"Don't just stand there! Raise your guns!"
The Russian officer shouted at the soldiers who were stunned by the fierce assault, his whip falling relentlessly.
Opposite him, Kosciuszko also yelled at the top of his lungs, "Reload!"
The Russian army, being elite grenadiers, quickly regained composure under the officer's reprimands. Hastily, they raised their guns and fired a somewhat disjointed volley.
Yet, over 8,000 flintlock guns fired at close range—instantly riddling the Polish infantry line with holes.
However, the Poles stood like unfeeling sculptures, silently completing their reloading, and lifted their guns once again.
"Fire!" Kosciuszko's sword slashed downward.
Blazing fire stretched instantly to the riverbank's edge, dense lead bullets traveled the short distance of merely 30 steps, cruelly burrowing into the Russian bodies, producing a string of sickening sounds.
400 fell on the spot, hit and crumpling to the ground.