tered ranks in a vain effort to 彩蝶杭州按摩养生会所 restore order. 杭州男人放松的地方 Wolfe gave the order to advance, and after one more volley the scarlet line strode forward with bayonet and claymore to complete the rout. There was nothing to stop the British, nothing even to gall them except the fire of a few sharpshooters hidden in the scrub. Wolfe himself led them at the head of the Twenty-eighth. A bullet struck him in the groin, but he paused not a moment and was still striding on, when another ball passed through his lungs. He staggered forward, still vainly striving to keep on his feet. “Support me, support me,” he gasped to 杭州夜网桑拿按摩论坛 an officer who was close to him, “lest my gallant fellows should see me fall.” Two or three men fell out and carried him to the rear, but his fall was noticed by few; and the victorious line pressed on. Some of the sharpshooters continued to fire from behind the shrubs and 杭州油压店哪家好 required 杭州桑拿美女 to be driven out. Others taking cover nearer to the town opened a biting fire on the Highlanders who, charging as usual with the claymore only, suffered much loss in the attempt to force so wily an enemy from the bush. But other regiments came up and did the work for them with the musket, and thenceforward no further stand was made by the French, but Montcalm’s whole force broke up and fled in wild confusion towards the town. He himself, borne away in the rush of the fugitives, was shot through the body,
but being supported in the saddle rode in through the 杭州养生足疗 gates. “It is nothing, nothing,” he called to the shrieking women who saw the red stains on his white uniform; “don’t distress yourselves over me, good people.” He was lifted from his horse and borne into a surgeon’s house to die. The panic among the French increased. Their chief was dying, his second mortally wounded; and among the terrified mob that fled by the St. Charles there rose a cry to destroy the bridge of boats, lest the English should break into the camp of Beauport. This insane movement, which would have sacrificed the whole of the fugitives who had not yet 杭州水疗爽记 crossed the river, was checked by one or two officers who still kept their wits about them; but none the less the French were not only beaten but demoralised, and the victory of the British was complete.
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