I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 700 Despair and Hope (please vote for me!)

Finally, the commander's voice came to my ears, "Aim! Shoot—"

Old Vicha and his son raised their guns together and shot at 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.

Instead, the Swiss mercenaries suddenly spread out in column formation and shot dozens of enemy soldiers at close range.

Makawski immediately pointed there and shouted: "Concentrate the attack there!

"Everyone, hold on! For the sake of the mines and for Poland!"

Lao Weicha immediately signaled his son to approach the enemy's gap together, loading and shooting from time to time on the way, and then moved forward.

He kept frowning, praying in his heart that he would not be hit by a bullet, and that the bullet fired at his son would be diverted to himself.

Then he thought about the comfortable life at home over the past year, the white bread with butter, and the girl from the Donald family that his son liked.

If they can drive away the invaders this time, they can get engaged.

His feet accelerated 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 whizzed 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, and that was that he must not escape.

"ah!"

Little Vicha's shout came 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, aiming his gun, "I tripped and fell."

Old Vicha almost cried, gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, almost reaching the Austrian defense line.

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 and it will be over!"

Little Vicha has already followed in the footsteps of Makawsky.

Dozens of people pulled the trigger one after another, and the gap in the Austrian defense line on the opposite side 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 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 that it was Old Vicha's shot just now that 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 fought them off!"

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. He 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.

Makawski continued loudly:

"Where's the drummer? Come here. There's also a flag bearer. Quick, get everyone together! We have to go up the mountain as soon as possible!"

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 everyone in the mining company froze on the spot.

Just 200 steps away, there was a narrow gray-white human wall, watching them quietly.

It was obvious that 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.

Makawsky took a deep breath, took the flag, and came to the front of the team:

"Follow me, 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 the 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 fired, then reloaded and moved forward resolutely.

As he walked, Old Vicha crossed himself on his chest and murmured softly:

"O 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 terror 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 like 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 immediately waved his hands excitedly and shouted:

"We are the resistance of Umiyan Mining Company. Thank you. Who sent you?"

There was a burst of German speaking from the other side.

Immediately, someone shouted in broken Polish:

"We are volunteers from New Songqi, crusaders!"

The two parties made contact carefully, and 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 were holding the volunteers and celebrating ecstatically, Major Fecott suddenly frowned and looked south.

There was a sound like heavy rain pounding on the roof.

It's the cavalry!