This is what usually happens to savage nations when they go to war. As soon as their hot-tempered minds are stirred by some apparent injustice, they rush out immediately. Driven only by their hurt feelings, they crash into our legions like an avalanche. They have no discipline, no fear, no caution. They actually seek out danger on purpose. They enjoy being struck. They press forward to meet the blow, twisting their bodies along the weapon, and dying from wounds they create themselves.
This is usually the fate of savage nations when they plunge into war: as soon as their easily excited minds are roused by the appearance of wrong having been done them, they straightway hasten forth, and, guided only by their wounded feelings, fall like an avalanche upon our legions, without either discipline, fear, or precaution, and wilfully seeking for danger. They delight in being struck, in pressing forward to meet the blow, writhing their bodies along the weapon, and perishing by a wound which they themselves make.