Chapter 726 The motherland is proud of you (recommended, please read)
“Don’t be stunned! Raise your guns!”
The Russian officer was a little bit stunned when he was hit hard. The sluggish soldier roared, whipping off the riding crop in his hand.
On the opposite side, Kosciuszko also shouted loudly:
“Load!”
After all, the Russian army was composed of elite grenadiers. Amid the officers' scoldings, they quickly came to their senses, hurriedly raised their guns, took aim, and fired a somewhat scattered volley.
But it was more than 8,000 flintlock guns fired at close range, and the Polish infantry line was instantly beaten into craters.
However, like a sculpture without feeling, the Poles just finished loading silently and raised their guns again.
"Shoot!" Kosciuszko swung his sword downwards.
The shining firelight extended to the end of the river bank in an instant. The densely packed lead bullets flew over a short distance of 30 steps and penetrated into the Russians' bodies, making a series of popping sounds.
More than 400 people were shot and fell on the spot.
When the Russian commander ordered "5 steps forward," most of the Russian soldiers did not move. Instead, they looked at the bloody corpses beside them in horror, as well as those who were not killed on the spot rolling on the ground. Wail.
Immediately afterwards, the Polish infantry line actually took 5 steps forward!
With a distance of more than 20 steps, the two sides were almost face to face.
The Russian soldiers no longer paid attention to the orders, and subconsciously fired at the opposite side, trying to drive away these terrifying enemies.
What greeted them was another volley from the Poles.
The storm of lead bullets swept through, and the Russians collapsed amidst the screams one after another.
Starting from the southernmost side, the soldiers dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, and quickly spread to the entire infantry line. The officer couldn't restrain himself at all and had no choice but to run along.
Almost at the same time, hundreds of red figures with wings on their backs rushed into the battlefield on horseback and began to drive and chase the defeated troops.
There were no cheers in the Polish army. Everyone just silently checked weapons and ammunition, or collected the bodies of their comrades. They only occasionally raised their heads to take a look at the hussars who were strangling the enemy in the distance.
They relied on iron willpower to repel the enemy, but they also suffered huge casualties of more than 800 people.
They knew that the battle had just begun, and they had to hold on for at least a whole day...
Behind the Russian army, Kakhovsky put down his telescope with a livid face.
He expected that the Poles would be very tenacious, but he never expected that his troops would be defeated so quickly.
Fortunately, he was well prepared this time.
He breathed out and said to the herald: "Let Dubinin's regiment go up."
"Yes, general!"
Half an hour later, the second infantry line of the Russian army began. Move and let the retreating soldiers gradually move to the middle of the battlefield.
Soon, the infantry lines of both sides approached 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 fight.
Firelight.
Buck bullet.
Smoke of gunfire.
The dying cry.
And, corpse.
For a time, these were the only things left on the banks of the Sargil River, and the only thing in the world was the God of Death, laughing maniacally.
6pm.
When Kosciuszko pressed the last reserve team and repelled the fifth Russian attack, the sky finally darkened completely.
The God of Death disappeared into the night, and the usual silence returned to the Sargil River.
Polish soldiers arranged the bodies of their comrades neatly along the river bank, and the military priests prayed for the deceased in a low voice.
Kosciuszko lay half on the blanket, looked up at the stars, and said to Dombrowski:
"The city of Bakhchisarai should have been solved, right?" "Yes." The latter He took a sip of medical alcohol mixed with water, nodded, smacked his mouth again and said, "It's enough to make that old woman feel distressed for several years. "
"It would be great if I could go back to Warsaw." Kosciuszko turned his head and said, "My grandson is about to be born."
Dombrowski patted him hard on the shoulder: "He will always be proud of you."
Kosciuszko took the glass bottle in his hand and took a sip: "God bless him, he can live in an era without war."
"Yes, so we are here..."
The next morning.
The Russian army did not waste any time and directly launched a general offensive.
There were only 5,000 soldiers left beside Kosciuszko.
The battle quickly became intense. After several rounds of fierce exchanges with tens of thousands of Russian troops, more than a thousand Cossack cavalry appeared on the right side of the Polish line formation.
No hussars came to intercept this time - most of their horses were exhausted in yesterday's battle, so they had to dismount and join the infantry.
Kosciuszko immediately led his guards to the right wing for reinforcements.
Just as he gripped the flintlock gun with the bayonet tightly and loudly encouraged the soldiers to maintain their formation, a cannonball slammed into him more than ten steps away.
The black iron ball hit something strangely, deflected to the left, and jumped past Kosciuszko's side.
Kosciuszko immediately felt his body falling forward, and a piece of moss on the ground quickly enlarged in his eyes...
11 am.
After using up all their ammunition, 3,000 Polish soldiers covered in blood were surrounded by the Russian army on the shore.
The highest-ranking Polish officer present came out and surrendered to Kachowski in accordance with Kosciuszko's previous order.
It’s just that they had burned all the military flags before, so in the simple surrender ceremony, the Russians did not get the Polish flag as a trophy.
……
Northeastern Poland.
Minsk.
Suvorov rode on horseback on the broad avenue in front of the Holy Spirit Cathedral in Minsk. Feeling the angry looks from the Poles around him, he narrowed his eyes with enjoyment.
The Lithuanian garrison commander Birak was no match for him at all.
After Birak learned that a Russian army was heading to Novogrudok, he misjudged Suvorov's tactical intentions and believed that he was going to attack Drositsyn.
As a result, Birak transferred an elite infantry division to Novogrudok for defense, leaving Minsk empty of troops.
Suvorov immediately seized this flaw, concentrated his superior forces, and quickly broke through the Minsk defense line from the north.
Right now, the Birak Army has retreated to Vilnius on the west side. However, although there is the Fortress of Velino to rely on, the Russian army can completely ignore it and really bypass New Grudok.
At that time, Birak will have to chase out of Vilnius and engage in field battles with the Russian army.
Suddenly, a young man squeezed through the gap between the Russian soldiers blocking the roadside, threw a stone at Suvorov, and shouted at the same time:
"Go back to Russia, you This devil!”
Suvorov leaned away from the stone and frowned at Torma. Sov said: "It seems that there are many rebels against the Tsar in the city. Find them all and execute them."
"Yes, Marshal!"
That young man After being dragged away, a Russian officer caught up with Suvorov from behind, saluted and handed him a battle report.
Suvorov smiled and unfolded the battle report, and then his face instantly became extremely gloomy.
I saw it read: General Kakhovsky has annihilated the Kosciuszko Army. At the same time, the losses were that Bakhchisarai was captured and the port of Kaffa burned. In addition, the Kakhovsky Corps suffered heavy casualties and needed to rest for about half a year.
(End of this chapter)