We could see the advancing foes very clearly I could even distingue the individual faces of the soldiers, the grenadiers with their big moustaches the line troopers advancing in their hundreds, a compact block moving as one against our lines of green. And then I realized that actually they were chanting, above the infernal thunder of the artillery or the sound of drums and fifes we could clearly hear fragments of their chanting: la libertè nous over la barriere…. le peuple souvereign… pour elle un français dois mourir. So they chanted as made the earth shake under the passing of their boots. –Holy Basil they are taking it terribly serious aren’t they?- asked one colonel near to me –then we well have to shut them down with the roar of or muskets sir- replied the major of his regiment a tall man immaculately uniformed who was standing by him. –look our skirmishers are starting to reply- said pointing to the clouds of green jackets ahead of our lines. The jägers opened fire, white puffs of fire emerging sporadically amongst them, but their anarchic fire nor stopped nor slowed their progress.
They kept on coming for us as the furies of hell, the rhythm of their drums was a perfect harmony with their pass- a great spectacle isn’t it?- asked one of my adjutants to an old lieutenant –it’s the spectacle of death my dear, you will get used to it- said he with a stern grimace.
Then as one man, with a marvelous discipline they stopped, one of their officers in a brown coat and wearing an ornate bicorn advanced from the monolithic ranks and lifting his sword with enthusiasm ordered feu! with a spasm the sudden silence was broken when a line of men of half a kilometer length opened fire, it was like the time stopped, as their volleys crossed the space hitting home amongst our jägers making them retreat. The cut was bloody but not deep, and now our own men advanced to counter the attack.
But the battle was going on in an large front and eventually arrived to me notices of what was going on in our extreme left flank, which I had left in the care of General Pavel, was few paces behind the lines of men who were fighting by musket and fire against the columns of Frenchmen, when suddenly an envoy of the general arrived. He was in a deplorable state, his uniform had been ripped in some parts by bullets and was stained by blood and dust, but his face showed an expression of evident joy. –General, general we have smashed the flank, the poles are in the run, our men have penetrated into their lines and are about to take the redoubt by the rear- -excellent news, now the only thing we have to do is to push simultaneously by the front and trap them between the anvil and the hammer- then I called on my officers- let’s go gentlemen we have a battle to won, ride towards the center- As we rode we could clearly see the dying and wounding of hundreds of men, but this flank was secured and our attention was needed in the key point: the central redoubt.
The battle was by now in its peak, at the left the Pskov regiment had opened a gap routing the entire right flank and was menacing their center. The french grand battery was opening an infernal fire on our advancing regiments and one of our brigades had come to a halt when canister ripped their ranks and created the chaos, but another brigade was closing in and soon would be over them. Next to them was a french brigade who haven’t moved a lot and was trying to put order in their ranks, an in our right, three of our brigades were entangled against two in an ferocious firefight at close distance. I arrived next to general Vasili. –How are the things going over here? - I asked holding my hat against the wind –up to now pretty well sir, they had been pounding us with grapeshot for almost a quarter of our, but their shooting is quite inaccurate and my boys will cut through them with no effort- responded him –let’s hope so general, I hope colonel Boris (who was commanding the heading regiment facing the redoubt) will lead them in his usual style – you mean charging sword in hand? Surely he will, at this step we won’t have space enough for decorations in his chest- replied him with amusement.
But action was also taking part elsewhere; -look sire over there- said one of my adjutants pointing to our right-damned they are finally moving- I said seeing the remaining french brigade from Mc Donald corps charging against the flank of the troops who were surrounding their brothers of the extreme right. Thanks to God our officers spotted them in time and turned one brigade to face them, the clash was very fierce, with the majority of the shots being fired at practically at blank range, but at the end, our men imposed themselves an despite suffering a fifty percent of casualties smashed their opponents and took their flags, which were later presented to me by the injured officers from the regiments that had such honor, a total of two french eagles were taken in this action from the 9th of line and the 3rd light.
I was at this moment ridding around the fights in the center then one tenant of infantry had my one of the captured eagles, holding it in a safe hand I looked at the colonels and staff officers who surrounded me and said –keep this moment in your mind gentlemen, we could be losing the war by now but learn that victory and defeat is just a matter of attitude and cunning, and through them we will be finally victorious- -god willing- said some of them crossing themselves, then I looked towards, where the fire had engulfed already some of the buildings of the city and columns of smoke stained the sky with their grease and black path –it’s a pity all this destruction, we go to war thinking about it as a clean affair, but the reality is far more harmful- let’s hope that this will b the turning point and drive soon the french back to Paris- said grimly one of the oldest members of my staff.
The imperials were cornered, the lone brigade of poles remaining, from the Vistula legion according to their colours were retreating in front of our victorious troops. They closed themselves inside the cathedral of Saint Alexander Nevsky which had dominated the battlefield, trying to make there their last stand. Then I decided one of my best movements of the day, in spite of charging towards tot the sacred building which would have been the usual russian manner of solving a problem I decided to hold back my men and bring forth the artillery. I was decided to bomb the church to the ground if necessary in order to slaughter the poles without losing men that would be of more use in the coming campaign. My orders were passed by, the colonels decided to sit down their men for more insurance and so they did resting in the redoubt they had just taken joking with the dad french artillery and passing amongst them bottles of vodka and curious objects plundered from the dead.The artillery was soon deployed then, before firing, their chief General Barkovsky rode to the front of his guns and turning their horse he addressed his men; -my sons, my brothers we have been instructed with the most sacred mission to clean this invaders from our land, have no more when shooting, let your members be invigorated by hate, because this is not a church, this is not a monument, them have desecrated staining his holy soil with his presence. No remorse, fire! He shouted, prancing his horse and lifting his fathered hat. As one the bronze monsters roared launching his deadly charge against columns and domes burying the poles under a storm of dust of fire.
The fight of our right resolved slowly and in our favor, the columns and lines had been fighting an endurance test, one of their massive columns had managed to break through the Smolensk grenadiers, capturing their flag and leaving behind men by hundreds, allied and enemy alike. Next to them we managed to envelop their twin column the brigade that had ruptured the french brigade before managed with great discipline to attack by the rear the remaining imperials. And so they died standing to the last men, I had to admit their great valor, that brigade formed by the 4th and the 180th of line fought with the strengths of a lion causing us great losses, but at the end we killed or captured all of them and took possessions of one eagle and three flags. Finally the brigade that had managed to cut through was dispersed by crossfire from the jägers by the flank and an infantry brigade by the rear.
With that the battle was over and over the dead body of their enemy the russians took rest of all the fatigue all the day, in the redoubt where troops had been less engaged soon fires were lit and at the sound of the balalaika the chanting and the dancing started to celebrate the victory with sobers of vodka and popular songs.Later I rode across our right flank to inspect the results of the battle. All the zone seemed the reign of dead, foe and friend embraced as they killed themselves, laid separated by war but united by death; bodies in the most antinatural positions laid dad everywhere, and huge piles of dead marked the places where the fight had been most intense. It was at this point were the battle had been hardest. Mac Donald himself had taken command of this flank in a try to envelop our line or just escape through us towards Eugene, in his typical scot style he had imposed the hand to hand style and none of our men left the fight unscratched. There we had suffered the most of our casualties in this push on battle that happened in a very imitated space, were maneuver was impossible and bayonet your best friend.
The battle was a coming and going of envoys who handed me flags, poles and french alike were beaten all along the day and their flags taken some of them saved their eagles through putting them out from the staffs and hiding them into their uniforms while running out, all those flags and trophies where presented a week later by myself to the emperor in person who received me in a room of the winter palace, there, surrounded by treacherous courtesans and the general sadness of war he , holding one of the golden eagles touched by Napoleon himself, asked my the words that I will never forget: are you General Count Barclay de Toilly –yes, I’m your imperial majesty- I kneeling replied –then I appoint you field marshal and chief of all my imperial army- the whole crowd kept silence at this, then the emperor with his blue ys filled with humble humanity crossed himself four times in the orthodox manner add- may God our lord will have mercy of Russia, you may go now Barclay, the fate of our holy mother is now in your hands- .
And what happened to Mc Donald you will be wondering? Well we found him killed by a jäger bullet, struck down lading the retreat of his troops, the dead all warrior could have wished.