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The Russians were so astounded at this sudden attack that they lost heart
               altogether. The Swedish left, as soon as it entered the intrenchments, swept

               along them, the Russians abandoning their guns and batteries, and making
               for their bridge across the river. Unfortunately for them, their huts were

               built close behind the works, and in rear was another intrenchment,
               designed to repel assaults from the town; and the terrified crowd, unable to
               make their way rapidly along, over ground encumbered by their huts,

               crossed the interior intrenchments, thinking to make their way faster
               through the fields to the bridge.



               The Swedish king, however, placed himself at the head of his bodyguard,
               and, followed by the rest of his horse, charged right upon them, cutting

               down great numbers, and driving the rest before them towards the river,
               while the infantry kept up a heavy fire upon the fugitives in the

               intrenchments.


               The panic had spread quickly, and the Russian troops nearest to the bridge

               were already pouring over, when the mass of the fugitives arrived. These
               pressed upon the bridge in such numbers that it speedily gave way, cutting

               off the retreat of their comrades behind. Ignorant of the result, the terrified
               crowd pushed on, pressing those in front of them into the river, and the
               number of drowned was no less than that of those who fell beneath the

               bullets, pikes, and sabres of the Swedes.



               In their despair the Russians, rallied by some of their generals, now
               attempted to defend themselves, and, by occupying some houses and
               barracks, and barricading the passages between these with overturned

               waggons, they fought bravely, and repulsed, for some time, every effort of
               the Swedes.



               Darkness was now falling, and the king hastened to the spot where the
               battle was fiercely raging. As he ran towards it, he fell into a morass, from

               which he was rescued with some difficulty, leaving his sword and one boot
               behind him. However, he at once pushed on, and placed himself at the head

               of the infantry engaged in the assault. But even his presence and example
               did not avail. The Russians maintained their position with desperate
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