The battle on the left wing of Inkerman Mountain officially began.
As the Russian Imperial Army charged recklessly forward, the Sardinian marksmen quickly pulled the triggers.
The round-nosed Minie bullets, propelled by gunpowder, spun rapidly as they shot out of the barrel, covering nearly a hundred meters in an instant, heading straight for the Russian soldiers.
Slavic men who were shouting "Ura" a second ago fell to the ground the next, blood gushing from their chests.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred Russian Imperial soldiers were killed, and dozens more suffered various degrees of gunshot wounds.
This was an unbearable loss for the vanguard, which only had just over a thousand troops to begin with.
Many Russian Imperial soldiers began retreating without following the officers' orders, and Oliver Kaine's face lit up with joy upon seeing this.
