A hundred and fifty-one colours, and twenty standards, and the greater proportion of their muskets, together with the military chest, the Duke of Croy, their commander-in-chief, and the whole of their generals, colonels, majors, and captains, fell into the hands of the Swedes, as prisoners of war.

The total loss in killed and wounded of the Swedes was under two thousand, the chief loss being due to the desperate resistance of the Russians, after the battle was irretrievably lost.

It may be doubted whether so complete and surprising a victory, between armies so disproportionate in force, was ever before gained.
The king had exposed himself, throughout the day, most recklessly, and was everywhere in the thick of the Russian bullets, and yet he escaped without so much as a scratch.

The Malmoe Regiment had been with the left wing, but suffered comparatively little loss, as they were one of the last to enter the intrenchments, and it was only when darkness was closing in that they were called up to take a part in the attack on the position held by the Russians.
"Never was the saying, that fortune favours the brave, more signally verified, Jervoise," Major Jamieson said, as he sat down to a rough breakfast with the officers of the Scottish company, on the morning after the Russian surrender.
"That's true enough, but Russians are brave, too, as they showed at the end of the day.

I fancy you have a scotch proverb to the effect that 'fou folk come to no harm.' I think that is more applicable in the present case." The major laughed.
"The fou folk relates rather to drunkenness than madness, Jervoise.
But, of course, it would do for both.