The ear-battering batter of a volley of cannon shook the air around them, followed by another, and then another. The infantry marched on, grey coats seemingly constricting, eyes fixed ahead.
"We"re entering a battle," Jack shouted above the noise. "From the Russian side."
Maxwell flicked the reins again, pulled the droshky aside and headed for the meagre shelter of a dip beside the road. The vehicle creaked and jolted over the rough ground, with the horse straining with the extra weight it had to pull.
"This beast won"t last much longer," Maxwell said. When he looked at Jack, even his ready smile appeared forced. "I had hoped to race across the space between Sebastopol and our lines and hope for luck to protect us, but it appears that the Russians have mounted an attack. Do you know whe
