1 He was only waiting for an excuse to fall upon the enemy; but for a long while an excuse did not present itself.
2 At last I determined to challenge my enemy to a duel.
3 We have fully concentrated forces of nearly seventy thousand men with which to attack and defeat the enemy should he cross the Lech.
4 Within half an hour adjutants had been sent in various directions with orders which showed that the Russian troops, who had hitherto been inactive, would also soon have to meet the enemy.
5 But Rostov pulled away his arm and, with as much anger as though Denisov were his worst enemy, firmly fixed his eyes directly on his face.
6 The turrets of a convent stood out beyond a wild virgin pine forest, and far away on the other side of the Enns the enemy's horse patrols could be discerned.
7 On the opposite side the enemy could be seen by the naked eye, and from their battery a milk-white cloud arose.
8 Everyone got up and began watching the movements of our troops below, as plainly visible as if but a stone's throw away, and the movements of the approaching enemy farther off.
9 Two of the enemy's shots had already flown across the bridge, where there was a crush.
10 It was calm, and at intervals the bugle calls and the shouts of the enemy could be heard from the hill.
11 There was no one now between the squadron and the enemy except a few scattered skirmishers.
12 The enemy ceased firing, and that stern, threatening, inaccessible, and intangible line which separates two hostile armies was all the more clearly felt.
13 So thinks, or at any rate feels, anyone who comes in sight of the enemy, and that feeling gives a particular glamour and glad keenness of impression to everything that takes place at such moments.
14 On the high ground where the enemy was, the smoke of a cannon rose, and a ball flew whistling over the heads of the hussar squadron.
15 All were looking at the enemy in front and at the squadron commander, awaiting the word of command.