"Bang, bang——"
Several cannonballs flew from the top of the city walls, breaking apart midair into dozens of iron spheres the size of goose eggs, sweeping across the Polish artillery position below in an instant.
Swiechczyk heard the cannonballs whizzing over his head, the sound of the iron spheres cutting through the air stabbing his ears with sharp discomfort.
Nonetheless, he did not move a single step but instead assessed the artillery losses as quickly as possible and shouted loudly to the order officer behind him, "Gunner for cannon number 2, captain and loader for cannon number 4, loader for cannon number 5..."
As the order officer relayed the commands to the rear, several reserve gunners immediately stepped forward to take their positions.
In truth, even Swiechczyk himself had a substitute. If he were struck, Lieutenant Colonel Dolan would replace him.
However, the cannons could not withdraw—not by an inch!