Fall of the Mughal Empire v2.c27.s22.13

v2.c27.s22.13

But even then, thrice did the Maratha horse form again under their lofty banner and advance like a roaring wave upon the wazir's front, which stood like a rock and every time flung them back with woefully thinned ranks, pursued and raked by the fire of the Afghan mounted musketeers and camel-borne light artillery. The white spray of uplifted dust, stabbed by the fire flash and sharp rattle of musketry, concealed for a time the red heaps of writhing horses and men that strewed the plain as the surf retired shivered into many small eddying fragments.