I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 701 Loyalty and Shame (please vote for me!)

Before the mining pool, all the miners fell into silence.

The rumble of horse hooves in the distance struck each of them hard in the heart.

Makawsky glanced at the narrow mountain road behind him, which could only accommodate two or three people walking side by side. 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 Fecott's translator, and then said:

"It seems that we have to repel those cavalry first."

Fikete frowned and looked around at the exhausted and scarred miners, and said: "You need to rest, retreat into the mountains first. I will 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." Feiket 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, form three rows horizontally to block the mountain pass! The enemy may be here in more than ten minutes!"

Makawsky hesitated, and finally saluted him seriously, and then ordered the uninjured people in the patrol to stay and help, and the others immediately withdrew into Tarnovsk Mountain.

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 put it into his son's hand:

"I told your mother before that Tailor Miloqi's price was too high and asked her to return it, but she didn't listen.

"Look, now it proves that she is right. It should be very cold in the mountains recently, so you should put it on."

Little Vicha took the clothes in surprise and was about to ask, but saw his father turn around and run to Makawsky, saying loudly:

"Captain, I still have strength. Oh, and I have enough ammunition."

The latter nodded and motioned for 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.

An Austrian artilleryman who had been captured before carefully raised his head, pouted to the side and rear of the volunteer guarding him, and whispered:

"That... the cannon over there, maybe, can still be used."

It is a basic requirement for artillerymen to nail the fire doors of cannons before retreating or surrendering to prevent them from being captured by the enemy, but it seemed that he had not 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 were small nobles or businessmen and were 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 carbine fire.

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 Fickett 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 shells that dispersed in large areas 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 it did not slow down at all. It flew past the established attack position, causing chaos in the volunteer queue.

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 weren't 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 had already stood beside the defense line and shouted loudly, "The cannon is also aimed there!"

Two squads of hussars 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, killing the four cavalrymen at the front, but those behind stepped on their scraps and slammed into the infantry.

A dozen horses and their riders fell over, and the three or four cavalrymen behind them were already approaching.

The only people 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 that he was holding the flintlock tightly, waiting for the cavalry to hit his bayonet, or for their saber to hit him.

The black shadow of the cavalry carrying a strong wind deftly avoided his bayonet, but 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 sunlight.

"elder brother?!"

"Get out of the way, you will die!"

"No!"

Molt Schmitz yelled: "Idiot, you are treason!"

Herbert Schmitz yelled even louder: "No, you are treason! You also betrayed God!"

"I...you...His Majesty the Emperor..." Mort Schmitz raised his saber again, his face pale and almost hysterical, "Get out of the way!"

Herbert Schmitz also clenched the gun: "I am ashamed of you!"

Another bullet was fired from the back of the queue, and the two cavalrymen next to Mort Schmitz instantly fell off their horses.

The cavalry commander in the distance yelled anxiously: "Schmitz, kill him!"

As long as the last two infantrymen disappeared, the cavalrymen who followed could cut into the gap, and then tear to both sides until all the "Poles" were crushed.

Molt Schmitz's knife seemed to be frozen.

All he could hear was "I'm ashamed of you". He didn't know whether he should be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor or listen to the voice of his conscience.

The sound of horse hooves behind him gradually approached.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" from the side and rear, and Herbert Schmitz's neck was torn open by a lead bullet and he fell on his back.

"No!"

Mort Schmitz turned his head and saw a cavalryman who had fallen off his horse before holding a carbine, with gunpowder still floating from the muzzle.

His eyes turned blood red in an instant, and he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the guy.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce the cavalryman who fired the gun, he suddenly closed his eyes and let the saber fall to the ground...

In just this slow time, Victor had led his men to the gap in the queue, and dozens of bayonets were pointing forward at the same time.