Von Tschatschke noted the great gaps that had opened up in the Zichenauer front line thanks to his infantry and artillery. Much of de Latte's army had ceased fire and seemed to be wavering. An odd lull hung over much of the battlefield save for the occasional clatter of another musket volley in the distance or the thunder of the Stollenian guns.
Von Tschatschke finished scanning the scene before him. He snapped his telescope shut, handed it to a nearby aide, and pondered the situation for a moment. Should his men be permitted to continue firing on the enemy at will now, or should he order an advance across the less treacherous stretches of the Elbow followed by a bayonet charge?