I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 726 The Motherland is Proud of You (Recommended, Please Read)
"Don't just stand there! Raise your guns!"

The Russian officer yelled at the soldiers who were stunned by the blow, whipping them with the whip in his hand.

On the other side, Kosciuszko also shouted:

"Load!"

After all, the Russian army was composed of elite grenadiers. They quickly came to their senses amid the officers' shouts and scolding, hurriedly raised their guns and aimed, and fired a somewhat disorderly volley.

But after all, it was the close-range shooting of more than 8 flintlock rifles, and the Polish infantry line was instantly riddled with holes.

However, the Poles were like statues without any feeling. They just silently completed the reloading and raised their guns again.

"Shoot!" Kosciuszko swung his sword downward.

The flashing fire extended to the end of the riverbank in an instant. Dense lead bullets flew across the short distance of 30 steps and penetrated the Russians' bodies fiercely, 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 moved forward 5 steps in unison!
With a distance of more than 20 steps between them, the two sides were almost face to face.

The Russian soldiers no longer paid attention to orders and subconsciously fired at the opposite side, trying to disperse these terrifying enemies.

What greeted them was another volley of fire from the Poles.

A storm of lead bullets swept through, and the Russians collapsed amid screams.

Starting from the southernmost side, the soldiers dropped their weapons and turned to run, and soon spread to the entire infantry line. The officers were completely unable to restrain themselves and had to run with them.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of red figures with wings on their backs rushed into the battlefield on horseback and began to drive away and chase down the fleeing soldiers.

There was no cheering in the Polish army. Everyone was just silently checking their weapons and ammunition, or collecting the bodies of their comrades. They only occasionally looked up to see the Winged Hussars who were strangling the enemy in the distance.

They relied on their iron will to repel the enemy, but also suffered heavy casualties of more than 800 people.

They knew that the battle had just begun and they had to hold out for at least a whole day...

Behind the Russian army, Kakhovsky put down his binoculars with a grim face.

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

Fortunately, he made sufficient preparations this time.

He exhaled and said to the herald, "Let the Dubinin Corps go up."

"Yes, General!"

Half an hour later, the second Russian infantry line began to move, letting the retreating soldiers pass and gradually pressing to the center of the battlefield.

Soon, the infantry lines of both sides approached each other 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 in battle.

Firelight.

Lead bullet.

Gun smoke.

The wail of the dying.

And, corpses.

For a moment, these things were the only things left on the banks of the Sargil River, and the only person in the whole world was the god of death laughing wildly.

6 pm.

When Kosciuszko sent out the last reserve troops and repelled the fifth Russian attack, the sky finally darkened completely.

Death disappeared into the night, and the banks of the Sargil River returned to their usual silence.

The Polish soldiers arranged the bodies of their comrades neatly along the river bank, and the military priest whispered prayers for the dead.

Kosciuszko half-lay on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky, and said to Dabrowski:
"The situation in Bakhchisarai should have been resolved, right?" "Yeah." The latter took a sip of medical alcohol mixed with water, nodded, and smacked his lips and said, "It's enough to make that old woman feel distressed for several years."

"It would be nice if I could go back to Warsaw again." Kościuszko tilted his head and said, "My grandson is about to be born."

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

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

“Yeah, so here we are…”

The next morning.

The Russian army wasted no time and launched a general offensive.

Kościuszko was left with only 5 soldiers.

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

This time no Winged Hussars went to stop them - most of their horses had exhausted their strength in yesterday's battle, forcing them to dismount and join the ranks of the infantry.

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Kosciuszko immediately led his guards to reinforce the right wing.

Just as he was gripping his flintlock with a fixed bayonet and loudly encouraging the soldiers to keep in formation, a cannonball hit more than ten steps away.

The black iron ball hit something and moved strangely to the left, then "whoosh" past Kosciuszko's side.

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

11 o'clock in the morning.

After running out of ammunition, the 3 blood-soaked Polish soldiers were surrounded on the shore by the Russian army.

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

However, they had previously burned all the military flags, 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 Holy Spirit Cathedral in Minsk, feeling the angry gazes of the Poles around him and squinting his eyes with enjoyment.

The Lithuanian garrison commander Bilak was no match for him.

After learning that a Russian army was heading towards Novogrudok, Bilak misjudged Suvorov's tactical intentions, thinking that he was going to attack Drositsyn from the outside.

As a result, Bilak transferred an elite infantry division to the defense of Novogrudok, leaving Minsk with a lack of troops.

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

At present, the Bilak Corps has retreated to Vilnius in the west. Although there is the Velino Fortress to rely on there, the Russian army can completely ignore it and really bypass it from Novogrudok.

At that time, Bilak would have to chase out of Vilnius and engage in a field battle with the Russian army.

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 ducked to avoid the rocks, frowned and said to Tormasov: "It seems that there are many rebels against the Tsar in the city. Find them all and execute them."

"Yes, Marshal!"

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

Suvorov unfolded the battle report with a smile, and then his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

It was written: General Kakhovsky had annihilated Kosciuszko's army. At the same time, the losses were that Bakhchisarai was captured and the port of Kaffa was burned. In addition, Kakhovsky's army suffered heavy casualties and needed to rest for about half a year.

(End of this chapter)