War and Peace

Chapter 11

The head of the regiment at the front reported to Baugolagio that his regiment had been violently attacked by the French cavalry, and that although his men had repelled countless attacks of the enemy, he had lost more than half of them.Borgolagio nodded silently, as if to say that all this was completely in his expectation.He turned to his adjutant and ordered him to go and get the two battalions of the [-]th Cavalry they had just passed off the hill.At this time, the subtle change on the face of Duke Borgarageo surprised Duke Andrele.The expression on his face was that of a man who is about to jump into the water on a hot day and is running the last few steps, concentrated and exuberant.His round, determined face gazed into the distance with an expression of excitement, somewhat of contempt.

The newly arrived team walked in front of Borgoladgeo as if they were being inspected.Suddenly, an order was issued to stop advancing and unload the rucksack.

Borgolagio walked around the procession in front of him, then dismounted.He handed the Cossack guard the reins and cloak, stretched his legs, and straightened his cap.At this time, the vanguard of the enemy column headed by an officer had already reached the foot of the mountain.

"God bless!" Bogorageo said in a firm voice that could be heard by the warriors.Then, he turned his face to look at the forward position for a moment, then swayed his arms lightly, and strode forward with great effort in the uneven field with the steady steps of a cavalryman.

The French army was already very close, and Duke Andrele, who was walking in front alongside Duke Borgolagio, could already clearly see the bullet belts, red epaulettes, and even the faces of the enemy soldiers.Borgolagio didn't speak, just walked in front of the team without saying a word.Suddenly, there were fierce gunshots in the French army, one, two, three... A puff of gunpowder smoke rose in the chaotic French army, and then the gunshots rang out. Several soldiers in our team collapsed.However, at the same time as the first shot was fired, Borgoladgeo turned his head and looked at it, and shouted loudly: "Hurrah!"

"Ulla-la-la!" came a drawn-out cry from our ranks, so that our warriors leaped over Duke Bogoragyo in a valiant and spirited stream, vying for the first place. He rushed down the mountain to meet the chaotic French army.

[nineteen]
The violent attack of the Sixth Hussars covered the retreat of the right-wing Russian army.In the middle of the battlefield, the forgotten Tosh artillery company set fire to the village of Schöngraben, and the French army began to fight the fire in confusion, thus buying the Russian army some time to retreat.However, the left flank, which consisted of the two infantry regiments of Azov and Podolsk and the Paulograd hussars, fell into a passive position due to the attack and encirclement of the superior forces of the French army commanded by Lannes. Cove went to the left flank and told them to retreat immediately.But Makov was discouraged immediately after leaving Bogorageo, and an indescribable fear arose in his heart. He did not go to the place where the battle was fierce, but looked for the general where there was no general. Therefore, the retreat The order was delayed.Command of the left wing belonged to the regimental commander who had been inspected by Kotusov at Bugart, and Rucourt was a soldier in this regiment.The command of the leftmost wing was handed over to the head of the Paulograd Hussars where Rostaff was.The two commanders refused to give in and fought against each other. When the right-wing troops began to fight and the French army had begun to attack, the two Russian commanders on the left were still arguing with each other insultingly.The French army had already attacked, but the commander was still hesitant, and this hesitation seemed to be transmitted to the soldiers.The great opportunity to retreat was missed, the retreat route had been cut off by the French army, and the soldiers undoubtedly went into battle spontaneously.

The hussar company where Rostaff was in was attacked by the French army just as the soldiers mounted their horses.

"Hurry up, hurry up and fight." Lostaff felt that the time had come to experience the joy of attack, about which he had heard a lot from the hussar soldiers.

"Ulla-la-la!" the shout echoed across the valley. "No matter who it is, that turtle son, if he dares to come, he will definitely look good." Lostav was thinking, while stabbing his horse "Xiaobai" with spurs, causing it to speed up and rush to the front .The enemy has been spotted ahead.Suddenly, it seemed that a big broom swept across the entire cavalry company.Rose Tapher raised his saber and was about to slash, but the warrior galloping in front of him suddenly fell down. Rose Tapher seemed to be dreaming. He always felt that he was riding on a horse, and at the same time felt that he was standing still. At this moment, a The familiar hussars came up from behind, gave him a resentful look, and went around him again. "What's the matter? Why can't I move? I fell down and was beaten to death..." Lostaff thought to himself.He was lying alone on the ground now, and instead of the galloping horses and the backs of the hussars before him, he saw the still ground around him, and his blood was hot beneath him. "No, I was injured, my horse was killed." "Xiao Bai" tried to stand up on his front legs, but fell down again, and blood flowed from the horse's head.Lostav felt that his left arm could not move, and his wrist seemed unable to lift.He looked at his hands, there was no blood on them. "Ah, someone is coming." He saw several people running towards this side.When those people came to him, he realized that they were French soldiers.Rostaff refused to believe his eyes: "Are they really French soldiers?" He was chasing these French soldiers desperately just now, trying to kill them, but when they were about to approach him, he was terrified. I can't believe it's French soldiers at all. "What do they want to do? Kill me? I'm a hardworking and kind person?" He recalled the love for him from his mother, family, and comrades-in-arms. It seemed impossible for the enemy to kill him. possible!He lay there and did not dare to move, but he had already seen the face of the French soldier, and he was very frightened. The French soldier ran towards this side briskly with a bayonet-tipped rifle. His strange and fanatical face made Luos Tarver was taken aback.Lowstaff grabbed the pistol, but instead of firing it, he hurled it at the devil, and ran off into the bushes like a rabbit running from the hounds, a chill of terror passing over his face. back.Running to the edge of the bushes, he turned his head and saw the leading French soldiers standing there, raising their guns and taking aim.Lostav closed his eyes, bent down sharply, one bullet after another whizzed past his head, mustered his last strength, supported his injured left hand with his right hand, and jumped into the bushes.There are Russian fighters hiding in the bushes.

[twenty]
The infantry regiment had been cut off in the middle, and the soldiers began to flee in confusion. The model commander who had been a soldier for 22 years and had never been reprimanded, although he desperately shouted, "Don't run", it was still useless. It is clear that the time has come for the warriors who decide the outcome of the battle to waver.

But at this moment, the attacking French army suddenly retreated inexplicably, and Russian shooters rushed out of the forest.This is Timohin's company.Only this company maintained discipline in the forest, hiding behind the trees in the forest, and suddenly launched an attack when the French army came close.Timoxin screamed desperately and rushed towards the French army. The French soldiers thought they were in an ambush and dropped their weapons and fled.Rukot, who rushed to the front alongside Timoxin, killed a French soldier on the opposite side, and rushed forward to grab the surrendered French officer by the collar.The fleeing soldiers returned, the battalions regrouped, and the French army on the left flank, which had been cut in two, was quickly repulsed by our troops.Russian reinforcements have also arrived.The head of the regiment stood by the bridge, and the retreating soldiers walked past him.At this moment, a soldier ran up to the regimental commander and grabbed his stirrups.This soldier was wearing a light blue military overcoat, without a rucksack, without a hat, with a handkerchief wrapped around his head, a French army's bullet box on his shoulder, and a command knife in his hand.The soldier was pale, staring boldly at the regimental commander with blue eyes and a smile on his lips. "My lord, these are two trophies," Rucourt pointed to the French saber and bullet box, "I captured a French officer, and I stopped the fleeing enemy army," said Rucourt breathlessly. "Even soldiers can testify to this. Please remember, my lord!"

"Okay, okay." The head of the group said while turning his face to the people around him.But Rukot was still reluctant to go away, he tore off the handkerchief wrapped around his head, revealing the congealed blood on his head. "I've got a head wound, but I don't think it's too minor to go under fire. Remember that too, my lord." Tosh's battery was forgotten.The troops covering the artillery company had withdrawn long ago, but the soldiers of the artillery company were still fighting. The French did not expect that the four unprotected cannons would have such a fierce shooting efficiency.Hearing the sound of cannons still coming from the position, Duke Borgoladgeo sent Ondry to quickly convey the order for the artillery company to retreat immediately.

When the Duke André arrived at Toche's battery, he first saw a wounded horse, lying on the ground neighing with a broken leg, with a fountain of blood pouring from the wound.Beside the trailer lay several wounded who had died.As the Duke Andryl approached, the cannonballs whizzed overhead one after another, and he felt a chill run down his back. "I am determined not to be afraid," he thought, and dismounted unhurriedly between the two cannon.After delivering the order, he did not evacuate the artillery position immediately, he decided to witness the withdrawal of the artillery with his own eyes.Together with Tosh, he stepped over the corpses of the wounded, braving the fierce enemy fire, and organized the artillery to evacuate the position. "A sergeant came just now and slipped away," a sergeant said to Duke Andréle, "it seems not you, my lord." Neither Duke Andréle nor Toche bothered to speak, and they were busy. It was such a joy.They put the undamaged two of the four guns on the trailer and lowered them down the mountain, while the damaged gun and the other single-horned gun were thrown on the position.Finally, Duke Andrele came to Tosh on horseback.

"Goodbye, my comrade in arms." Duke Andrele held out his hand to Tosh. "Goodbye, my comrade, dear man! Goodbye, dear friend."

Tosh said, but suddenly burst into tears for some reason.

[21]

The wind died down, and black clouds hung low over the battlefield, mingling with the gunpowder smoke on the horizon.Tosh pulled his cannon back into the valley, some wounded lying on his carriage.At the foot of the mountain, a pale and exhausted soldier, holding one hand with the other, walked up to Tosh and asked for a ride back in his gun carriage.

"Captain, for God's sake I sprained my arm," he asked timidly.It can be seen that the cadet has asked for a ride more than once, and was refused.At this time, he was watching with hesitant eyes, and continued to beg with a pitiful voice.

"Just let him sit on it," Tosh said to one of his soldiers.This warrior is Rostaff.He supported the other with one hand, his face was bloodless, and his forehead was trembling with violent convulsions.

The last attack of the French army was repulsed.Tosh's guns stopped and bivouacked, a campfire lit the ground, and around them sat some soldiers.

"Your Excellency wants you to see the general. He lives in a peasant's house here," said an artillery sergeant, approaching Tosh.

"I'll go right away, dear." Tosh stood up, buttoned his coat, and left the campfire.

Not far from the campfire of the artillery battery, Borgoladgio was sitting in a peasant's house having dinner and talking with some of the army commanders who had gathered around him.He expressed his deep gratitude to the commanders of the various units and asked for specific details of the battle and detailed losses.The commander of the regiment who was inspected at Bugat boasted of his composure and his ability to change tactics, and he also mentioned the brave Rukot, because he always remembered that Kotusov had talked with Rukot this matter.Markov recounted how he saw cavalry charge ahead, although it was clear to most that what he was talking about was nonsense.

"Everyone, I am very grateful for the performance of the soldiers on the battlefield. Comrades charged forward and fought bravely. But how did you lose the two cannons in the central position?" he asked, looking around for someone with his eyes . (Borgolagio did not ask about the guns on the left flank, knowing full well that all the guns there had been abandoned when the battle had just begun.) "It seems that you were sent at that time," he asked the officer on duty.

"One is broken," replied the officer of the watch, "and I can't explain the other. I've been there to keep an eye on it," he added humbly.Someone said that Tosh was in this village, so they sent for him. "Aren't you there too?" said Duke Borgoladgeo to Duke André.

"Yes, we almost met." The officer on duty smiled happily at Duke Andrele.

"I haven't met you before." Duke Andrele said coldly and bluntly.

No one said a word.Tosh came to the door, and he squeezed cautiously from behind the general.As before, Tosh was flustered when he saw the officer. He accidentally tripped over a flagpole while avoiding the generals in the narrow room.The commanders all laughed.

"Why did you drop a cannon?" Borgolageo asked, frowning, not so much to Tosh, but to the laughing commanders.

"I don't know... my lord... not enough manpower, my lord." "Can you transfer people from other troops!" Tosh had no answer, and everyone was silent and silent.Duke Andrele glanced at Tosh, his fingers trembling nervously. "My lord," Duke de Andrele broke the silence with a cold voice, "you sent me to Captain Toche's battery. I found two-thirds of the men and horses dead, and two cannons dead. damaged, and without any covering troops."

At this moment, Duke Borgoladgeo and Tosh looked at Duke Andrele, who was restrained but very excited.

"My lord, if I may give my opinion," he went on, "I would like to say that today's victory is entirely due to the indomitable and brave fighting spirit of Captain Tosh and his battery." After finishing his speech, Duke Lie stood up and left the table without waiting for an answer.

Duke Borgolajeo looked at Tosh. He obviously didn't want to question Duke André's harsh judgment. At the same time, he felt that he couldn't fully believe what he said. He lowered his head and said to Tosh, "Go out first."

Duke Andrele also came out with Tosh. "Thank you, dear, you saved my car." Tosh said to Duke Andrele.

Duke Andrele looked at Tosh and left silently.He is distraught now.Everything was so weird, not the way he hoped it would be.

The next day, the French army did not launch a new battle, and the remnants of Bogorageo's army and Kotusov's army joined forces in victory.

The third part

[One]

In Moscow, in order to win over Bin Ayr, Prince Vohire found him a position equivalent to that of a civil servant of the fifth class, and he insisted that the young man go to Petersburg with him and live with him.Duke Vauchille did everything to make Bin-Air like his daughter.

Not long ago, Bin-Air, who lived a carefree single life, became distraught and sullen after unexpectedly becoming the rich man Count Binzohof, and only felt happy when he lay down on the bed.He had to sign many papers, inspect offices of which he had no idea what they were for, ask all kinds of questions to the steward, and inspect estates near Moscow.Meeting all sorts of people, all kinds of people--industrialists, relatives, acquaintances--industrialists, relatives, acquaintances, all had an affection for the young man, all were very enthusiastic about him, and each of them obviously believed in Bin-Air's noble character .

(End of this chapter)