Chapter 725 The Motherland is Proud of You (Recommended, please read later)

Chapter 726 The motherland is proud of you (recommended, please follow up)

"Don't stand still! Raise your guns!"

The Russian officer yelled at the soldiers who were stunned by the heavy blow, and kept pulling off the riding crop in his hand.

On the opposite side, Kosciuszko also shouted loudly:

"Load!"

After all, the Russian army was composed of elite grenadiers. Amid the officers' scoldings, they quickly came to their senses, hurriedly raised their guns, took aim, and fired a somewhat scattered volley.

But after all, it was more than 8,000 flintlock guns fired at close range, and the Polish infantry line was instantly riddled with holes.

However, like a sculpture without feeling, the Poles just finished loading silently and raised their guns again.

"Shoot!" Kosciuszko swung his sword downwards.

The shining firelight extended to the end of the river bank in an instant. The densely packed lead bullets flew over a short distance of 30 steps and penetrated into the Russians' bodies, making a series of popping sounds.

More than 400 people were shot and fell on the spot.

When the Russian commander ordered "five steps forward," most of the Russian soldiers did not move. Instead, they looked in horror at the bloody corpses beside them, as well as those who were not killed on the spot rolling and wailing on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the Polish infantry line took five steps forward!

With a distance of more than 20 steps, the two sides were almost face to face.

The Russian soldiers ignored the orders and subconsciously fired at the opposite side, trying to drive away these terrifying enemies.

What greeted them was another volley from the Poles.

The storm of lead bullets swept through, and the Russians collapsed amidst the screams one after another.

Starting from the southernmost side, the soldiers dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, and quickly spread to the entire infantry line. The officer couldn't restrain himself at all and had no choice but to run along.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of red figures with wings on their backs rushed into the battlefield on horseback and began to chase and kill the defeated troops.

There were no cheers in the Polish army. Everyone just silently checked weapons and ammunition, or collected the bodies of their comrades. They only occasionally raised their heads to take a look at the hussars who were strangling the enemy in the distance.

They relied on iron willpower to repel the enemy, but they also suffered huge casualties of more than 800 people.

They know that the battle has just begun, and they have to hold on for at least a whole day...

Behind the Russian army, Kakhovsky put down his telescope with a livid face.

He expected that the Poles would be very tenacious, but he never expected that his troops would be defeated so quickly.

Fortunately, he was well prepared this time.

He exhaled and said to the herald: "Let the Dubinin Army go up."

"Yes, General!"

Half an hour later, the Russian infantry line of the second group began to move, passing over the retreating soldiers and gradually moving to the middle of the battlefield.

Soon, the infantry lines of both sides approached again and began to shoot at each other as before.

The battlefield Kosciuszko chose did not have much space, and this was almost the only way to engage.

Firelight.

Buckshot.

Smoke.

A dying cry.

And, corpses.

For a time, these were the only things left on the banks of the Sargil River, and the only thing in the world was the God of Death, laughing maniacally.

6pm.

When Kosciuszko pressed the last reserve team and repelled the fifth Russian attack, the sky finally darkened completely.

The God of Death disappeared into the night, and the usual silence returned to the Sargir River.

Polish soldiers arranged the bodies of their comrades neatly along the river bank, and the military priest prayed for the deceased in a low voice.

Kosciuszko lay half on the blanket, looked up at the stars, and said to Dombrowski:

"The city of Bakhchisarai should have been solved, right?"

"Yeah." The latter took a sip of medical alcohol mixed with water, nodded, smacked his mouth again and said, "It's enough to make that old woman feel distressed for several years."

"It would be great if I could go back to Warsaw again." Kosciuszko tilted his head and said, "My grandson will be born soon."

Dombrowski patted him hard on the shoulder: "He will always be proud of you."

Kosciuszko took the glass bottle in his hand and took a sip: "God bless him, he can live in an era without war."

"Yeah, so here we are..."

Early next morning.

The Russian army did not waste any time and directly launched a general offensive.

There were only 5,000 soldiers left beside Kosciuszko.

The battle soon became intense. After several rounds of fierce exchanges with tens of thousands of Russian troops, more than a thousand Cossack cavalry appeared on the right side of the Polish line formation.

This time there were no hussars to stop them - most of their horses had been exhausted in yesterday's battle, forcing them to dismount and join the infantry.

Kosciuszko immediately led his guards to the right flank for reinforcements.

Just as he gripped the flintlock gun with the bayonet tightly and loudly encouraged the soldiers to maintain their formation, a cannonball slammed into them more than ten steps away.

The black iron ball hit something unknown, deflected strangely to the left, and jumped past Kosciuszko's side.

Kosciuszko immediately felt his body falling forward, and a piece of moss on the ground quickly enlarged in his eyes...

11am.

After using up all their ammunition, 3,000 Polish soldiers covered in blood were surrounded by the Russian army on the shore.

The highest-ranking Polish officer present came out and surrendered to Kachowski in accordance with Kosciuszko's previous orders.

It was just that they had burned all the flags before, so at the simple surrender ceremony, the Russians did not receive the Polish flag as a trophy.

…

Northeast Poland.

Minsk.

Suvorov rode on the wide avenue in front of the Minsk Holy Spirit Cathedral, feeling the angry eyes of the Poles around him, and squinted his eyes with enjoyment.

The Lithuanian garrison commander Bilak was no match for him at all.

After learning that a Russian army was heading to Novogrudok, Bilak misjudged Suvorov's tactical intention and thought he was going to bypass Drosicyn.

So Bilak transferred an elite infantry division to Novogrudok for defense, resulting in Minsk's troop shortage.

Suvorov immediately seized this flaw, concentrated superior forces, and quickly broke through the Minsk defense line from the north.

At present, Bilak's corps has retreated to Vilnius on the west side, but although there is the Velino Fortress to rely on there, the Russian army can completely ignore him and really bypass Novogrudok.

At that time, Bilak would have to chase out of Vilnius and fight the Russian army in the field.

Suddenly, a young man squeezed through the gap between the Russian soldiers blocking the road and threw a stone at Suvorov, shouting:

"Go back to Russia, you devil!"

Suvorov dodged the stone and frowned at Tormasov, saying: "It seems that there are many rebels against the Tsar in the city. Find them all and execute them."

"Yes, Marshal!"

Just after the young man was dragged away, a Russian officer caught up with Suvorov from behind, saluted, and handed him a battle report.

Suvorov smiled and unfolded the battle report, and then his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

It was written on it: General Kakhovsky has annihilated Kosciuszko's Corps. At the same time, the loss was that Bakhchisarai was breached and the port of Kafa was burned. In addition, the Kakhovsky Corps suffered heavy casualties and needed to rest for about half a year.