The fierce battle continued for another twenty minutes.
Lasalle repelled three Austrian charges again.
The cavalry he brought was reduced to just a dozen men, all gathered around him, with no one intending to retreat.
At this point, everyone was seeing red, thinking of nothing but dying together with the enemy.
Lasalle climbed onto the first cart, its traces already broken by the cannons, its wheels half blown away, now paralyzed on the ground, losing its function as a cart.
Standing on the broken cart, Lasalle's Dorman was half torn, and the buttons of his jacket had all fallen off, leaving it half-open, revealing the solid muscles underneath.
As soon as he climbed up, a cavalryman teased, "Boss, you really do look like Attila now."
Laughter erupted.
After all, the legendary Huns were barbarians, all bare-chested.
