They were a blind frenzy against despair and death. Yet the pace eats up their energies. The regiment stalls. They begin to calculate and become self-aware once more. The moment the men stop, the musketry in front becomes a roar.
Yellow flames cause inhuman whistlings in the air.
Some fall, dead. The others simply stand. They appear dazed and stupid. The lieutenant of the troops comes up and yells at them to keep going. He continues to yell and curse after the troops.