The Final Showdown (Currently Recommended, Please Follow)

"Boom, boom—"

Several cannonballs flew from the city walls, then burst apart midair into dozens of iron balls the size of goose eggs, instantly sweeping across the Polish artillery position below.

Szewczycki heard cannonballs whistling over his head, the shriek of iron balls tearing through the air making his ears ache.

Yet he did not move a single step. He merely confirmed the artillery's losses as quickly as possible and shouted to the Orderly Officer behind him:

"The gunner of cannon No. 2, the gun captain and loader of cannon No. 4, the men of cannon No. 5..."

As the Orderly Officer relayed the orders farther to the rear, several reserve artillerymen immediately stepped forward to fill the gaps.

In fact, even Szewczycki, the colonel, had a replacement—if he were hit, Lieutenant Colonel Dolan would step forward and take his place.

But the Cannons could not yield even half a step!

Thus, when that 24-pounder Cannon fired its twenty-seventh shell, with soldiers' corpses strewn all around it, a section of Bakhchysarai's eastern wall finally came crashing down.

A relieved smile flickered in Szewczycki's eyes. He turned and waved to the Orderly Officer.

There was no need for further words. The battle plan had long been prepared, and dense War Drums soon sounded all around.

"Charge!"

"For the motherland!"

"Kill those Russian dog bastards!"

More than a thousand Polish Infantry roared like enraged beasts, charging toward the breach in the city wall through a sky full of bullets and cannonballs.

Trunikov hurriedly ordered the Russian Army to rush over and defend it.

The two sides soon collided before the breach, which could only accommodate four or five men abreast, cursing loudly as they raised their Guns and fired at one another.

But after only three minutes, the Russians were forced into