The general on horseback at the entrance to the dam raised his hand and opened his mouth to address Dolokhov.

Suddenly a cannon ball hissed so low above the crowd that everyone ducked.

It flopped into something moist, and the general fell from his horse in a pool of blood.

Nobody gave him a look or thought of raising him.

"Get onto the ice, over the ice! Go on! Turn! Don't you hear? Go on!" innumerable voices suddenly shouted after the ball had struck the general, the men themselves not knowing what, or why, they were shouting.