Soldiers! Colonel pugachev stood on the edge of the grave, looked at the dead and said, Soldiers! The colonel stood at attention, put his hands on his trousers, and said that he was fighting on the whole battlefield. We now bury Pasa Tronov, who is a hero all over the world. We pay our last respects to Pasa ...?
After that, pugachev raised his eyes red from staying up late, looked up at the sky, mourned the dead soldiers of the First Cavalry loudly, and praised this glorious team tempered on the anvil of the next century with the hammer of history. Pugachev read aloud the eulogy, clutching the handle of the Chechen-style arc saber, and his worn-out boots with silver spurs rubbed against the ground. After he finished his eulogy, the military band played the Internationale, and Cossack began to say goodbye to Pasa Tronov. The whole company turned over and mounted the horse, fired into the air, and our three-inch caliber gun made a second loud noise. We sent three Cossacks to make garlands. They galloped, attacked and shot, sideways outside the saddle and performed equestrian, so they brought back a bunch of red flowers. Pugachev sprinkled flowers on the grave, and we walked to Tronov one by one and kissed him goodbye. After I touched Tronov's forehead with my lips in the saddle, I went sightseeing in Sokka's Gothic style, which was shrouded in tile-blue dust and Galich's sad mood. ?
On the left side of the park is a big square, surrounded by several ancient synagogues. Jews in tattered robes shouted and wrestled in this square. Some of them are orthodox, and these people worship the theory of Belize Rabbi Adasia. For this reason, Hasidic, a disciple of Judas, a moderate Jewish rabbi in Guxiajing, refuted the orthodoxy. The Jews around Kabbalah (1) were so red-faced that they repeatedly mentioned the name of Hasidic oppressor iria in the debate in the villa area ...?
(1) Hebrew transliteration, which means doctrine, Jewish mysticism system, emphasizes the desire that spirit can win, attaches importance to witchcraft, and is severely hit by Jewish orthodoxy. ?
(2) Hebrew transliteration, which means solemn and outstanding, is a respectful title for the dean of the Jewish seminary from the sixth century to the eleventh century, and later refers to a Jewish theologian with great influence. ?
Hasidic school forgot the war and artillery fire, and only insulted Elias, the high priest of Villa. I am deeply saddened by Tronov's sacrifice. In order to alleviate this pain, I followed them, pushing and shoving, shouting until the Galician who was as bloodless as Don Quixote came to me. ?
The Galician led a furry heifer, dressed in a white linen robe, to the heel. He looks like he's going to a funeral or communion. On this strangely long trunk, there is a rickety, weather-beaten and surprisingly small head, just like a snake head. A wide-brimmed straw hat was buckled on the small head, and the straw hat swayed assiduously. The heifer was led by a rope and followed the Galician piteously. He proudly led the cow, and his skeleton as high as the gallows separated the hot sun. ?
He crossed the square with serious steps and turned into a smoky inclined lane. Jewish women are busy in a humble kitchen called a smoky hut in an inclined alley. These Jewish women are like elderly black women. Their breasts are too big to match their figure. Galicians passed by them and stopped in front of the gable of an old house at the end of the inclined lane. ?
Over there, next to the gable, next to the curved white pillar, a gypsy blacksmith is sitting there nailing the horseshoe. Gypsies beat horseshoes with hammers, shook their greasy hair from time to time and whistled with a smile. Several Cossacks were waiting beside him with horses. My Galician walked up to the blacksmith, quietly handed him about twelve potatoes, and turned away without looking at anyone.
I was going to go with him, but I was stopped by a Cossack waiting to nail a horseshoe. This Cossack's name is Sherry Wellstoff. He defected from Machnow and became a soldier in the 33rd Cavalry Regiment. ?
Lyutov, he said, shake my hand and say hello. You want to piss everyone off, Lyutov. You are possessed by the devil. Why did you kill Lonov this morning? ?
Sheriwelstov listened to other people's nonsense and even hurt people, yelling at me that I killed our cavalry company commander, Lonov, this morning. Sheriwelstov scolded me in front of so many Cossacks, but nothing he said was true. Yes, I did have a quarrel with Tronoff this morning, because Tronoff always insults prisoners endlessly. I had a big fight with him, but he, Pasa, is dead, and no one in the world will judge him anymore. Of all people, I was the last one to judge him.
So we had a big fight. ?
Today's prisoners were caught at the Zavoda Railway Station at dawn, with ten people. When we caught these ten Poles, they were all wearing only underwear. A pile of military uniforms lay at their feet, which is their trick, so that we can't distinguish officers from soldiers by military uniforms. They took off their uniforms themselves, but this time Tronov had to find out. ?
Officers, come out! He walked up to the prisoner, pulled out his pistol and shouted. ?
This morning, Tronov's head was covered with flowers and rags, and blood dripped from his head, just like rain on a wheat pile. ?
Officer, confess! He repeated, pushing the pole with the handle of a pistol. ?
At this time, a bony old man came out of the group, with bare shoulder blades, sallow cheekbones and drooping lips. ?
..... end the war, the old man said with incomprehensible excitement. The officers escaped. End the war?
The Poles said, "Give a pair of blue hands to the cavalry company commander. ?
Five fingers, he sobbed, waving his shriveled hand. I support a big family with these five fingers ...?
The old man cried out of breath, shaking all over, tears hanging down like a line, kneeling in front of Tronoff, but Tronoff pushed him away with a saber. ?
Your officers are cowards and scum, said the cavalry company commander. Your officers leave their uniforms here ... whoever wears them is finished. I'm coming.
Try ...
After that, the cavalry company commander hit this pile of tattered military uniforms, provoked an officer's hat decorated with fate and buckled it on the old man's head. ?
Just right, Lonov muttered. When he pushed forward, he whispered, just right ... Then he raised his sabre and stabbed the prisoner in the throat.
The old man fell face down, kicked his feet around, and blood as red as coral came out of his throat like a river. Then Andreushka Woxiemi Letov got into the old man's eyes and saw one of his earrings and the round neck of the countryman shining. Andreushka unbuttoned the Polish man, gently waved his body, and then began to take off the pants of the deceased and throw them into his saddle. Then he picked up two uniforms from the pile of clothes, waved his whip and left us. At this time, the sun broke through the clouds. The sun shines directly on Andreushka's horse, shining on how it runs happily and how its truncated tail shakes carefree. Andreushka ran along the path to the Woods. Our carriage stopped in the Woods, and the drivers were crazy, whistling at Voshmi Letov and gesturing like deaf people. ?
Cossack had already run halfway when Tronov suddenly got down on one knee and shouted dumb at his back.
Andreushka, the cavalry company commander stared at the ground. Andreushka, he cried again, his eyes not leaving the ground. Our Soviet Republic is still alive, and it is still a little early to divide the inheritance. Put these slutty women down, Andreushka. ?
However, Washmi Letov not only didn't even look back, but used Cossack's amazing equestrian to make the horse run on the small steps, and the horse shook its tail lively, as if to say goodbye to us. ?
Treason! At this moment, Tronov murmured in surprise. Treason! He hurriedly lifted the carbine to his shoulder, but missed it in his hurry. This time, Andreushkale stopped the horse, turned the horse's head and turned to us. He moved about in the saddle like a woman, his face was angry, his face was red and his legs were fighting. ?
Listen, fellow villager, he ran a long way with Ma Chao's cavalry company and said angrily, but as soon as he heard his deep and powerful voice, he calmed down immediately. I can't wait to shoot you and let you go back to grandma's house ... You just caught ten poles, and it was too dark. We caught them hundreds of times and didn't ask you for help ... If you are a worker, mind your own business.
Andreushka said, "Throw his trousers and two uniforms into the saddle, snorted in his nostrils, turned his horse's head and left the cavalry company commander to help me make a list of the remaining prisoners. He walked around me with a loud nose. The prisoners ran away from Andreushka screaming. He caught up with them and hugged them, just like a hunter picking a reed from the river and holding it in his arms, in order to see the birds fly to the river at dawn. ?
I was so busy cursing all these prisoners that I finally questioned the names and weapon types of eight prisoners, registered them one by one, and then began to question the ninth. The ninth prisoner is a young man who looks like a German gymnast in a first-class acrobatic troupe. The young man has a white chest, a beard on his cheeks, a fluffy knitted vest and a pair of light cavalry underwear. He pointed two nipples on his tall chest at me, lifted his sweaty light hair and said the name of his army. Then Andreushka grabbed his underwear and asked savagely,
Where did the underwear come from? ?
"Mother sewed it," replied the prisoner, shaking his body. ?
"Your mother must be from a clothing factory," Andreushka said, looking him up and down and touching his beautifully manicured nails with thick fingers. Your mother must be from a clothing factory. People like us can't sew these underpants ...?
He touched the hussars' underpants again, then grabbed the ninth prisoner's hand and prepared to take him to see other registered prisoners. Just then, I saw Tronov climb up from behind the mound. Blood dripped from the head of the cavalry company commander, like rain falling from the wheat pile, and the dirty cloth wrapped around his head spread and hung down. He crawled along with a carbine in his hand. This is a carbine made in Japan. It is painted with a layer of paint and has a strong shooting effect. Pasa shot the young man's skull into pieces from twenty paces away, and the Polish brain splashed on my hand. At this moment, Tronov stepped out of the barrel and came to me. ?
Erase a person, he said, pointing to the list. ?
I didn't, I answered. It seems that the leaders' repeated requests are not in your eyes, Pasa ...?
Erase a person! Tronov said it again, poking the registration form with a black finger. ?
I won't wipe it! I shouted with all my strength. There were ten people at first, but now there are eight. You won't be spared, Pasha ...?
Tronov replied, "We work so hard that the top will be spared." . His clothes were torn to pieces, his voice was hoarse and his face was murderous. But then he stopped, looked up at the sky with his head covered with blood, and cursed bitterly. You yelled, you yelled, he said, which made the other party roar, too?
The cavalry company commander showed us four black spots in the sky, and four bombers were flying behind the shining swan-like clouds. That's the giant armored bomber of Major Falat Lai Luo's flight brigade. ?
Mount the horse! The platoon leader saw the enemy plane and quickly took the company into the Woods, but Tronov did not take the company into the Woods. He stayed next to a house at the station, clinging to the wall, without saying a word. Andreushka Voshemiletov and two barefoot gunmen in crimson breeches stood beside him in horror. ?
Brothers, hit the propeller, Tronov told them, his face was bleeding profusely. I will call pugachev ...?
Tronoff wrote on a diagonal piece of paper in the rough font of a plowman:?
I will fight to the death today. I have an obligation to try my best to shoot down enemy planes with two machine guns. Therefore, I will hand over the command of the company to platoon leader Xie Miao Golov ...
He sealed the report, sat on the ground and took off his boots. ?
Take it, he said, give the boot to the gunner and report to him. Put it on. These boots are new ...?
Good luck, company commander, muttered two machine gunners, stumbling backwards and lingering. ?
Tronov said, good luck to you, too. Brothers, you have to film everything you say. Then you go to the machine gun position next to the canteen in the mountain station.
The scavenger Andreushka Voshmiletov is already waiting for him there. ?
You must shoot down everything, Lonov pointed the machine gun at the plane and told him. Andreuska, why are you working with me? ……?
Lure Jesus Christ, Andreushka sobbed in horror, turned pale and gave a wry smile, Jesus Christ, holy mother! ……?
Then he aimed the second machine gun at the plane. ?
The plane rose straight above the station, rumbled at high altitude, and then swooped down, drawing an arc, and pink sunlight poured on the luster of the wing. ?
At this time, our fourth cavalry company was hidden in the Woods. We waited in the woods for the unequal battle between Pasa Te Lonov and American Major Reginald Farwent-Le-Rowe to end. The major and his three bombers showed their talents in this battle. They dive 300 meters from the ground, kill Andreushka with machine guns first, and then pick up Lonov. But the American people were not hurt by the Haloxylon ammo we fired. They flew away and found no cavalry company hidden in the Woods. So we went out of the Woods to collect the bodies after half an hour of fighting. Andreushka Woxiemi Letov's body was carried and buried by two relatives of our company, while Tronoff, our cavalry company commander who died in the battle, was moved to the Gothic city of Sokali and buried in a solemn place-the park garden in the city center. ?