Chapter 221 - 221: Committing to the Attack

The road the Russians had marched down only the day before—proud, ordered, certain of victory—had become their road of terror.

Now they ran south upon it in blind panic.

The retreat stretched for kilometres as far as the eye could see: infantry on foot, officers on horseback, carts rattling under the weight of wounded men, ammunition boxes, torn supplies, and field gear thrown together in desperate haste. Some wagons still had horses enough to pull them. Others had been abandoned half in the ditch, wheels sunk in mud, while their drivers fled on foot.

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