In the centre, the British infantry were coming under considerable pressure and just survived a French attack leaving a French battalion in a very exposed position. The Spanish Brigadier, seeing his moment for glory for Spain, urged forward his men to attack the sole frenchie only to find themselves coming under an immediate French assault. “The Round” was dismayed, though not overly surprised, to see his leading Spanish battalion smashed and the Spanish Brigade cast into an instant faltering state.
Not for the first time that day, Sir Wilberforce found himself thinking that all was lost, especially as the Italians had now returned to pressure his left flank once more. The Portuguese were at the point of disintegration again and being pressed closely by the French; and his centre British infantry were also being pressed backwards.
All looked bleak. “The Round” took the only options open to him and directed his battered light dragoons and hussars to set themselves to protect his now tattered forces and hope for an early nightfall.
Time to bring on a third outrageously lucky rifle shot and the downing of yet another French Brigadier resulting in a halt to their inexorable advances. And, for the first time all day, French AdCs were few and far between – their absence leading to a couple of hesitant French Brigades among whom were the French dragoons who had been about chase the Portuguese from the field once and for all.
The day was saved. Just!!