Hundreds of cannons roared incessantly, as if conveying the wrath of God. The blood-tinged smoke billowed across the battlefield for dozens of miles, making everything seem unreal.,And today, after repeated attacks still failed to break through the lines laid out by British commander Arthur Wellesley, he began to sense that he could not offer victory to France again.,She was no doctor, powerless to help. She could only sit helplessly by his bedside, sighing at the cruel twists of fate and praying silently that things wouldn't get any worse.。