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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.

"Rifles! Front rank, down! Second rank, fire!" Sharpe bellowed. 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. Unlike the redcoats who fought in rigid lines,

Harper didn’t need a second order. The roar of his volley gun was like a small cannon. The French officer vanished in a cloud of dust. "Harper