Kościuszko's Counterattack

Before long, several Ottomans were brought before Kościuszko.

More precisely, after seeing the banner of the Polish Eagle Knight, they had approached of their own accord.

The leading Ottoman placed a hand over his chest in salute to the Polish commander and said in French, "I presume the man before me is the esteemed General Kościuszko?"

Guessing at a possibility, the latter quickly bowed in return and replied in French as well, "That would be me. And you are?"

"Kovanzi Ozer." As the Ottoman spoke, he looked again at the vast Polish army stretching to the horizon and let out a breath. "You finally came! We are the Crimean Resistance Army, and we have brought you food and medicine."

Kościuszko was instantly overjoyed, so much so that his hands began to tremble faintly.

The Crown Prince had indeed kept his word!

Just as he was about to be driven into a desperate corner, the Crown Prince had somehow delivered supplies deep into Russia!

His army would not vanish soundlessly in these dense woods.

He had brought hope to them all!

Thank the Crown Prince!

May God bless him!

He instinctively wanted to make the sign of the cross over his chest, but then remembered the faith of the man before him. He could only leave his hand suspended at his chest as he said excitedly, "This is wonderful!

"It must have been terribly difficult to bring supplies to such a remote place. Mr. Ozer, thank you so much!"

He glanced at the convoy behind Ozer. Though six or seven wagons could not carry much, at least the soldiers could eat half their fill today.

"Are the supplies on those wagons?" he asked eagerly.

Ozer shook his head. "The wagons are carrying timber, General. They are for getting past Russian inspections."