Chapter 700 Despair and Hope (please vote for me!)
Finally, the commander’s voice appeared in my ears, “Aim! Shoot—”
Lao Weicha and his son raised their guns together, Shoot towards the Austrians on the opposite side.
However, there was no formation on their side, and the shooting was extremely irregular. Only a dozen people fell on the Austrian line.
On the contrary, the column formation of Swiss mercenaries suddenly spread out and shot dozens of enemy soldiers at close range.
Makawski immediately pointed there and shouted: "Concentrate the attack there!
"Everyone, hold on! For the mines, for Poland! "
Old Vicha immediately signaled his son to approach the enemy's gap together, reloading and shooting from time to time, and then moved forward.
He kept frowning, praying in his heart that he would not After being hit by a bullet, he prayed that the bullet fired at his son would be redirected to himself.
After that, he thought of the comfortable life at home over the past year, thought of the white bread with butter, and thought of his son's favorite. The Donald girl.
If they can drive away the invaders this time, they can get engaged.
His feet sped up a bit, and he rushed until he was less than 50 steps away from the enemy. Then he suddenly stopped, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
A blood flower exploded in front of him, and he hit the guy.
He looked back at his son, and then filled in calmly.
Bullets flew past his ears from time to time, but his prayers seemed to have an effect and he was never hit.
He ran a few steps forward, raised his gun, and fired.
There were fewer and fewer co-workers around him, and his mind went blank. There was only one thought, that is, he must not escape.
“Ah!”
Little Vicha shouted from behind.
Old Vicha's heart tightened, and he turned around to look, only to see his son getting up again. There seemed to be no scratches on his body except for the dirt.
"I'm fine!" Little Vicha shouted, raising his gun and aiming, "I tripped."
Old Vicha almost cried, gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, almost touching the Austrian army. The defense is up.
Several patrol members suddenly passed by him, and he actually saw Makawski's figure.
"Malik, follow me!"
Old Vicha shouted to his son, "Hold on, we will pass!"
Little Vicha has already followed in the footsteps of Makawsky.
Dozens of people pulled the trigger one after another, and the gap in the opposite Austrian defense line immediately expanded a few points.
The patrolman next to him was hit, and blood flowed to Lao Weicha's feet. He tremblingly took out the gunpowder bag and poured it towards the muzzle of the gun, ready for the next bullet to penetrate into his body at any time.
At this moment, the Austrians on the opposite side suddenly let out a series of shouts, and then began to turn around and run away.
It turned out to be the shot fired by Old Vicha just now, which killed the guy in the white and green military uniform behind the Austrian defense line.
The rout spread quickly. In less than 3 minutes, the entire Austrian infantry line disintegrated. The supervisory team could not stop more than 1,500 soldiers. In order not to be trampled to death, they had to flee with them.
After a few more sporadic gunshots, the battlefield became quiet.
Makawski walked out of the smoke, raised his flintlock and shouted excitedly:
"We won! We repelled them!"
A miner next to him 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 on the ground around him, but he didn't feel any sadness and 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 resolutely used their crude shooting skills to fight the enemy without any hesitation.
The low morale of the Austrian army once again caused them to collapse. Makawsky continued to shout:
"Where is the drummer? Come here. There are flag bearers, hurry up, let everyone gather! We have to go up the mountain as soon as possible!"
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The mercenaries and miners around the battlefield gathered here one after another, and soon they roughly formed a team, following Makawski around the mining pool. The path was right in front of them.
At this moment, the sound of military drums suddenly appeared in front of them.
A gust of wind blew away the thick smoke, and all the people in the mining company were stunned.
Just 200 steps away, there was a narrow gray-white wall of people, watching them quietly.
Obviously, Wilmser relied on his strength advantage to deploy more than one line of defense.
Old Weicha felt a bitter taste in his mouth, glanced at his son, and silently began to load the gun.
Makawski took a deep breath, took the flag, and came to the front of the team:
"Follow us, we can win again!"
In fact, he knew very well that the fighting just now had exhausted everyone's physical strength and fighting spirit. If you can rest for a few hours, you may be able to break through the enemy's obstruction.
But now, I am afraid they will all fall at the foot of Tarnovsk Mountain.
The mercenaries began to retreat. Although the mining company offered them extremely high commissions, it was impossible to win the situation at this time. They don't want to die.
But the miners gathered around Makawski. The military drum sounded immediately, and they lined up in an irregular queue and slowly walked towards the Austrian army.
This is their home and their mine. If they don’t fight, who can they expect to?
Not long after, more than a thousand miners entered the firing range of the Austrian infantry lines.
The Austrian soldiers looked a little surprised when they looked at these Poles, who were blackened by gunpowder smoke and had many scars. For a moment, they forgot to shoot.
Instead, Makawski shouted:
"Aim! Shoot--"
The miners raised their guns and opened fire, then reloaded and moved forward resolutely.
As he walked, Old Vicha crossed himself on his chest and murmured softly:
"God, please give me grace..."
Whether it was an illusion or not, 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 under Makawski's order, several cracks appeared in the Austrian defense line.
The Austrian soldiers shouted in horror and began to run in all directions.
And they seemed to be frightened out of their wits. Many of them ran to the miners and were shot to death one after another.
Little Wei Cha came over, pointed to the opposite side and said:
"Father, why do I feel that 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.
Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers in different clothes walked out of the smoke behind them with guns in hand.
“It’s reinforcements!”
Makawski waved his hands excitedly and shouted:
"We are the resistance force of Wumyan Mining Company. Thank you. Who sent you?"
There was a burst of German from the other side.
Immediately, someone shouted in broken Polish:
“We are the volunteers of New Songchi, the Crusaders!”
The two sides proceed carefully When Makawski saw the certificate issued by the Polish government handed over by Major Ficott, he finally felt relieved.
"Thank God!"
"Long live the Crusaders!"
"You are the real Austrians!"
Just as the miners pulled the volunteers, they were overjoyed While celebrating wildly, Major Fecott suddenly frowned and looked south.
There was a sound like heavy rain hitting the roof.
It's the cavalry!
(End of this chapter)