I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 700 Despair and Hope (asking for monthly tickets!)

Finally, the commander's voice appeared in my ear, "Aim! Shoot--"

Old Vicha and his son raised their guns and shot at the Austrians opposite.

However, they had no formation and their shooting was extremely uneven, and only a dozen people fell in the Austrian line.

Instead, the Swiss mercenaries suddenly deployed in column formation and shot and killed dozens of enemy soldiers at close range.

Makovsky immediately pointed there and shouted, "Concentrate the attack there!
"Hold on, everybody! For the mines! For Poland!"

Old Vicha immediately signaled his son to move closer to the enemy's gap, reloading and shooting from time to time, and then moving forward.

He kept frowning, praying in his heart that he would not be hit by the bullet, and praying that the bullet shot at his son would be redirected to himself.

Then he thought of the comfortable life at home in the past year, the white bread with butter, and the girl from the Donald family that his son liked.

If they can drive away the invaders this time, they can get engaged.

He quickened his pace and rushed until he was less than 50 steps away from the enemy. Then he stopped suddenly, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

A flower of blood exploded in front of him and he hit the guy.

He looked back at his son, then filled it up calmly.

Bullets whizzed past his ears from time to time, but his prayers seemed to work and he was never hit.

He ran forward a few more steps, raised his gun, and fired.

There were fewer and fewer co-workers around him, and his mind was blank. He had only one thought: he must not run away.

"what!"

I heard little Vicha's shouting from behind.

Old Vicha's heart tightened and he turned around to see his son crawling up again. There seemed to be no scars on his body except for mud.

"I'm fine!" Little Vicha shouted, aiming his gun. "I tripped."

Old Vicha almost cried. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward. He was almost reaching the Austrian defense line.

Several patrolmen suddenly passed by him, and he actually saw Makovsky.

"Malik, follow me!"

Old Vicha yelled to his son, "Hold on, it will pass!"

Little Vicha has already caught up with Makovsky.

Dozens of people pulled the trigger one after another, and the gap in the Austrian defense line immediately widened a little.

The patrolman next to him was hit, and blood flowed to the feet of Old Vicha. He took out the gunpowder bag tremblingly and fell towards the muzzle, ready to be hit by the next bullet at any time.

At this moment, the Austrians on the opposite side suddenly let out a series of shouts, and then turned around and ran away.

It turned out that it was the shot fired by old Vicha just now that killed the guy in white and green uniform behind the Austrian defense line.

The rout quickly spread, and in less than 3 minutes, the entire Austrian infantry line had disintegrated. The overseers were unable to stop more than 1500 soldiers, and in order to avoid being trampled to death, they had no choice but to flee with them.

After a few more sporadic gunshots, the battlefield became quiet.

Makovsky walked out of the smoke, raised his flintlock and shouted excitedly:

"We won! We beat them!"

A miner nearby started crying:
"I, I'm not dead, wuwu..."

"Anthony, are you okay?"

"Those cowards, they ran away!"

"Yes, we won! We won!"

Lao Wei looked at the corpses all over the ground, but he didn't feel sad at all. He just hugged his son tightly.

In fact, during the charge just now, nearly 400 people from the mining company died, while the Austrian army only lost more than 100 people.

However, the Poles firmly fought the enemy with their crude archery skills without any hesitation.

The low morale of the Austrian army once again caused them to collapse. Makovsky continued loudly:

"Where's the drummer? Come here! And the flag bearer, hurry up, get everyone together! We have to get up the mountain as soon as possible!"

Mercenaries and miners around the battlefield gathered here one after another, and soon formed a team, following Makovsky around the ore washing pool. The path was just ahead.

At this moment, the sound of orderly military drums suddenly appeared in front.

A gust of wind blew away the thick smoke, and all the people from the mining company were stunned.

Just 200 steps away, there was a long and narrow gray-white wall of people, watching them quietly.

It is obvious that Wilmser relied on his military advantage to set up more than one line of defense.

Old Vicha felt a bitter taste in his mouth, glanced at his son, and silently began to reload.

Makovsky took a deep breath, took the flag, and came to the front of the team:

"Come on, we can win again!"

In fact, he knew very well that the fight just now had exhausted everyone's physical strength and fighting spirit. If they could rest for a few hours, they might be able to break through the enemy's blockade.

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But now, they will probably all fall at the foot of the Tarnovsk Mountains.

The mercenaries began to retreat. Although the mining company offered them a very high commission, it was impossible to win at this time. They did not want to die.

The miners gathered around Makovsky. The drums started beating. They lined up in a not very neat formation and slowly walked towards the Austrian army.

This is their home and their mine. If they don’t fight for it, who else can they expect?
Soon, more than a thousand miners came within the firing range of the Austrian infantry lines.

The Austrian soldiers looked at the Poles, whose bodies were blackened by the smoke and had many scars, and seemed a little surprised. For a moment they even forgot to shoot.

Instead, Makovsky shouted:

"Aim! Shoot—"

The miners fired their guns, reloaded, and moved forward again with determination.

Old Vicha crossed himself as he walked, muttering quietly:
"God, please give me a blessing..."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the firepower of the Austrian army on the opposite side seemed to be much weaker than before.

When they stopped and fired a round of volleys at Makovsky's command, several cracks appeared in the Austrian defense line.

The Austrian soldiers shouted in fear and began to flee in all directions.

Moreover, they seemed to be frightened out of their wits, and many of them actually ran to the miners' side, and were then shot dead one after another.

Little Weicha came over and pointed to the opposite side.
"Father, why do I feel like there are gunshots in the distance?"

More than ten minutes later, the soldiers on the Austrian defense line knelt down and surrendered under the gaze of the stunned miners.

Then, a group of soldiers in various clothes, holding guns, walked out from the smoke behind them.

"It's reinforcements!"

Makovsky immediately waved his hands and shouted excitedly:

"We are the resistance forces of the Umiyan Mining Company. Thank you! Who sent you?"

A burst of German voice came from the other side.

Then someone shouted in broken Polish:
"We are the volunteers of Nowy Szczecin, we are crusaders!"

The two sides made contact cautiously, and when Makovsky saw the certificate issued by the Polish government handed over by Major Fiket, he finally felt relieved.

"Thank God!"

"Long live the Crusaders!"

“You are the real Austrians!”

Just as the miners were pulling the volunteers and celebrating ecstatically, Major Ficotte suddenly frowned and looked south.

There came a sound like heavy rain hitting the roof.

It's the cavalry!
(End of this chapter)