They came forty minutes later, dense columns of Russian infantry emerging from the mist, preceded by a host of skirmishers and with the Cossacks in the centre. The infantry was singing, a low rhythmic growl that stirred something deep within Jack.
"They are still advancing in column," Dearden said. "Don"t these Russians learn anything?"
"I"d expect more from Kutuzov," Jack said. "I thought he was cleverer than that."
"Kutuzov is only a major," Colonel Maxwell reminded. "Soimonoff or Dannenberg will have given the tactical orders."
"Steady men," Jack said, "don"t waste ammunition; we don"t know when we will get more."
"Fire as soon as they are in range," Maxwell ordered, "and don"t allow them to get too close." Lifting a rifle from the hands of a dead man, he gave an example, aiming an
