I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 678 Burning Eastern Europe
"Everyone can't let down their guard!"

Drasovitz waved his hand and said loudly:

"That was just a test by the Russians. The real battle is coming!"

However, because his left cheek was badly swollen, his voice was a little unclear and no one paid attention to him for a while.

Drasovitz got anxious and climbed up the breastwork. Just as he was about to continue shouting, the company commander came over, patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "Let's have some fun. There will be fewer and fewer times when we can relax like this in the future."

Their company's mission was to hold out in Zagazik Village for three days. So far, only three hours had passed.

The soldiers celebrated for a while, and then began to collect the bodies and treat the wounded.

Father Staszak, who was in charge of Drasovitz's company, came and stood in front of each of the fallen soldiers and said a short prayer for them.

The company commander hurried over and said anxiously: "Father Starshak, you shouldn't come now. The Russians may attack at any time. It's too dangerous here..."

The priest waved his hand calmly, "I must bring the Lord's comfort to the boys."

When he and his assistant finished praying for all 41 soldiers who died on the Zagazyk village defense line and rushed to the next defense point, the Russian bugle calls were heard in the distance.

The priest turned back, raised his wrinkled hands, and said loudly: "Brave Crusaders, God is with you!"

There was a sudden burst of warm cheers on the battlefield.

Drasovitz narrowed his eyes and looked at the Russian soldiers pouring out of the woods ahead, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "At least 1 people, or even more..."

Then, the voice of the ranger reporting to the officer could be heard in the distance, "The Russians are gathering... with an infantry regiment as the core... and there are also skirmishers, about a battalion... on the north side of the village... there are traces of Russian cavalry..."

Drasovitz spat hard on the ground and said grimly, "There are really a lot of these Russian bastards."

A regiment plus a battalion of skirmishers would make at least 2 men, and there were also cavalry.

The Polish army responsible for defending the village of Zagazki consisted of less than 1 people.

There was another new soldier standing next to Yannick. He remembered that his name seemed to be Jerzy Lachiko, so he turned his head and greeted him: "Jerzy, you are here?"

"Yeah. We met in the training camp, right? You guys were really good just now!"

"Yeah, a lot of people died. Are you nervous?"

"No!" Lachiko puffed out his chest. "I'm so excited!"

Yannick nodded: "It's important to keep your hands still."

"Ok!"

"Also, the Russians are nothing, they'll die if they're shot. So, shoot them as quickly as possible."

"okay, I get it!"

The Russian artillery began firing, which was a form of fire suppression before launching an attack.

Behind the breastwork on the east side of the village of Zagazyk, Polish soldiers stood upright, gritting their teeth and ignoring the whistling shells.

Occasionally someone was crushed by a shell, but someone else would immediately fill in. Still standing tall.

Soon, the sound of Russian military drums could be vaguely heard.

Drasovitz whispered to the new recruits on both sides: "Hold on, as long as we survive this wave, we may be able to hold on for three days."

He knew very well that the first round of the general offensive was the most fierce, but if there was no breakthrough, the Russian army's momentum would be frustrated.

The new recruits on their side will also become numb from the initial panic - numb to the sounds of gunfire, artillery fire and death.

This line of defense will become more solid.

As the drumbeats became clearer, a column of Russian infantry appeared in Drasovitz's sight.

The column was three rows wide, with more than ten rows of soldiers following behind, trotting forward with their backs hunched.

This is the most popular offensive method used by major European countries in recent years.

Drasovitz knew that there should be more than a dozen such columns attacking at the same time on the vast battlefield.

Behind the column was the infantry line.

If he was entangled by the Russian assault column, the opposing infantry line would take the opportunity to approach and defeat him using their numerical advantage. It would be great if there were a lot of cannons. He muttered to himself, and then he heard the officer's voice, "Ready--"

Yannick next to him quickly raised his flintlock, a few points faster than him.

Drasovitz smiled and whispered, "Another one, our Crusader."

"Ah."

"aim--"

"emission--"

Dense tongues of fire spurted out from the Polish defense line, and more than a dozen Russians who approached fell down immediately.

Lachiko patted Yannick on the back and said excitedly: "I hit it! Did you see it? I hit it..."

The latter glared at him and said, "Reload quickly!"

"Oh……"

Immediately, the Polish army launched several consecutive rounds of volleys.

But the Russian infantry was also extremely fierce. Although people were constantly being shot and killed, they continued to advance.

Yannik didn't know how many times he had finished reloading. When he raised his gun, he saw that the Russian army had stopped and was aiming at him from more than 30 steps away.

"shooting--"

At the officer's command, Yannick hurriedly pulled the trigger. Glancing to the side, he saw Lachiko still struggling to reload the bullet.

"Bang bang bang-"

The Russians responded with a volley almost simultaneously.

The bullets crossed each other mercilessly, the soldiers on both sides let out a series of muffled groans, and blood splattered everywhere.

The Russians were obviously able to reload faster than the Polish recruits. With a burst of gunfire, several Polish soldiers who were still reloading were hit.

"Hold on!" Yannick and Drasovitz shouted together.

There was one less person on each of their sides, but the other Polish soldiers acted as if they didn't notice and just raised their guns firmly.

volley.

Several Russian soldiers were also killed, and they immediately retaliated with a volley of fire.

In this way, the soldiers of both sides continued to reap each other's lives at a very close distance, and at the same time they were also putting their own lives on the gambling table.

Wailing and screaming filled the entire battlefield, even drowning out the sound of gunfire and military drums.

Blood and body parts splattered everywhere, but were soon covered by new blood and corpses.

Life is like the cheapest weeds, falling down in clumps under the smoke.

"Yeah, reload!"

Yannick raised his gun and turned his head to warn, but he saw that the face on the right had been replaced by another person.

He was stunned for half a second, wiped the sweat or blood on his face with his elbow, and shouted to the recruit: "Carol, keep your hands steady, this is very important!"

"emission--"

Yannick roared like the officer, and the flintlock in his hand spewed out flames, and the Russian holding the flag on the opposite side fell to the ground.

The other Russian soldiers looked at each other, then looked at the corpses scattered around them, and suddenly turned around and retreated.

On the battlefields in the north and south, seven or eight Russian columns finally could no longer bear the casualties and began to turn around and flee.

"Hey! They're retreating!" Carol waved her fist excitedly.

Yannick nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't relax, there are still many enemies behind."

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the Russian infantry line appeared in front of everyone. In front of them, there were three or four hundred Russian skirmishers who kept suppressing the fire.

(End of this chapter)