Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The Prince of Orange was in command of the centre, Hill of the right wing, Picton of the left wing. The Prince of Orange, desperate and intrepid, shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick! Never retreat!" Hill, having been weakened, had come up to the support of Wellington; Picton was dead. At the very moment when the English had captured from the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the English general, Picton, with a bullet through the head. The battle had, for Wellington, two bases of action, Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte; Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of the German battalion which defended it, only forty-two men survived; all the officers, except five, were either dead or captured. Three thousand combatants had been massacred in that barn. A sergeant of the English Guards, the foremost boxer in England, reputed invulnerable by his companions, had been killed there by a little French drummer-boy. Baring had been dislodged, Alten put to the sword. Many flags had been lost, one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, carried by a prince of the house of Deux-Ponts. The Scotch Grays no longer existed; Ponsonby's GREat dragoons had been hacked to pieces. That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the lancers of Bro and beneath the cuirassiers of Travers; out of twelve hundred horses, six hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by seven lance-thrusts. Gordon was dead. Marsh was dead. Two divisions, the fifth and the sixth, had been annihilated.
Hougomont injured, La Haie-Sainte taken, there now existed but one rallying-point, the centre. That point still held firm. Wellington reinforced it. He summoned thither Hill, who was at Merle-Braine; he summoned Chasse, who was at Braine-l'Alleud.
The centre of the English army, rather concave, very dense, and very compact, was strongly posted. It occupied the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean, having behind it the village, and in front of it the slope, which was tolerably steep then. It rested on that stout stone dwelling which at that time belonged to the domain of Nivelles, and which marks the intersection of the roads--a pile of the sixteenth century, and so robust that the cannon-balls rebounded from it without injuring it. All about the plateau the English had cut the hedges here and there, made embrasures in the hawthorn-trees, thrust the throat of a cannon between two branches, embattled the shrubs. There artillery was ambushed in the brushwood. This punic labor, incontestably authorized by war, which permits traps, was so well done, that Haxo, who had been despatched by the Emperor at nine o'clock in the morning to reconnoitre the enemy's batteries, had discovered nothing of it, and had returned and reported to Napoleon that there were no obstacles except the two barricades which barred the road to Nivelles and to Genappe. It was at the season when the grain is tall; on the edge of the plateau a battalion of Kempt's brigade, the 95th, armed with carabines, was concealed in the tall wheat.
Thus assured and buttressed, the centre of the Anglo-Dutch army was well posted. The peril of this position lay in the forest of Soignes, then adjoining the field of battle, and intersected by the ponds of Groenendael and Boitsfort. An army could not retreat thither without dissolving; the regiments would have broken up immediately there. The artillery would have been lost among the morasses. The retreat, according to many a man versed in the art,--though it is disputed by others,--would have been a disorganized flight.
To this centre, Wellington added one of Chasse's brigades taken from the right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus Clinton's division. To his English, to the regiments of Halkett, to the brigades of Mitchell, to the guards of Maitland, he gave as reinforcements and aids, the infantry of Brunswick, Nassau's contingent, Kielmansegg's Hanoverians, and Ompteda's Germans. This placed twenty-six battalions under his hand. The right wing, as Charras says, was thrown back on the centre. An enormous battery was masked by sacks of earth at the spot where there now stands what is called the "Museum of Waterloo." Besides this, Wellington had, behind a rise in the ground, Somerset's Dragoon Guards, fourteen hundred horse strong. It was the remaining half of the justly celebrated English cavalry. Ponsonby destroyed, Somerset remained.
The battery, which, if completed, would have been almost a redoubt, was ranged behind a very low garden wall, backed up with a coating of bags of sand and a large slope of earth. This work was not finished; there had been no time to make a palisade for it.
Wellington, uneasy but impassive, was on horseback, and there remained the whole day in the same attitude, a little in advance of the old mill of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which an Englishman, an enthusiastic vandal, purchased later on for two hundred francs, cut down, and carried off. Wellington was coldly heroic. The bullets rained about him. His aide-de-camp, Gordon, fell at his side. Lord Hill, pointing to a shell which had burst, said to him: "My lord, what are your orders in case you are killed?" "To do like me," replied Wellington.
To Clinton he said laconically, "To hold this spot to the last man." The day was evidently turning out ill. Wellington shouted to his old companions of Talavera, of Vittoria, of Salamanca: "Boys, can retreat be thought of? Think of old England!"
Towards four o'clock, the English line drew back. Suddenly nothing was visible on the crest of the plateau except the artillery and the sharpshooters; the rest had disappeared: the regiments, dislodged by the shells and the French bullets, retreated into the bottom, now intersected by the back road of the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean; a retrograde movement took place, the English front hid itself, Wellington drew back. "The beginning of retreat!" cried Napoleon.
六 下午四点
将近四点，英军形势危急。奥伦治亲王将中军，希尔右翼，皮克顿左翼。骁勇而战酣了的奥伦治亲王向着荷比联军叫道：“纳索，不伦瑞克，永不后退！”希尔力不能支，来投靠威灵顿，皮克顿已经死了。正当英军把法国第一○五联队军旗夺去时，法军却一粒子弹穿脑袋，毙了英国的皮克顿将军。威灵顿有两个据点：乌古蒙和圣拉埃，乌古蒙虽然顽抗，却着了火，圣拉埃早已失守。防守圣拉埃的德军只剩下四十二个人，所有的军官都已战死或当了俘虏，幸免的只有五个人，三千战士在那麦仓里送了命。英国卫队中的一个中士，是英国首屈一指的拳术家，他的同道们称他为无懈可击的好汉，却被法国一个小小鼓卒宰了在那里。贝林已经丢了防地，阿尔顿已经死在刀下。
好几面军旗被夺，其中有阿尔顿师部的旗和握在双桥族一个亲王手里的吕内堡营部的旗。苏格兰灰衣部队已不存在，庞森比的彪形骑兵已被刀斧手砍绝。那批骁勇的马队已经屈服在布罗的长矛队和特拉维尔的铁甲军下面，一千二百匹马留下六百，三个大佐有两个倒在地上，汉密尔顿受了伤，马特尔送了命。
庞森比落马，身上被搠了七个窟窿，戈登死了，马尔奇死了。第五和第六两师都被歼灭了。
乌古蒙被困，圣拉埃失守，只有中间的一个结了。那个结始终解不开，威灵顿不断增援。他把希尔从梅泊·布朗调来，又把夏塞从布兰拉勒调来。
英军的中军，阵式略凹，兵力非常密集，地势也占得好。它占着圣约翰山高地，背后有村庄，前面有斜坡，那斜坡在当时是相当陡的，那所坚固的石屋是当时尼维尔的公产，是道路交叉点的标志，一所十六世纪高大的建筑物，坚固到炮弹打上去也会弹回来，它不受任何损害，英国的中军便以那所石屋为依据。高地四周英兵随处设了藩篱，山楂林里设了炮兵阵地，树桠中伸出炮口，以树丛为掩护。他们的炮队全隐在荆棘丛中。兵不厌诈，那种鬼蜮伎俩当然是战争所允许的，它完成得非常巧妙，致使皇上在早晨九点派出去侦察敌军炮位的亚克索一点也没有发现，他向拿破仑汇报：“除了防守尼维尔路和热纳普路的两处工事以外，没有其他障碍。”当时正是麦子长得很高的季节，在那高地的边沿上，兰伯特旅部的第九十五营兵士都拿着火枪，伏在麦田里。
英荷联军的中部有了那些掩护和凭借，地位自然优越了。
那种地势的不利处在于索瓦宁森林，当时那森林连接战场，中间横亘着格昂达尔和博茨夫沼泽地带。军队万一退到那里，必然灭顶，军心也必然涣散。炮队会陷入泥沼。许多行家的意见都认为当日英荷联军在那地方可能一败涂地，不赞同这种意见的人当然也有。
威灵顿从右翼调来了夏塞的一旅，又从左翼调了温克的一旅，再加上克林东的师部，用来加强中部的兵力。他派了不伦瑞克的步兵、纳索的部下、基尔曼瑞奇的汉诺威军和昂普蒂达的德军去支援他的英国部队霍尔基特联队、米契尔旅部、梅特兰卫队。因此他手下有二十六营人。按夏拉所说：“右翼曾折回到中军的后面。”在今日所谓“滑铁卢陈列馆”的那地方，当日有过一大队炮兵隐蔽在沙袋后面。此外，威灵顿还有萨墨塞特的龙骑卫队，一千四百人马待在洼地里。那是那些名不虚传的英国骑兵的一半。庞森比部已被歼灭，却还剩下萨墨塞特。
那队炮兵的工事如果完成，就可能成为大害。炮位设在一道极矮的园墙后面，百忙中加上了一层沙袋和一道宽土堤。这工事只是还不曾完毕，还没来得及装置栅栏。
威灵顿骑在马上，心旌摇摇，而神色自若，他在圣约翰山一株榆树下立了一整天，始终没有改变他的姿势，那株榆树原在今日还存在的那座风车前面不远的地方，后来被一个热心摧残古迹的英国人花了两百法郎买去，锯断，运走了。威灵顿立在那里，冷峻而英勇。炮弹雨点似的落下来。副官戈登刚死在他身旁。贵人希尔指着一颗正在爆炸的炮弹向他说：“大人，万一您遭不测，您有什么指示给我们呢？”“象我那样去做。”威灵顿回答。对着克林东，他简短地说：“守在此地，直到最后一个人。”那天形势明显变坏。威灵顿对塔拉韦腊、维多利亚、萨拉曼卡诸城①的那些老朋友喊道：“Boys（孩子们）！难道有人想开小差不成？替古老的英格兰想想吧！”
①塔拉韦腊（Talavera）、维多利亚（Vittoria）、萨拉曼卡（Salamanque）均为西班牙城市。
将近四点时英军的最后防线动摇了。在高地的防线里只见炮队和散兵，其余的一下子全都不见了。那些联队受到法军开花弹和炮弹的压逼，都折回到圣约翰山庄屋便道那一带去了，那便道今天还在。退却的形势出现了，英军前锋向后倒，威灵顿退了。“退却开始！”拿破仑大声说。
