time he rushed over, the cannons should have been destroyed by the Cossacks.

A quarter of an hour later, the captain of the seventh company led his men to the artillery position and saw that the artillery was still loading and firing, and he was relieved immediately.

"Where are the enemy cavalry?" He shouted to the nearest gunner.

"They are blocked over there." The latter raised his hand and pointed to the northeast.

The company commander immediately saw that 200 steps away, a small group of people were relying on two dilapidated farmhouses and fiercely exchanging fire with the Cossack cavalry.

No, the battle there was no longer fierce. The number of people resisting the cavalry was too small, and they had been wiped out. In a flash, only sporadic gunshots came from behind the farmhouse.

"Who is there?" The company commander frowned. He knew that with only more than a dozen soldiers guarding the artillery position, it would be impossible to hold off the Cossacks for so long.

The gunner lowered his head, picked up a cannonball, ran to the muzzle, and said in a low voice: "It's Father Starshak, and the leatherworker and the blacksmith..."

The army of this era could not do without these craftsmen for a moment - they had to repair boots and guns for the army at any time, and they were precious technical jobs.

There were 12 leatherworkers and 10 blacksmiths in the village of Zagazk.

It was they, together with the priest, who assisted the 14 infantrymen here and used their lives to hold off the Russian cavalry for nearly 20 minutes.