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Somewhere ahead, the French were waiting. They were "Crapauds"—tough, disciplined, and currently holding the vital ridge that Wellesley needed. Sharpe didn't care about the high-room politics or the Duke's grand strategy; he cared about his "Chosen Men" and the ammunition they were running dangerously low on.

Unlike the redcoats who fought in rigid lines, Sharpe’s 95th Rifles were ghosts in the smoke. They used the terrain, firing with deadly precision from behind olive trees and stone walls. Sharpe saw a French officer rallying a column of infantry—a battering ram of men designed to crush the British line. "Harper! That officer on the gray horse," Sharpe pointed. skachat knigi pro strelka sharpa

But the column kept coming. Sharpe unsheathed his heavy cavalry sword—a weapon too big for a gentleman, but perfect for a man who had fought his way up from the gutters of London. "Fix swords!" he cried. Somewhere ahead, the French were waiting