"Fire!" Maxwell shouted again.
The 118th blasted out another volley. Maxwell checked the ammunition pouch of the man at his side and shouted.
"Now, 118th, at them with the bayonet!"
It was the first time Jack had seen a fully-fledged bayonet charge, and it was like nothing he had expected. It was exhilarating, yet terrifying, as nearly five hundred British soldiers swarmed over the lip of the breastwork to launch themselves, yelling and shouting, at the shaken Russian column.
Shattered by repeated volleys of rifle fire and with the nine-pounder having ripped into them with blasts of canister, the men of the left-hand Russian column refused to face this new threat of a long line of gleaming bayonets emerging from behind the battered breastwork. They scattered and fled. Seeing they were
