Sir Graham didn't show any displeasure; after all, no one expected the Tatars to be cultured. Moreover, the Duke of York had repeatedly reminded him to cooperate seriously with the Russian Army this time, so he didn't want to argue.
"Are your men ready?" he changed the subject.
"Of course." Kosakov nodded proudly, "Yevremov's corps will sleep for about four hours tonight and will be ready to mobilize before dawn."
"I hope we can capture Offenburg tomorrow." The British pulled at his collar, "This damned place is really cold..."
A rumbling of artillery interrupted his grumbling.
"What are the French doing?" Sir Graham glanced at his pocket watch; it was nearing six, and both sides should have already returned to camp.
The positions of both sides were about two kilometers apart, and with the sky starting to darken, it was almost impossible for the cannons to hit here.
