Chapter 432:

He waited until the lights of the street lights and ditches were close, then grabbed the edge with his left hand, bought some stones there, and dug the toes of the boots into the moist soil, like a limpet. It takes a certain amount of strength to maintain the posture for a long time, but his arm and leg muscles are like whips.
The searcher in the ditch quickly became tired because the place was very humid and was on the road with his comrades. They walked around, flashing lanterns into the ditch, and explored all the nearby countryside.
Then came the sound of wheels and horses from the opposite direction. Michael and the delayed van are approaching. They rushed at a very fast speed, driving like crazy, and for a second Peter thought that they would splash into the ditch where he was hidden. The wheels were so close to the edge that they almost wiped his fingers. Someone yelled and they pulled a yard or two near the bridge. Others came and consulted.
Michael swears that no one will pass by on the road.
That fool Hanus had already seen the ghost. "This kid's game is too cold."
Hanus, almost in tears, repeated his story. "That person spoke to Li Badi in good German," he cried.
The official said: "Ghost or no ghost, he is safe enough on the road." "Dear God, that's a big man!" He stopped and stared at the bomb explosion as the bombing from the east became more and more fierce.
They stood and discussed the fire for a minute, then moved away. Peter gave them two minutes of the law, then climbed onto the highway back to the highway and drove along the highway. The sound of shelling and wind, combined with the deep darkness, made people anxious for safety.
He was the first chance to leave this road and go to that broken country. The ground is now rising towards the branch line, and in the distance is the Turkish war. It was dark when the night started. You can't even see the smoke from explosions that are usually visible in the dark. However, as the wind blows, the snow clouds are extinguished and the starry sky rises. Peter has a compass, but he doesn't need to use it, because he has a "feel" for the landscape, a special feeling that is born of barbarians and can only be obtained through the long-term experience of white people. Li Huai believed that he would smell the smell of the north. He has roughly determined which part of the route he will try, simply because it is close to the enemy. But he might find a reason to change this. When he moved, he began to think that the safest place was the hottest place to shell. He doesn't like this concept, but it sounds reasonable.
Suddenly, he started to feel confused by the weird things on the ground, and since he had never seen large guns before, it took some time to repair them. Now, a man growled like the last day. These are Austrian howitzers. Li Huai thought they were less than 8 inches, but to Peter they looked like Levitan. Here, he also saw a large, recent shell hole for the first time because Russian guns were looking for a location. He was so interested in all this that he poked where he shouldn't be, and then sank into the pit behind the gun mount.
Gunmen all over the world are the same-shy people, hiding themselves in pits, hibernating, and fatally dislike being discovered.
The rude voice yelled "?" The heavy hand grabbed his neck.
Peter is ready to tell the story. He belonged to Michael's caravan and was left behind. He wanted to be told the way to the engineer camp. He was sorry, let alone being too polite.
The gunman said: "This is one of the Prussian pigs on the Marta Bridge." "Kick him to teach him how he feels. Keep going to the right, the mannequin, you will find a way. When you get there, please pay more attention because you are registering.
Peter thanked them and walked to the right. After that, he remained vigilant about howitzers, and he was grateful when he left the assault gun area to the hillside. This is the type of country he is familiar with, and he ignores any Turks or Bosch people to find him among the bushes and boulders. He was in good condition, and when he approached his ear again, a sound similar to doom came.
This is the current field gun. If you don't expect it, the sound of a nearby field gun is harmful to your nerves. Peter thought he had been beaten, so he lay down and thought about it. Then he found the correct explanation and climbed forward very cautiously.
Currently, he has seen his first Russian shell. It fell six yards to his right, punched a large hole in the snow, and emitted a lot of mixed soil, snow and gravel. Peter vomited the dirt and felt solemn. You must remember that he has never seen a cannonball in his life, but now he is immersed in the atmosphere of a first-class performance without any preparation. He said that he feels cold in his stomach, and if there is any place to run, he hopes to escape. But he kept looking at the top of the ridge, like a sunrise, with a huge light spreading there. He tripped with a wire, then with a snare, and then became very cautious. Gradually, his face was between the two huge rocks, looking at the real battlefield.
He told Li Huai that this was exactly what the liar had said about hell. About fifty yards down the was the Turkish War-they were pitch black on the snow, and then a black devil-like figure appeared from time to time and disappeared instantly. The Turks obviously expected an infantry attack because they were launching calcareous rockets and very flares. The Russians are beating their defenses and spraying water throughout the hinterland, not with shrapnel, but with good, strong high explosives. This place would be as bright as daylight in an instant, all covered by smoke, snow and debris, and then when only the sound of cannons told the battle, the black robe fell on it.
Peter felt very sick. He didn't believe that there would be such a loud noise in the world, his ears were bulging. Now, for a person accustomed to courage, the taste of fear-naked, complete fear-is a terrible thing. Seems to rob all of his manhood. Peter lay on the crest of the wave, watching the cannonball burst, and was convinced that he might become a broken remnant at any time. He lay and talked to himself, calling every name he could think of, but realized that there was nothing to get rid of the ice in his heart.
Then he couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and ran.
But he ran over.
This is the craziest performance. He made a hellish leather conversion on a piece of land he watered, but under heaven's mercy, nothing hit him. He threw something terrible in the shell hole, but he walked fifty yards partially erect, partially on all fours, and fell into a Turkish battle over a dead man's head.
The contact with that body gave him senses. After that unnatural disease, it seems a comforting, common thing that a man can die. The next moment, the cramp pushed the railing of the groove a few yards to his left, and he was half buried in the avalanche.
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