Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tens of thousands of dead people, in various poses and in various costumes, lay on the fields and meadows belonging to the Davydov family and royal serfs. For hundreds of years, Borodino, Gorky, and Shevarkin It is here that the villagers of Novo Semenovskoe gather crops and graze their livestock.In an area of ​​ten acres around the ambulance station, the grass and the ground were soaked in blood. Groups of wounded and uninjured soldiers from different ranks, with panicked faces, trudged back to Mozhaisk one after another. Batch returns to Valuyeva.Other groups of weary and starving men marched forward under the leadership of their officers, while others stood still and continued to shoot.

The whole battlefield was filled with smog and the bayonets were shining in the morning sun, so cheerful and beautiful, but now it was shrouded in moist smoke and dust, exuding an unpleasant smell of nitric acid and blood.Dark clouds gathered and it began to rain, raining on the dead, on the wounded, on the terrified, exhausted, and bewildered.It was as if the raindrops were saying, "Come on, come on, people. Stop it... sober up. What are you doing?" Exhausted, without food and rest, the people on both sides of the enemy were equally suspicious—whether they were going to kill each other—all faces showed doubts, and everyone had the same question in their hearts : "Why, for whom, do you have to kill and be killed? If you like to kill, kill and do as you like, but I don't want to do it anymore!" By evening, such thoughts matured in everyone's heart .These people could be amazed at what they were doing at any moment, could abandon everything, and flee to wherever they wanted.

Though the battle was drawing to a close, the men still felt the terror of their actions; though they were glad to cease the fighting, there was still an uncanny, mystical power guiding them; Full of gunpowder and blood, they are too tired to walk steadily. This book narrates Marx's economic theory in a popular way, and reproduces Marx's thoughts. Fuse, aim.The cannonballs were still flying swiftly and relentlessly between the two sides, blasting the human body into a pulp.The dreadful thing that is going on, not according to the will of man, but according to the will of God, who rules over mankind and the world, is still going on.

Anyone who looks at the chaotic situation in the Russian rear will say that the Russians are doomed if only a little more effort from the French is needed; , the French collapsed.But neither the French nor the Russians stepped up their efforts, and the flames of war were slowly extinguished. The Russians did not make that effort, because they were not attacking the French.At the beginning of the battle, they simply held the road to Moscow, blocking the enemy's way, and until the end of the battle, they still held on as if it had begun.But even if the Russians aimed at repelling the French, it was impossible for them to make a last-ditch effort, for all Russian troops had been routed, not a single unit was spared in the battle, and the Russians were holding their ground. In the position, half of the troops were lost.

As for the French, they miss the victories they have achieved in the past fifteen years, believe that Napoleon is invincible, knowing that they have occupied part of the battlefield, they only lost a quarter of their people. Max Scher, they still have 20,000 unused guards.It is easy to make this effort.The purpose of the French in attacking the Russian troops was to drive them out of their positions, and this should be done, for as long as the Russians blocked the way to Moscow, as they did at the beginning of the battle, the French could not achieve their purpose, and all their Losses and efforts are wasted.But the French made no such effort.Some historians say that Napoleon won the battle as long as he sent out his entire old guard, and what happens when Napoleon sends out his guard is like saying that what happens when autumn turns into spring.This is impossible.Napoleon did not send his Guards, not because he would not do so, but because he could not.All the generals, officers, and soldiers of the French army knew that this could not be done, because the low morale would not allow it.

Napoleon was not alone in experiencing that nightmarish feeling (so impotent as a terrible blow to the arm), but all the generals of the French army, all the soldiers who had fought and not fought, after all their past combat experience but with one-tenth the force the enemy would have fled, and now facing an enemy who had lost half his army and stood at the end of the battle with the same majesty and immobility as at the beginning, the same terror feel.The morale of the attacking French army was exhausted.The Russians won victory at Borodino. This victory was not marked by the capture of a few pieces of cloth tied to sticks (the so-called military flag), nor was it a victory when the army occupied and was occupying the territory, but That spiritual victory which convinces the enemy of the spiritual superiority of his adversary and of his own impotence.The French invader, like a mad beast, mortally wounded in its leaps and runs, felt its own doom approach; but it could not stop, just as the half-numbered Russians could not stop as they evaded the enemy's edge.With this thrust the French were still able to rush to Moscow; but there the Russians had no trouble, the French were mortally wounded at Borodino, it was bleeding, it was bound to perish.As a direct result of the Battle of Borodino, Napoleon fled from Moscow for no reason and fled back along the old road to Smolensk. Half a million invading troops were destroyed, and Napoleon's France encountered for the first time in Borodino Mentally stronger opponents collapsed.