General Frost's main force failed to engage the Austrian main force, while Lana's troops' resistance had entered its fourth day.
Early that morning, Lana was inspecting the front lines.
The whole position was permeated with the foul stench of corpses, as too many had died in battle in recent days and there had been no time to clean up the field, causing the bodies to rot and emit a terrible odor.
The French soldiers still guarding the position looked even more miserable than the corpses, dirty and stinky, their faces smeared with blood, looking like fierce ghosts returning from Hell.
As Lana walked, he joked with the soldiers, "Pim, how are you? I didn't see you last evening, I thought you had died gloriously."
"Hunter, you lucky fellow, I got injured, and you don't have a scratch!"
"Poor old John, may he rest in peace in Heaven."
