Finally, the voice of the Commander rang out in my ears, "Aim! Fire——"
Old Vicha and his son raised their guns together, shooting at the Austrians opposite them.
However, their side had no formation and the shooting was extremely irregular; only about a dozen men from the Austrian line of defense fell.
On the contrary, the column formation of the Swiss mercenaries suddenly unfolded, killing dozens of enemy soldiers at close range.
Makavsky immediately pointed there, shouting loudly: "Focus the attack there!
"Hold on everyone! For the mines, for Poland!"
Old Vicha immediately gestured to his son to approach the breach in the enemy line, reloading and shooting on the move and then advancing again.
He was frowning all the while, praying in his heart that he wouldn't be hit by a bullet and also praying that any bullets aimed at his son would be diverted to himself.