Lasalle led a cavalry squad and had been lingering in front of the Austrian army for a whole day.
Because he had been surviving in the field right under the noses of the Austrian army, Lasalle had only eaten a bit of dry bread in the past twenty-four hours, and his sleep was just a brief doze, but this did not affect his exuberant energy.
Yesterday, the Austrians had sent cavalry to drive off Lasalle, which resulted in an enthusiastic and friendly hand-to-hand combat. Lasalle was quite certain that he had chopped off an Austrian major's finger, rendering him unable to hold his sword, and during a duel, a more honorable duelist would allow the opponent to surrender with honor.
Lasalle didn't think much of it, he chose to be a noble duelist—because by doing so, once the news spread, the noble ladies at balls or salons would favor Lasalle even more.
