"_Egy az Isten!_" he cried, and all his comrades followed his example.
"What do you say ?" asked the bewildered officer.
"We swear by the God who has said 'Thou shalt not kill!'" was Manasseh's reply.
"But you are soldiers, and on the battle-field." "We do our duty, we go whither we are ordered, and we can die if we must; but we will not take human life except in defence of our homes and our fatherland." "But, man, the enemy will kill you." "So be it." The commander threatened, begged, wept--all in vain.

The only reply was, "_Egy az Isten!_" The men were willing to discharge their pieces if necessary, but it would only be a waste of ammunition: they would fire into the air.
Troops were now rapidly moving on the threatened position from two directions, one party to assault, the other to defend.

Fearful slaughter seemed imminent, and nothing was left for those who had so gallantly carried the terrace but to die where they stood.

Suddenly, however, a third power took a hand in the fray, and smote both assailants and defenders with equal fury.

The black clouds that had been gathering over the battle-field opened and began such a cannonade as neither side could withstand.