Austrians, French, and Italians, all seemed to be swallowed up alike in that maelstrom of blood and fire.
At four o'clock in the afternoon the battle was at its height.

In the heat of the conflict one could see uniforms of all three armies mingled in inextricable confusion.

The Austrian forces were at last becoming exhausted with toil and hunger.

Whole regiments were there that had not tasted meat for a week--where were those forty thousand cattle ?--and the bread dealt out to them was ill-baked, mouldy, gritty, and altogether unfit to eat.
A final and concentrated effort was determined upon.

Reserves to the front! Cypress Hill was to be stormed once more.