The already faltering Russian Army frontline utterly collapsed under this heavy blow.
Four to five thousand soldiers screamed and ran in disarray, but the French Army's columns continued to fire round after round with mechanical precision.
A large number of Russian soldiers suddenly fell forward while running, which terrified those who narrowly escaped death; their malnourished bodies astonishingly ran at competitive levels.
Vorotov, knowing his soldiers' habits well, immediately abandoned the idea of regrouping the routed troops and fled toward the rear with a dozen guards.
Two kilometers to the east, Suvorov listened to his staff reporting the still-formulated unit numbers, occasionally interrupting them to issue orders: "These two regiments equipped with British muskets, place them in the center..."
"Yasov's regiment is down to half its soldiers, let it be the reserve force..."
