Arthur did not interject, simply following Napier's narrative, he looked towards the French warship that had not yet docked.
"The French responded quickly too," Napier continued. "The artillery fire swept in from the flanks, and dirt and rocks on the ridge exploded in all directions. It wasn't a graceful attack; it was more like a wrestling match, with both sides straining every muscle to topple the other. I don't remember how long the battle raged on, just that suddenly someone shouted, 'Soult is retreating!' Upon hearing that, I immediately looked down the hill and found the main assault had begun, with the Duke of Wellington's nine divisions fanning out in a five-mile-wide front. After the Third Division seized Amots Bridge, Soult's wings were completely severed. The French line quickly disintegrated, and their fleeing soldiers were as dense as ants; it was truly a spectacle!"
