I Am the Crown Prince in France

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Chapter 678 Burning Eastern Europe 5

"Everyone can't relax yet!"

Drasovitz waved his hand and said loudly:

"That was just a test by the Russians, and the real battle will come later!"

However, because his left cheek was severely swollen, his voice was somewhat muffled, 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 less and less.”

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 Drasovitz's 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 young men."

By the time he and his assistant finished praying for all 41 fallen soldiers on the Zagazik village defense line and rushed to the next defense point, the sound of Russian bugles could be heard in the distance.

The priest turned back, raised his wrinkled hands, and shouted loudly: "Brave Crusaders, God is with you!"

A burst of warm cheers suddenly broke out on the battlefield.

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..."

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 of these Russian bastards."

One regiment plus one skirmisher camp, that's at least 2,000 people. There are also cavalry.

There were less than 1,400 Polish troops responsible for defending the village of Zagazik.

Yannick had been replaced by another recruit.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 at the training camp, right? You guys were really awesome just now!"

"Yeah, a lot of people died. Are you nervous?"

"No!" Rachko puffed up his chest, "I'm so excited!"

Yannick nodded: "Keep your hands from shaking, this is very important."

"Um!"

"Also, the Russians are nothing. They'll die if you get shot. So shoot them as quickly as possible."

"Okay, I get it!"

The Russian artillery began to fire, which was suppressive fire 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 would be shattered by a cannonball, and others would 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 three days."

He knew very well that the first round of the offensive team's attack was the most ferocious. But if a breakthrough is not achieved, the momentum of the Russian army will be frustrated.

And 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 lines 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 was 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 mind 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."

"Um."

"aim--"

"emission--"

Intensive tongues of fire spurted out from the Polish defense line, and more than a dozen Russians who approached immediately fell down.

Rachko patted Yanik on the back hard and said excitedly: "I hit it! Did you see it? I hit it..."

The latter glared at him: "Quickly reload!"

"oh……"

Immediately, the Polish army fired several consecutive rounds of salvos.

But the Russian infantry was also extremely fierce. Although people were being shot and killed, they were still advancing.

Yannick had no idea how many times he had finished reloading. When he raised his gun, he saw that the Russians had stopped and were approaching more than 30 steps away.

"Shoot--"

The officer's order came, and Yannick hurriedly pulled the trigger. He glanced to the side and saw that Lachiko was still struggling to reload.

"Bang, bang, bang--"

The Russians fired back almost at the same time.

The bullets crossed each other coldly, and the soldiers on both sides groaned in succession, and blood splashed everywhere.

The Russians' reloading speed was obviously faster than that of the Polish recruits. With a burst of gunfire, several Polish soldiers who were still reloading were hit.

"Hold on!" Yannick and Drasovitz shouted together.

They had lost one person on each side, but the other Polish soldiers seemed not to see it and just raised their guns firmly.

Volley.

Several Russian soldiers were also killed, and they immediately fired back with a volley.

The soldiers of both sides continued to harvest each other's lives at a very close distance, and at the same time, they also put their own lives on the gambling table.

The wailing and screaming covered the entire battlefield, even drowning out the sound of gunfire and military drums.

Blood and limbs flew everywhere, but were soon covered by new blood and corpses.

Life was like the cheapest weeds, falling down in clusters under the smoke.

"Yehri, reload!"

Yannick raised his gun and turned his head to remind him, but he saw that the face on the right had been replaced by another person.

He was stunned for half a second, wiped his face with his elbow, not knowing whether it was sweat or blood, and shouted to the recruit: "Carol, keep your hands from shaking, this is very important!"

"Fire--"

Yannick roared with the officer, and the flintlock in his hand spewed out flames, and the Russian holding the flag on the opposite side fell down in response.

The other Russian soldiers looked at each other, looked at the scattered corpses beside them, and suddenly turned their heads together and retreated.

On the battlefields on both sides of the north and south, seven or eight Russian columns finally could not bear the casualties and began to turn around and flee.

"Hey! They retreated!" Carol excitedly waved his fist.

Yannick nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't relax, there are still many enemies behind."

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the Russian infantry line appeared in front of everyone. In front of them, there were still three or four hundred Russian skirmishers who kept suppressing and shooting.