A new salvo filled everything around with flashes, smoke, screams, blood and dirt. Frederick did not understand whether he was wounded or not, he only saw that the horse was rushing him straight at bayonets. Having crashed into the enemy formation, the young man raised his horse on his hind legs and, descending with a swing, with a mad cry, struck a blow - furious, blind, deadly. A head cut in half to the very lower jaw, wounded in the mud, under the hooves of horses, blood on the blade of a saber, the squelching of human flesh into which the blade cuts, the mad dance of a horse, a hussar chopping blindly, a bloody face, the frightened neighing of horses that have lost their riders, screams , the sound of blades, shots, flashes, smoke, moans, horse legs in ripped open bellies, entrails wrapped around hooves, cutting, stabbing, biting, screaming... The first novel by the Spanish writer Arturo Perez-Reverte “The Hussar” is a sincere, mature and passionate denunciation war.