Below us on the hill, lay the whole of Trenton, between us and the river. Two broad streets rose from the river towards us, ending like the apex of an inverted “V” not more than two dozen yards apart. From our vantage point we saw more Hessians were rushing from other parts of town to the fight. Their weight of numbers may yet win this fight for them.

General Knox was repositioning the cannon to fire down the streets as our men pressed on into the town.

Col. Huntington approached Gen. Greene. “Sir, where shall I place my men?”

“I may need you here to hold…” He stopped as the sound of a cannon fired somewhere south of us rolled.

“That’s the signal. Gen. Sullivan is in position and attacking.” Gen. Greene said his face beaming.

“Place your men east of town along the northern edge of this field. Advance your men towards that orchard and then turn west into town. Sullivan has cut off their retreat, you will prevent their escape to the east. We will bag the whole lot of them.