The Russian Minotaur goes all to shreds a second time; but will not run.

"No quarter!"-- "Well, then, none!" "Shortly after four o'clock," say my Accounts, "the firing," regular firing, "altogether ceased; ammunition nearly spent, on both sides; Prussians snatching cartridge-boxes of Russian dead;" and then began a tug of deadly massacring and wrestling man to man, "with bayonets, with butts of muskets, with hands, even with teeth [in some Russian instances], such as was never seen before." The Russians, beaten to fragments, would not run: whither run?
Behind is Mutzel and the bog of Acheron;--on Mutzel is no bridge left; "the shore of Mutzel is thick with men and horses, who have tried to cross, and lie there swallowed in the ooze"-- "like a pavement," says Tielcke.

The Russians,--never was such VIS INERTIAE as theirs now.

They stood like sacks of clay, like oxen already dead; not even if you shot a bullet through them, would they fall at once, says Archenholtz, but seem to be deliberate about it.
Complete disorder reigned on both sides; except that the Prussians could always form again when bidden, the Russians not.

This lasted till nightfall,--Russians getting themselves shoved away on these horrid terms, and obstinate to take no other.