Flashman on the tip of the blow

In Russia, Flashman is waiting for a glorious meat grinder! The Crimean War and participation in the crazy attack of a light cavalry.
Sir Harry would like to crap right in the ear with his crowned fellow countrymen: "Correct the crown, Britain! Where are you going?! " Only gut. And who will hear him? The empire will rather turn the neck, but it will not stop so simply.
A cowardly warrior will have to plunge into the hurricane howl of a furious buckshot, taste a Russian bath and a good whip with gingerbread. But Sir Harry himself will not remain in debt - he will answer in one salvo. In this wild country, the flashman will surprise everyone and will repeatedly justify its loud -speaking surname in practice. Well, Russians, hold on! Truly this is not a man, but some kind of firework!