"Ah—"
Yanick's eyes widened with horror as he shouted loudly and then instinctively pulled the trigger.
"Bang—" The bullet flew steeply into the sky.
Krzysztof had begun reloading, but he heard Yanick muttering in panic, "Holy Mary, please protect your..."
He slapped him on the back, "Jesus is watching you, stop being useless! Load quickly."
"Load? Ah, right, load!"
Yanick's hands trembled even more severely, and it took him quite some time to untie the gunpowder bag, yet he struggled to pour it into the barrel.
He indeed longed to be on the battlefield, to personally slay the invaders, but at this moment, he couldn't control the fear within him.
Scenes of him being struck by Russians flashed repeatedly in his mind, just like what had happened to Batrovich just now...
"Aim—"
"Fire—"
The commander's voice came, and Yanick, crossing himself, reluctantly poured the gunpowder into the gun, spilling most of it.
Delasovitz reminded everyone to aim before firing.