Davout held a saber in one hand and a flintlock gun in the other, slaughtering the enemy like a War God.
He used the flintlock gun as a spear primarily for defense, while his right-hand saber was for offense, having already taken down seven or eight enemies.
The blood of his foes dyed half of Davout's vision red, and his bald head had turned half crimson as well.
With every enemy he killed, he bellowed without fail: "Hold steady! Victory will be ours!"
Upon felling the eighth enemy, a soldier shouted: "The enemy is retreating!"
Davout turned his head and saw, indeed, across the field next to his defensive zone, the defeated enemy troops crossing the ridge line and fleeing towards the rear.
"The enemy is in retreat!" Davout roared, "We've won!"
The enemies that were still entangled with Davout's troops only realized that the rest of their units had fled after hearing Davout's roar, and thus they too turned tail and ran.
