Chapter 431:

Hongdou sat down and thought. Thankfully, he now thinks about actions, not his own conscience.
He finally said, "It must be done, but it is not an easy task. Hussein is a great man, but as everyone knows, Dick, the horses on the front line are not easy to get. Tomorrow Li Huai will quickly observe hell, second That woman will guide Li Huai. Mai Xia must give Hussein time... Li Huai hopes that heaven can be tonight. He was silent again for a moment, and then he said: "Li Huai believes that the best time is to enlighten The third night before the recording. She would definitely let Li be bad that night. "
"Okay," Li Hao said. "Will it be fun to sit in this cold tomb and wait. But Maisha must keep a clear head and don't rush to take risks. Besides, if Peter wins, then the Turk will be a busy person tomorrow."
The key opened the door, and Hussein stole in like a shade of a tree. This is a signal for red beans to leave.
He said that your companion gave Li Huaixin a life. "Li Huai has a plan now, Li Huai can tooth and stick to it."
He walked to Peter and took his hand. \'good luck. You are the bravest person Li Huai has ever met, and Li Huai has seen some. Then he turned abruptly and walked out, followed by Brenkelon's exhortation, saying "Busy with four-legged animals".
Then Maisha set about equipping Peter for the Crusade. This is a simple job, because Mai Xia is not rich in wealth. He stood up wearing a thick fur collar coat, no different from an ordinary Turkish officer in the dim light. But Peter had no intention of passing through the Turks, nor did he give anyone a chance to see him. He was more concerned about blending with the scenery. So he took off his coat, pulled a gray sweater from Li Badi on his coat, and wore a wool helmet of the same color on his head. He didn't need a map, because he had already remembered his route, and the things that had been fixed in his mind were glued to it like wax. But Li Huai asked him to take Stone's plan and paper and hide it under his shirt. The biggest difficulty Li Huai saw was that if he passed the Turkish War, he would not be shot and go straight to Russia. He just hopes that he can hit someone with a little English or German. He climbed onto the roof twice and returned happily because of the possibility of windy weather.
Hussein came in for Maisha's dinner, and Peter filled up a small package of food. Both Li Huai and Li Huai have two small bottles of brandy, and Li Huai gave him Li Huai's.
Then he stretched out his hand very simply, like a good child about to sleep. Too much for that. He cried and slid on his face, and he announced that if Mai Xia passed, he would adapt him to the softest bed money could buy. Li Huai thinks he is not understood, because old Peter's eyes have now attracted the hunters who found the game. He just wanted to work.
Two legs and a pair of worn boots disappeared from the trap. Suddenly, Li Badi felt very lonely and desperate. The gunfire began to roar in the east again, and the roar of the storm was heard in the interval.
He climbed onto the roof and illuminated the broken bricks on the outer wall. The outbuilding where Mai Xia lives is close to the road, outside the proper entrance of the house. In normal times, Li Huai will undoubtedly have sentries, but Hongdou and Hussein may have managed to clear them a bit. In any case, when he crossed the road and jumped into the snow, he could see nothing.
He knows very well that he must complete this work within the twelve hours before his eyes. The forefront of the battle is too public that anyone can lie down in the daytime, especially when two to three feet of snow makes everything a spot. It is an abomination to Peter's soul to hurry up to do this kind of work now, because like all Boers, his taste is slow and firm, even though he can run fast enough when he needs it. When he crossed the fields in winter, he came up with something to his advantage and found the only dirty weather. There were gusts of wind and heavy snow, but it never landed. The frost disappeared, and the lying snow was as soft as butter. He thought, this is really great, because a clear and difficult night will be the devil.
The first is through the farmland, where there are small snow-filled ditches. From time to time there will be a house and a fruit tree, but there are no people abroad. The road is crowded, but Peter is of no use. Li Huai can imagine him swinging as he bends over, stopping from time to time, smelling it, and being alert to signs of danger. When he chooses, he can cover the entire country like an antelope.
Soon, he embarked on a road full of transportation. This was the road from to the pass, and he waited for the opportunity to cross it. After that, the ground became rugged, full of boulders and thorn bushes, and the covering was beautiful, allowing him to move quickly without worry. Then he was suddenly pulled to the bank of the river. The map had warned him, but it was not that big.
It was a flood of snow and rain on the hillside, rushing for fifty yards. Peter thought he could swim, but he didn't like getting in the water. He said: "A damp person will make too much noise." In addition, by chance, the current is too much for him. Therefore, he moved upstream, looking for a bridge.
Within ten minutes, he discovered a new type of trestle bridge, which was wide enough to accommodate transport vehicles. It was wary because he heard the tramp of the sentinel, and when he pulled himself up to the bank, he saw several long wooden houses, apparently some billets. They are near the river, about ten yards from the bridge. A door was open, and there was a light inside, and a sound came from inside. ...Peter has a sense of hearing like a wild animal, and even from his confused eyes, he can find that the sound is German.
When he was lying down and listening, someone came over from the bridge. Someone saluted the sentry. The man disappeared in one of the huts. Peter beat up a group of German engineers' blanks and repair shops.
When he was shocked to discover that when the officers passing by him were wearing clothes that were very similar to his own, he just wanted to try his best to catch his footsteps and try to find a good place to swim. He also has a gray sweater and balaclava, because even a German officer no longer dressed properly on a winter night in Anatolia. Thinking of this idea, Peter walked boldly across the bridge, trusting the sentinel, seeing no difference.
He slid around a corner of the cabin, and then proceeded along the road. The sentry has now come to an end, which is lucky, because if the worst happens, he can strangle him. Peter imitated the stiff steps of the German, turned around and lowered his head as if to protect him from the wind.
The man saluted. He did more because he provided conversation. The officer must be a friendly person.
"This is a difficult night, Captain," he said in German. The truck is late. Lord God, Michael doesn't have a lot of things. They have already begun to put some big things. "
Peter murmured goodnight in German, and then strode forward. He was about to leave the road when he heard a loud harsh sound from behind him.
The real officer must have appeared on his heels, and the sentinel's doubts have aroused. After blowing a whistle, Peter looked back and saw the lantern swaying in the strong wind. They came out to find a copy.
He stood for a while and found that the lights on the side of the road had dispersed. When he realized the difficulty, he was about to dive on the north side. On that side, the steep bank fell into a ditch, and the bank was beyond the reach of the flood. He could see the dull water surface under the wind.
On the road, he will be caught soon. Start searching in its south. There was no hiding place in the ditch itself, because he saw the lantern moving upward. Peter threw himself into it and made a plan. The side under the road is slightly undercut and very steep. He is determined to stick himself on it, because he will be hidden on the road, and searchers in the ditch are unlikely to explore the unspoiled side. Peter’s motto has always been that the best place to hide is the worst place, the least obvious place to those who are looking for you.
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