I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 725: The Final Showdown (Recommended, please read)
"Bang, bang-"

Several artillery shells flew in from the top of the city wall, and broke into dozens of goose egg-sized iron balls halfway, instantly sweeping across the Polish artillery positions under the city.

Shvihecic heard a shell flying over his head, and the sound of the iron ball rubbing against the air made his ears ache.

But he did not move at all, but confirmed the loss of the artillery as quickly as possible, and shouted loudly to the messenger behind him:

"The igniter of the No. 2 gun, the gunner and loader of the No. 4 gun, the No. 5 gun..."

As the messenger conveyed the order to the rear, several reserve artillerymen immediately came up.

In fact, even Colonel Shvihecic had a backup - if he was shot, Lieutenant Colonel Dorlan would step forward and take his place.

But the cannon must not retreat even a single step!
Just like that, when the 24-pound gun fired its 27th shell and the bodies of soldiers were lying around it, a section of the east side of Bakhchisaray City finally collapsed.

A smile of relief flashed across Shvihecic's eyes, and he turned around and waved to the herald.

There was no need for him to say much, as the battle deployment had been made long ago, and the sound of dense military drums soon rang out all around.

"Come on!"

"for Motherland!"

"Kill the Russian bastards!"

Thousands of Polish infantrymen roared loudly and rushed towards the gap in the city wall like angry beasts, facing the air full of bullets and artillery shells.

Trunikov also hurriedly ordered the Russian army to rush there to defend.

The two sides soon faced each other in front of a gap that was only wide enough for four or five people to pass side by side. They cursed loudly and shot at each other.

But it only lasted three minutes before the Russians were forced to retreat.

At this moment, gunshots suddenly came from behind the Russian soldiers who were blocking the gap. Three or four Russians were shot in the back and fell to the ground.

Dozens of rebels in the city shouted in Ottoman, hiding behind houses or trees, and kept shooting at them.

The Russian army subconsciously turned around and counterattacked. More than a dozen Polish soldiers who were closest to the city wall immediately seized the opportunity and jumped into the gap in the city wall...

Soon, the Russian artillery on the city walls stopped firing one after another.

The Polish artillerymen looked at each other, cheered, and then quickly nailed the gun ports shut, pushed down the cannons, picked up their flintlocks, and rushed towards the gap in the city wall while shouting.

At around 400: p.m., Trunikov, with the remaining -odd Russian soldiers and a dozen Russian officials, abandoned the city and fled south.

Shvihecic and his brave soldiers took Bakhchisarai in just seven and a half hours.

Shvyehzit was looking around this former capital of the Crimean Khanate and was discussing with his staff how to inflict the greatest damage here in the shortest possible time when he suddenly saw thick black smoke rising from the north of the city.

Soon, an officer reported to him that members of the Ottoman resistance were slaughtering Russian nobles and setting fire to their houses.

Shvihetz was stunned for a moment, then smiled and turned to the staff officer and said:
"That's right, the Ottomans are the most suitable people for the sabotage work."

Although most of the residents of Crimea are Cossacks from southern Russia, the Ottomans have ruled here for hundreds of years. Although they are small in number, they have the pride of being superior.

But since Potemkin led his army to occupy Crimea, the Ottomans have become a discriminated inferior race.

Now that there were no Russian troops stationed in the city, the anger that had been accumulating for nearly a decade suddenly erupted.

Shvihecic thought for a moment and said to the staff officer:
"Let the soldiers rest as soon as possible. We will set out early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Commander." The latter nodded and asked, "Are we going to reinforce General Kosciuszko?"

"No," Shvihetz looked eastward, "I believe that if the general knew the situation here, he would definitely not want us to reinforce him. Let's go to Kaffa Port!"

Kafa is the easternmost port in Crimea, responsible for the transit mission between the Sea of ​​Azov and the Black Sea. It is the most important place in Crimea besides Bakhchisaray.

The next morning, 1700 Polish soldiers lined up in neat rows and marched eastward under the light of the fire in the city of Bakhchysarai.

…“Pay attention to the distance between the queues!”

Accompanied by the gurgling sound of the Salgil River, Polish officers were making final adjustments to the infantry lines.

The two lines were arranged close to the west bank of the river, with the Sargil River less than 200 paces behind them.

Kosciuszko deployed his troops here not to launch a "last-ditch battle" to boost morale - the morale of the soldiers who could go deep into Russia with him was absolutely beyond doubt - but to prevent the Russian army from using its numerical advantage to outflank them from behind.

He is going to have a head-on confrontation with Kahovsky here without any tricks.

After suffering a loss yesterday, Kahovsky has obviously become much more cautious.

The Russian army advanced slowly and cautiously, with the several corps always maintaining a distance that allowed them to support each other at any time. It was not until 10: in the morning that they finally saw the Polish flag by the river.

The four Russian cannons were the first to roar.

The shells flew over the heads of the Polish skirmishers at the front of the battlefield, penetrated into the thin infantry lines, and immediately caused a large amount of blood to splash.

But the Polish infantry lines were like birch trees in the wind, standing straight in place. Even though the strong wind could break them, it could not move them at all.

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After 20 minutes, the shelling stopped.

The Russian army launched an all-out attack with two elite grenadier battalions as the core.

As the skirmishers exchanged tentative fire, the gray and white lines of infantry drew closer and closer. The gray lines were long and thick, while the white lines were short and thin.

Finally, when the two sides were about 70 steps apart, the Russian soldiers stopped at the command of the officers, raised their guns and aimed.

"shooting--"

Then, dense gunfire like firecrackers rang out, and gun smoke filled the entire battlefield.

More than 30 Poles on the opposite side fell down, but the entire infantry line remained motionless. The soldiers only frowned slightly when the smoke drifted onto their faces.

The Russian infantry line moved forward again, firing volleys, and continued to move forward...

Soon, the distance between the two sides was less than 40 steps. The Poles withstood four rounds of volleys, and nearly 4 soldiers were shot and killed, but they still did not move.

They are enduring.

waiting.

Waiting for the moment of revenge.

The Russian commander looked at the silent Polish position nervously and raised his hand to give an order:

"Seven steps forward!"

After the Russian soldiers took five steps forward to the beat of their drums, the Poles suddenly moved.

Kościuszko himself rode behind the infantry line, raised his sword and shouted:

"aim--"

The flintlocks along the entire infantry line were raised with a "swish".

"shooting--"

The soldiers were silent and pulled the trigger.

Thousands of black gun muzzles spewed out flames almost simultaneously. The Russian infantry line opposite was like being hit hard by an invisible giant, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

With just one volley, the Polish bullets killed more than 300 Russian soldiers, making up for the previous losses.

(End of this chapter)