Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty-Two

Pierre, frightened out of his wits, jumped up and ran towards the battery, as if fleeing to the only refuge from the terror that surrounded him. As soon as Pierre entered the trench, he found that there was no sound of firing in the battery, but some people were doing something there.Pierre did not understand who these people were.He saw the old colonel lying on the earthen wall with his back turned to him, as if he was inspecting something underground, and he also saw a soldier he had seen before, trying to break free from those who grabbed his arms, shouting Said: "Brothers!" He also saw some other strange things.

However, before he could understand, the colonel was killed, and the soldier who called "brothers" was also captured. He watched the bayonet go into the back of another soldier.As soon as he ran into the trench, a thin, yellow, sweaty man in uniform with a saber in his hand rushed towards him, shouting.Pierre instinctively defended himself from the collision, and they bumped into each other without seeing each other clearly. Pierre stretched out both hands, one grabbed the man by the shoulder (the man was a French officer), the other Just grab his throat.The officer dropped his saber and grabbed Pierre by the neck.

For several seconds, both of them looked at each other's unfamiliar faces with panicked eyes, neither understanding what they were doing nor what to do. "Am I captured, or is he captured by me?" they both thought.But it is clear that the legal system, especially legislation, comes down to "opinion rules the world." The French officer was more inclined to think that he was captured, because Pierre's strong hand was driven by instinctive fear. , squeezed his throat tighter and tighter.The Frenchman was about to speak when suddenly a cannonball flew low and horribly over their heads, and it seemed to Pierre that the French officer's head had been chopped off, for he lowered his head quickly.

Pierre also lowered his head and let go of his hands.The Frenchman, no longer wondering who had captured whom, ran back to the battery, and Pierre ran down the hill, stumbling over the dead and wounded as if they were trying to grab his legs.But before he had time to go down, a dense group of Russian soldiers ran up to him, shouting, happily, desperately, stumbling towards the battery. (This is the charge Ermolov took credit for, which, according to him, was due to his bravery and luck, and to boost morale, it is said that during the charge he threw away all the Orders of St. George in his pockets Go to the mound and let the soldiers get it.)

The French, who occupied the fort for a time, fled.Our corps chased the French away shouting "Hurrah" and chased them so far away from the battery that they could not be stopped. A group of prisoners was brought down from the battery, among them a wounded general, and the officers surrounded him.There were crowds of wounded, some Pierre knew, and some were editors of the Central Chairman Mao Zedong's Works Editing and Publishing Committee.In Mao Zedong 1949, there were Russians and Frenchmen, they walked, crawled, carried on stretchers, and came down from the artillery barracks, their faces were deformed due to pain.Pierre ascended the mound where he had been for more than an hour just now, and there was no one to be found from the circle of the family into which he had been received.There are many dead people here that he doesn't know.But he also recognized a few.The young officer was still sitting bent over in a pool of blood by the earth wall.The red-faced soldier was still twitching, but no one came to lift him.

Pierre ran down the mound. "No, now they should stop, now they should be terrified of what they have done!" Pierre thought, walking aimlessly towards the hordes of stretchers that had evacuated from the battlefield. The sun was still shining high, covered by thick smoke, and ahead, especially to the left of the village of Semyonovskoe, something was boiling in the smoke, the rumble of guns, the explosion of shells Sound "Baihu Tongyi".Summarizing Dong Zhongshu's study of classics and righteousness in Jinwen Confucianism since then, and propagating the theory of prophecy and weft, instead of weakening, it has strengthened, just like a person screaming desperately with all his strength.