In 1942, the political commissars' service in the Red Army was finally disbanded for good, and its ranks dissolved.

The first and second ranks of the red mass now dissolved, every other man crumpling.

Their front ranks dissolved in flame, but more kept pressing in.

Where resistance was strong this rank would dissolve back through the Roman line and allow the more experienced soldiers in the principes to fight.

The mercenary ranks dissolved into babble.

At the sight of the resplendent dragon, the marching ranks of the enemy dissolved into a jumbled mess.

The ranks of the Antillian soldiery had dissolved in rout.

So that first rank and the two ranks behind it dissolved in confusion under the charge.

The ranks had already dissolved.

The ranks of Greeks dissolved into screaming chaos after only seconds.