Chapter 701 Loyalty and Shame (please vote for me!)
Before washing the mining pool, all the miners fell silent.
The rumble of horse hooves in the distance was like a hard knock on the heart of each of them.
Makawski glanced at the narrow mountain road behind him, which could only accommodate two or three people walking together. There were nearly two thousand miners and volunteers combined, and it would take at least half an hour for them all to go up the mountain.
The Austrian cavalry would not give them this chance.
He sighed, explained the current situation to Major Ficot's translator, and then said:
"It seems that we have to repel those cavalry first."
Ficot Te frowned and looked around at the exhausted and scarred miners, and said: "You need to rest, retreat into the mountains first. I I'll stop them here."
"How can this be done? You just saved..."
"Stop being so nagging, you don't have much fighting power at the moment." Patted him, lowered his head and said, "Please believe me, this is not His Majesty the Emperor's decision, please forgive him."
As he spoke, he waved to the volunteers and said loudly:
"Line up. Quick, three rows of horizontal lines, block the mountain pass! The enemy may be here in more than ten minutes!"
Ma Kafsky hesitated for a moment, and finally saluted him seriously, and then ordered the uninjured people in the patrol to stay and help, and the others immediately withdrew into the Tarnovsk Mountains.
Old Vicha roughly counted the number of volunteers, then sighed, took off the gray-green coat that he had only worn for a month, and stuffed it into his son's hand:
< br>“I told your mother before that Tailor Miloqi’s price was too high and asked her to return the goods, but she just didn’t listen.
"Look, now it proves that she is right. It should be very cold in the mountains recently, please put it on."
Little Wei Cha took the clothes in surprise and was about to ask, but Seeing his father turn around and run to Makawski, he said loudly:
"Captain, I still have strength. Oh, and I have enough ammunition."
The latter nodded, Signaling him to join the patrol.
"Dad..." Little Wei Cha was about to follow, but his father stared back with stern eyes.
The miners and mercenaries followed the winding path up the mountain. Next to the mining pool, 800 volunteers began to line up under the command of officers.
A previously captured Austrian artilleryman raised his head cautiously, pouted to the side and behind the volunteer guarding him, and whispered:
"That...the cannon over there, Perhaps, it can still be used. "
It is a basic requirement for artillerymen to nail the fire door of the cannon before retreating or surrendering to prevent it from being captured by the enemy, but he did not seem to have done so just now.
Not long after, about five to six hundred Austrian hussars appeared in Feiket's field of vision.
Behind the volunteers' defense line, the cannon roared, and a shell flew over the heads of the Austrian cavalry, but it also made them shrink back in fear.
Most of the volunteers are small nobles or businessmen, and are not very good at operating cannons.
The hussars whistled, and instead of charging into the bayonets of the volunteers, they passed in front of their ranks and fired a round of fire with their short carbines.
The Austrian commander looked back at the formation of the volunteers, led his men in a circle, and attacked again towards the weakest point.
Major Fecott ordered the reserves to fill the gap and ordered the rear row to fire.
The cannon had been replaced with grape bullets and fired a shot at the cavalry group at close range.
This time, the scattered shells finally paid off. Three cavalrymen were thrown off their horses, and blood spattered far away.
But this Austrian cavalry was obviously the elite of Wilmser's men, and did not slow down at all. It flew past the established attack position, causing chaos in the queue of volunteers.
In this way, after the hussars repeatedly charged five or six times, the volunteers' defense line had become distorted, and only a dozen soldiers were still holding on in the most prominent position on the east side.
If it hadn't been for the help of cannons, it might have been torn apart just now.
The cavalry commander immediately discovered the fighter plane and did not even let his men reload. Instead, he turned around and rushed there in a triangular formation. "Victor, lead people to block the left wing!" Fiket was already standing beside the defense line, shouting loudly, "The artillery is also aimed there!"
The two squadrons The cavalry galloped past the volunteer salient. The saber instantly swept away several soldiers.
The cavalry moved around to the right. The cavalry team behind them immediately stared at the gap formed by the dead soldiers and rushed over with their swords waving.
The cannon rang out and killed the four cavalrymen at the front, but the people behind them stepped on their broken flesh and hit the infantry hard.
A dozen horses and their riders fell over, and the three or four cavalrymen behind them were already approaching.
The only ones standing in front of them were two volunteers with bayonets raised diagonally.
There was gunfire from the back row, it was reinforcements from Victor's company, but they were still more than 60 steps away, so they could only run and shoot. The third group of cavalry on the opposite side has already begun to move.
Herbert Schmitz's legs were trembling, and his mind was blank. He only knew how to hold the flintlock tightly, waiting for the cavalry to hit his bayonet, or their saber. Hit yourself.
The black shadow of the cavalry carrying a strong wind deftly avoided his bayonet. However, the saber reflecting the cold light stopped in mid-air.
The cavalryman's voice trembled: "Herbert? Is it you?!"
Herbert Schmitz looked up and saw his brother's face reflected in the sun.
"Brother?!"
"Get out of the way, you will die!"
"No!"
Morte Schmitz shouted: "Idiot, you are treason!"
Herbert Schmitz shouted even louder: "No, you are treason! You also betrayed God !"
"I...you...His Majesty the Emperor..." Morte Schmitz raised his voice again. Saber, with a pale face, almost hysterical, "Get out of the way!"
Herbert Schmitz also tightened his grip on the gun: "I, am ashamed of you!"
Queue Another bullet was fired from behind, and the two cavalrymen beside Mort Schmitz instantly fell to their horses.
The cavalry commander in the distance roared anxiously: "Schmitz, kill him!"
As long as the last two infantrymen disappear, the following cavalry can cut into the gap, and then attack both sides. Keep tearing until those "Poles" are all crushed.
Morte Schmitz’s knife seemed to be frozen.
"Ashamed of you" was all he heard in his ears. He didn't know whether to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor at this moment, or to listen to the voice of conscience in his heart.
The sound of horse hooves behind him gradually approached.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" from the side and rear. Herbert Schmitz's neck was torn open by a lead bullet and he fell to the ground on his back.
“No——!”
Mort Schmitz turned around and saw a cavalryman who had fallen off his horse holding a carbine, the muzzle of which was still floating. Smoke of gunpowder.
His eyes turned blood red instantly, turned his horse's head, and rushed towards the guy.
The moment the tip of the saber was about to hit the cavalryman who fired, he suddenly closed his eyes and let the saber fall to the ground...
In just this moment of respite, Victor had already led his men to the gap in the queue, with dozens of bayonets pointing forward at the same time.
(End of this chapter)