Chapter 678 Burning Eastern Europe Five
“Everyone can’t relax yet!”
Drasovitz waved his hand and said loudly:
“That was just a test by the Russians. , the real battle comes later!”
However, because his left cheek was so swollen, his voice was a little unclear, and no one paid attention to him for a while.
Drasovitz became anxious and climbed up the parapet. Just as he was about to continue shouting, he saw the company commander coming over, patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said: "Let everyone have fun. It will be so easy in the future." There will be fewer and fewer.”
Their company’s mission is to hold on to the village of Zagazik for three days. So far, only 3 hours have passed.
The soldiers celebrated for a while, and then began to collect the bodies and treat the wounded.
Father Stashak, who was in charge of the Drasovitz company, came and stood in front of each fallen soldier and said a brief prayer for them.
The company commander hurried over and said anxiously: "Father Stashak, you shouldn't come now. The Russians will attack at any time. It's too dangerous here..."
The priest waved his hands calmly: "I must bring the comfort of the Lord to the boys."
After he and the assistant coach finished praying for all 41 fallen soldiers on the Zagazik village defense line, they set up defense for the next one. When we rushed there, we heard the sound of Russian bugles in the distance.
The priest turned back, raised his wrinkled hands, and shouted loudly: "Brave Crusaders, God is with you!"
A burst of enthusiasm suddenly broke out on the battlefield. cheers.
Drasovitz squinted at the Russian soldiers pouring out of the woods ahead, his brows frowning more and more: "There are at least 1,300 people, or even more..."
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Immediately, the voice of a ranger reporting to the officer was vaguely heard in the distance, "The Russians are gathering...an infantry regiment as the center...there are also skirmishers, about a battalion...on the north side of the village...traces of Russian cavalry... "
Drasovitz spat hard on the ground and said with a gloomy face: "There are really enough people in these Russian bastards."
One regiment plus one skirmisher camp, this is it. There are at least 2,000 people. There are also cavalry.
The Polish army responsible for defending the village of Zagazik had less than 1,400 people.
Yannik had been replaced by another recruit. He remembered that his name seemed to be Jerzy Rachko, so he turned his head and said hello: "Jerzy, are you here?"
"Yeah. We met in the training camp, right? You guys were really awesome just now!"
"Yeah, a lot of people died. Are you nervous?"
"No!" Chico puffed up his chest, "I feel so excited!"
Yannick nodded: "Keep your hands from shaking, this is very important."
"Yeah!"
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"Also, the Russians are nothing, they will die if shot. So, shoot them as soon as possible."
"Okay, I get it!"
The cannon on the Russian side starts Shooting is the suppressive firepower before launching an attack.
Behind the parapet on the east side of Zagazik village, Polish soldiers stood upright, gritting their teeth and ignoring the whizzing shells.
Occasionally someone is crushed by a cannonball, and others will immediately fill up. Still standing tall and tall.
Not long after, the sound of the Russian military drums faintly appeared.
Drasovitz whispered to the recruits on both sides: "Hold on, as long as we survive this wave, we may be able to hold on for 3 days."
He knew very well. , the first round of the offensive side's attack was the most ferocious. But if a breakthrough is not achieved, the momentum of the Russian army will be frustrated.
The recruits on their side will also become numb from the initial panic - numb to the sound of gunfire, artillery and death.
This line of defense will be stronger as a result.
As the drum beat became clearer and louder, a Russian infantry column appeared in Drasovitz's field of vision.
The column was three columns wide, followed by more than ten rows of soldiers, hunched over and trotting over.
This is the most popular offensive method among European powers in recent years.
Drasovitz knew that on the wide battlefield, there should be more than a dozen such columns attacking at the same time.
Behind the column is the infantry line.
If you are entangled by the Russian assault column, the infantry line on the opposite side will take the opportunity to get closer and use the numerical advantage to defeat you. It would be nice if there were a lot of cannons. He muttered in his heart and heard the officer's voice, "Get ready-"
Yannick next to him quickly raised his flintlock gun, a few minutes faster than him. .
Drasovitz smiled and whispered: "One more, our Crusader."
"Yes."
"Aim——"
"Launch——"
Dense tongues of flames spurted out from the Polish defense line, and more than ten Russians who were approaching immediately fell down.
Rachiko patted Yanik on the back hard and said excitedly: "I hit! Did you see it? I hit..."
The latter glared at him: "Reload quickly!"
"Oh..."
Soon, the Polish army fired several consecutive rounds of salvos.
But the Russian infantry was also extremely fierce. Although people were constantly being shot and killed, they still kept approaching.
Yannik no longer knew how many times he had finished loading. When he raised his gun, he saw that the Russian army had stopped and was meowing towards this side more than 30 steps away.
"Shoot——"
The officer's order came, and Yannick hurriedly pulled the trigger. Glancing to the side from the corner of his eye, he saw Rachko still struggling to reload.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
The Russians fired back almost simultaneously.
The bullets passed by each other coldly, and the soldiers on both sides let out a series of groans, and blood spattered everywhere.
The Russians apparently reload faster than the Polish recruits. With a burst of gunfire, several more Polish soldiers who were still loading were hit.
"Hang on!" Yannick and Drasovitz shouted together.
One person was missing from each side of them, but the other Polish soldiers seemed not to notice and just raised their guns firmly.
Salvo.
Several people in the Russian army were also killed, and they immediately responded with a volley of fire.
In this way, the soldiers on both sides continued to harvest each other's lives at extremely close distances, and at the same time, they also bet their own lives on the gambling table.
Wails and screams enveloped the entire battlefield, even covering up the sound of gunshots and military drums.
Blood and body parts were flying everywhere, but were soon covered by new blood and corpses.
Life is like the cheapest weeds, lying down in clumps under the smoke of gunpowder.
"Jerzy, reload quickly!"
Yannick raised his gun and turned his head to remind him, but saw that the face on the right had changed to another person.
He was stunned for half a second, wiped the sweat or blood on his face with his elbow, and said loudly to the recruit: "Carol, keep your hands from shaking, this is very important!"
"Launch— —"
Yannik followed the officer and roared, the flintlock gun in his hand spurted out flames, and the Russian holding the flag on the opposite side fell to the ground in response.
The other Russian soldiers looked at each other, then at the bodies scattered around them, then suddenly turned their heads together and retreated.
On the battlefields on the north and south sides, seven or eight Russian columns finally couldn't bear the casualties and began to turn around and flee.
"Hey! They retreated!" Carol waved her fist excitedly.
Yannik nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't relax, there are still many enemies behind you."
Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the Russian infantry line appeared in front of everyone. In front of them, there were three to four hundred Russian skirmishers firing continuously to suppress them.
(End of this chapter)