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Chapter 724: Siege (Please read!)
The importance of formation to cavalry is unquestionable. When a formation with neat formation beats a formation with loose formation, it is like a father beating his son.

Dabrovsky led the Winged Hussars, cutting through the messy Cossack cavalry like a hot knife cutting through butter, and "cutting" off a large piece of the Russian cavalry.

Under the threat of sharp lances, the Cossacks began to flee in panic.

Upon seeing this, Dombrovsky immediately ordered 300 rangers to pursue the largest group of Cossacks - once the cavalry collapsed, even with two dogs behind them they could still chase them around.

He gathered the Winged Hussars, pointed his saber at the Russian infantry in the center again, and shouted in a deep voice: "Shoot through them!"

The Russian troops in the center were exhausted under the fearless pressure of Wang's Third Division, but relying on their numerical advantage and arranging their infantry lines very solidly, they were able to grit their teeth and keep up the fire with the Polish army.

However, the Red Winged Hussars appeared.

The swaying soft wings behind them were like heavy hammers, hitting the hearts of the Russian infantry back and forth.

The Russian infantry on the left wing hastily adjusted their formation, forming a three-row horizontal line facing east to resist the cavalry charge.

However, the Russian army's training level was not high to begin with, and they were extremely tired after the continuous forced march. Even when Dombrovsky rushed to the front, the formation was still crooked.

The Winged Hussars put away their lances and drew their sabers.

The red torrent swept past the Russian infantry on the left wing, and sabers were like paintbrushes, painting large areas of bright red on the canvas of the battlefield.

In the rear of the Russian army, Kakhovsky soon received news that the Cossacks had been defeated, and his face turned pale.

He was very experienced and ordered the encircling corps on both wings to withdraw immediately without hesitation. At the same time, he sent the only two remaining Royal Plonsk cavalry squadrons, about 300 cavalrymen, to delay the attack of the Polish cavalry.

He originally intended to use these two cavalry squadrons as guards, but when he saw that the central army was in danger, he no longer cared about that.

Finally, when Dombrovsky rushed towards the Russian defense line for the third time, he seized a rare gap.

More than a dozen Winged Hussars quickly cut into the gap, and their teammates behind them immediately followed, tearing the Russian left wing into two pieces of unequal sizes.

The panic caused by the collapse of the flank quickly spread to the entire infantry line.

The soldiers of Wang Ling's Third Division suddenly felt that the enemy's firepower continued to weaken, so they immediately intensified their offensive and even launched a bayonet charge on a small section on the east side.

Dabrovsky led his troops to penetrate the left wing of the Russian army. In front of them, there was only one Russian infantry regiment that rushed over in a hurry, about 1300 people.

He looked at the slightly tired Winged Hussars behind him, then turned to look at the vaguely visible Russian command post on the high ground in the distance. He hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed heavily.

The soldiers had little strength left and their horses were very tired, so it was unlikely that they would be able to break through the infantry's defense line.

At this moment, the sound of a trombone was faintly heard behind him. It was the signal to retreat.

Donbrovsky shook his head. If he had 300 more cavalrymen and if everyone had enough physical strength, perhaps the war would end today.

He turned his horse regretfully and ordered a retreat.

In the Polish army's temporary command post, Kosciuszko was relieved to see that his troops had successfully evacuated the battlefield before the enemy withdrew.

It was nearly 4 p.m., and considering the chaotic state of the Russian army, it was impossible for them to launch another attack.

Tomorrow, there is still one day.

Two hours later, the staff reported the casualties to Kościuszko.

His soldiers were very brave and defeated the enemy, which was three times their size, but they also paid a huge price.

The infantry suffered more than 1300 casualties, the cavalry suffered 97 casualties, and two cannons were lost - he only had three cannons in total.

That is to say, he only has more than 8600 soldiers available for tomorrow's battle.

The Russian casualties were unclear, but it was estimated that there were at least 2 men available. And Kakhovsky would definitely not split up his forces to attack tomorrow, leaving himself a chance.

Kosciuszko frowned and looked at the map. After a while, he said to the messenger:

"Order all troops to move to the Salgil River. The Pasbitsky Battalion will provide cover."

The Salgil River is just a mile east of Simferopol, and fortunately, due to the mild Crimean winter, it has not yet frozen.

While Kosciuszko was fighting the enemy, Shvyehcic also launched a fierce attack on the city of Bakhchisarai.

The city defenses of Bakhchisaray were built by the Ottomans in the past. They look quite magnificent, but they are not very solid.

In the early morning, the Russian troops defending the city saw thousands of Polish soldiers approaching from the east.

They didn't care too much.

The Poles had attacked before with forces several times greater than this, and they had held their ground with ease.

However, the Russian army soon discovered that this time the Polish firepower was not as sparse as before, but extremely fierce.

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More than a thousand Polish soldiers, in a skirmish formation, approached the city wall within 80 steps and continued to fire at the Russian infantry lines below the city wall.

The Russians were soon dazed by the intensive firepower, and only managed to stabilize the situation by relying on the cannons on the city walls.

At this moment, Shvihecic personally led the artillery battalion, dragging five cannons until they were 5 steps away from the city before stopping.

For the cannon, this is almost a stick in the face.

The Russians were horrified and hurriedly aimed the cannons on the city wall in this direction.

Shvihecic loudly ordered the soldiers to secure the gun carriage and carry the ammunition.

A few minutes later, three Russian artillery shells landed not far from them, creating two deep pits, and then bounced backwards.

The Polish artillery also began to reload ammunition.

The Russian commander Trunikov was so frightened by this life-threatening posture that he broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to send infantry to drive away the artillery, but the dense gunfire in his ears made him give up the idea.

Soon, the Polish artillery also roared.

Five shells hit the city wall fiercely, and debris flew everywhere.

In particular, there was a 1-pound cannon - which was moved from the Kursk Fortress - which left a large hole in the city wall that was as deep as an adult's arm.

The Russian artillery also tried desperately to increase its firepower in retaliation.

The shells fired from the top of the city wall were extremely powerful due to their falling momentum. Even if they landed on the ground five or six meters away from the Polish artillery, the broken stones could cause serious injuries.

The two Polish artillerymen immediately groaned in pain and fell in a pool of blood.

Immediately two people ran up from behind and took over their work without saying a word.

The Polish cannons spewed out flames again.

This time the 24-pound cannon directly blew away the top of the city wall, leaving a huge gap.

The Russian commander finally reacted and waved to the artillery, shouting:
"Switch to grapeshot, idiot!"

(End of this chapter)