Chapter 23 CHAPTER THREE From Hatvan (1) to the Galician Front

The battalion, which was to receive military glory, was first transported by train to Labalz in Eastern Galicia, from where they went on foot to the front.On the train, the gondola in which Schweik and the volunteer officer were traveling was more or less the scene of rebellious talk; on a smaller scale, conversations of a similar nature were taking place in other gondolas.To tell the truth, even in the staff car there was a degree of discontent at the fact that at Fitz-Albany there had been an order from the Ministry announcing that the officers' liquor rations had been reduced by a quarter of a pint.Naturally, the soldiers were not forgotten, and their ration of sago⑵ was also reduced by a third or two. What was even more strange was that no one in the army had ever seen a grain of sago.

The station was crowded with people.Two army trains waited to leave first, followed by two echelons of artillery, and a train carrying bridging troops. There was also a train carrying the aviation unit, and on another track you could see planes and cannon on gondola cars, all in dilapidated condition.It was the wreckage of the downed plane and the barrel of the blown curved gun.What is sent to the front is all new equipment, and these glorious relics of the past are to be transported to the rear for repair and transformation. But Lieutenant Dub was explaining to the soldiers gathered around the damaged large saturated plane that this was the prize.He continued to pretend to be a fool, pointing to a wounded Austrian plane with the words "Weiner Neustadt" clearly marked on the pillar and said to the soldiers: "This is our plane in Lemburg." (4) Locally captured Russian aircraft," Lieutenant Dub said.Lieutenant Lukasch overheard this sentence, came over and added: "Yes, and burned two Russian pilots." Then he walked away without saying a word, but he thought of Dub What a dreadful fool the Lieutenant was.

Behind the second group of gondolas he met Schweik.He really wanted to stay away, because Schweik looked straight at Lieutenant Lukasch as soon as he saw him, as if he had infinite thoughts to confide in him. Schweik went straight up to Lieutenant Lukasch. "Report sir, I came to see if you have any other orders. Report sir, I went to the staff car to look for you." "Listen, Schweik," replied Lieutenant Lukasch, "the more I see you, the more I believe you are a man who has no respect for superior officers." "Sir," Schweik said apologetically, "I served as a soldier under Lieutenant-Colonel Friedel von Bomeran (or something like that) and he was only half your height. He looked like a monkey with a long beard. He got angry and jumped so high that we called him Eraser Daddy. Well, one day..."

Lieutenant Lukasch patted Schweik on the shoulder in a friendly way and said to him in a friendly voice: "Come on, shut up, you rascal." "You're right, sir," replied Schweik, and returned to his gondola. Five minutes later, the train was not far from Humennier.Here you can clearly see the traces of the battle, which took place during the Russian attack on the Tiza Valley.There are simple trenches on both sides of the hillside, and occasionally there are ruins of a farm.If some temporary sheds are erected around such ruins, it means that the residents have returned.

Later, around noon, they reached Humennier, where there were also signs of fighting on the railway station.Lunch was ready, and the soldiers took this opportunity to pry into a secret: how the authorities treated the local people after the Russians left-the local people and the Russians have the same language and religion. On the platform stood a group of Rudanian prisoners surrounded by Hungarian gendarmes.Among the prisoners were priests, teachers, and peasants scavenged from all over the country.Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were tied together two by two.Most of them had broken noses and had scars on their heads because they had been beaten up by the gendarmes immediately after their arrest.

A little further on, a Hungarian gendarme was joking with a priest.He tied a rope to the priest's left foot and held it in his hand, and then forced the priest to dance Zadash with the butt of a gun.When he pulled the rope while he was jumping, the priest fell on his face.Since the priest's hands were bound upside down, he could not stand up, so he tried desperately to roll onto his back, so that he might be able to straighten himself up.Seeing this, the gendarmes laughed so hard that they burst into tears.When at last the priest struggled to his feet, he pulled the rope again, and the priest fell face down again.

The entertainment was interrupted by an officer of the gendarmerie.He ordered the prisoners to be taken to an empty shed behind the railway station, where the soldiers could beat them and play tricks on them without anyone seeing them. There was talk of these moves in the staff car, and generally speaking, there was great disapproval. Klaus, the standard-bearer, thought that if they were spies, they should be hanged on the spot, and they should not be abused beforehand.But Lieutenant Dub expressed his complete approval of the whole move, and he immediately believed that the prisoners must have something to do with the violence in Sarajeev.It seemed to him that the Hungarian gendarmes of Hymenia were avenging the assassination of the Archduke Ferdinand and his wife.

To add weight to his words, he said he had subscribed to a monthly magazine which, even before the war broke out, said in its July issue: The unprecedented violence in Sarajevo will leave a lasting impression on people's hearts for many years. Nor would it be a good trauma, and others like that. Lieutenant Lukasch also muttered that the gendarme in Scheumener probably also subscribed to the magazine in which the touching article appeared.Then he went out of the car to find Schweik.Suddenly he was bored with everything and just wanted to get drunk and forget about his troubles. "I say, Schweik," he said, "you don't know where I can get a bottle of brandy? I'm having a hard time."

"Sir, it's because the seasons have changed. I think you'll feel worse when we're at the front. The farther you get from base camp, the more you'll feel wrong. But if you like, sir, I can do it for you. Some brandy, but I'm afraid the car will go away and leave me." Lieutenant Lukasch reassured him, saying that the train would not leave for another two hours, and that there was a surreptitious sale of brandy by the bottle behind the station. Captain Sagnare had sent Matuschi to buy there, and he bought a bottle of fine French brandy for fifteen crowns.So the fifteen crowns were brought out, and Schweik had to go without it being known that he had bought it for Lieutenant Lukash, or that the lieutenant had sent him, because strictly speaking it was forbidden.

"Don't worry, sir," said Schweik, "nothing will go wrong, because I like to do things that are not allowed. I've been involved in such things several times without even knowing it myself. By the way, we were in Prague When we were in the barracks, we were once told not to..." "Turn back! Go fast!" Lieutenant Lukasch interrupted him. So Schweik walked to the back of the station, repeating the main points of this expedition to himself along the way.The brandy had to be good, so he had to taste it first, and since it was forbidden he had to be careful.

Just as he was about to turn the side of the platform, he bumped into Lieutenant Dub again. Schweik passed the platform and continued on. Lieutenant Dub had an idea and followed him.Walking past the station, there is a row of baskets by the road, all turned upside down, and on top are several wicker trays containing various snacks, which look as innocent as they are for schoolchildren on excursions. Not illegal.It was some candy sticks, crispy rolls, a lot of fruit candy, and here and there were slices of brown bread and a length of sausage, apparently made of horsemeat.But the baskets were filled with liquors of all kinds, small bottles of brandy, rum, brandy, and other alcoholic beverages. There is a ditch along the road, and on the other side of the ditch is a shed where all kinds of illegal drinks are traded. The soldiers negotiated the price in front of the wicker tray, and then a Jew with curly hair on both sides of his head took out a bottle of brandy from under the seemingly innocent tray, hid it under his robe, and carried it to the wooden shed; The soldier carefully tucks it into his trousers or military uniform. Schweik was walking towards this place, and Lieutenant Dub watched Schweik's actions with his nail-point skills. Schweik went up to the first basket and tried his luck.He picked out some candy first, paid for it, and put it in his pocket.At this time, the gentleman with the curly hair on both sides whispered to him in German: "Boss, I still have some Dutch schnapps." The price was quickly negotiated.Schweik went into the shed, but he waited until the gentleman with the curly hair opened the bottle and tasted it before paying.He was finally satisfied with the brandy.After stuffing the bottle under his civilian clothes, he went back to the station. "Where have you been, you bastard?" said Lieutenant Dube, standing in front of Schweik, just as he was about to step onto the platform. "Report sir, I'm going to get some candy to eat." Schweik reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of dirty, dusty candies. "Would you like to try some, sir? I tried it, and it wasn't bad. The candy has a nice fruit flavor to it, sir. It tastes like raspberry jam." From Schweik's civilian uniform protruded the sinuous silhouette of a wine bottle. Lieutenant Dube fumbled around in Schweik's civilian uniform. "What is this, you bastard? Take it out!" Schweik took out a bottle with "Brandy" clearly and prominently written on it, and it contained a yellowish liquid. "Sir," replied Schweik without flinching, "I filled this empty brandy bottle with some water. I'm still thirsty after yesterday's meal of braised pork. But, You see, sir, the water from that pump is a little yellow. I think it's probably iron-rich water, which is very healthy and nourishing to drink." "Shuaik, if you're really thirsty," said Lieutenant Dub with a devilish smile, "drink it, but drink it all in one gulp." Lieutenant Dub thought he was torturing Schweik step by step.He thought, this time Shuike was finally stumped.He estimated that Schweik would not be able to drink it after a few sips. At that time, Lieutenant Dub would gain the upper hand and say, "Give me the bottle and let me drink it. I'm thirsty too." Then, he He gloated and imagined how embarrassed Schweik must have been in that terrible moment.As a result, all kinds of troubles will fall on him. Schweik uncorked the bottle, held it to his lips, and the contents of the bottle disappeared down his throat in gulps.Lieutenant Dub was petrified by the sight.He watched as Schweik calmly drank the whole bottle, and then threw the empty bottle into the pool on the other side of the road like a lemonade bottle.Schweik said, "Sir, the water does smell of iron. I used to know a guy who kept a tavern near Prague, and he used to throw old horseshoes down the well, and that's how he made a kind of iron belt for the summer visitors. Delicious drink." "You rascal, I'll give you a horseshoe! Come, show me the well where you draw your water." "Sir, it's only a few steps from here, just behind that log house." "Walk around, you bastard! That way I can see if you're walking right." Schweik walked ahead, thinking he had to resign himself to fate.But he seemed to think that there was a well behind the wooden house, so he didn't think it was strange to find a well there.In fact, there was also a pump there.When they got there, Schweik pulled the handle of the pump up and down, and a stream of yellowish water flowed out.In this way, Schweik could say with due dignity: "Sir, this is the iron-smelling water." At this moment, the man with the curly hair at the temples was very frightened and came over.Schweik told him in German that the lieutenant wanted water and told him to bring a glass. Lieutenant Dub was so embarrassed that he had to drink the whole glass of water in one gulp, and the water left a taste of dung soup in his mouth. The incident made him dizzy.He gave the Jew a five-crown note, then turned to Schweik and said: "What are you loitering about here? Go back to where you belong!" Five minutes later, Schweik appeared in the staff car, clapped his hands mysteriously to Lieutenant Lukasch, told him to come out, and said to the lieutenant: "Report sir, in five minutes, ten minutes at most, I will be very drunk I'm very drunk. But I'm going to lie down in my gondola, sir, please promise not to call me or tell me anything for three hours, until I get over this drunk. Nothing wrong with me, just give Lieutenant Dub got it. I told him it was water, so I had to drink a whole bottle of brandy in front of him to prove it was water. Nothing happened, sir, as you ordered, I was a little bit of a tell I didn't show it, and I was very careful. But now I report to you, sir, that I feel that my legs are starting to stand a little unsteady. Of course, sir, I can't hold back alcohol, because when I was with Mr. Katz... ..." "Stop it, you boar!" cried Lieutenant Lukasch, who was not really angry with Schweik.On the other hand, he hated Lieutenant Dub even more. Schweik slipped cautiously back to his gondola.When he lay down with his overcoat on his backpack, he said to Supply Sergeant Wannick and the others, "Anyway, this guy is really drunk for the first time in his life, and I don't want someone to wake me up." After saying this, he turned over and began to snore. Volunteer Officer Malik, who had gone through a lot of trouble to get the battalion recorder job, was sitting at a foldable table.He was preparing in advance some deeds of battalion heroism which could be enumerated at any time, and he was obviously interested in this kind of foretelling. The volunteer officer was grinning at this moment, writing desperately.Supply sergeant Wannick watched him with interest.Then Vanek stood up, watching over the volunteer officer's shoulder as he wrote.The volunteer officer explained to him: "It is so interesting to prepare materials for the battle history of the camp in advance. This work mainly needs to be done systematically. There must be a system in place." "A systematic system," said Wannick, the ration sergeant, with a somewhat contemptuous smile on his face. "Yes," said the volunteer officer casually. "Have a systematic and systematic system to write the history of our battalion. It is not enough to write about the great victories our battalion won at the beginning. Things have to be done step by step according to a certain plan. A The battalion cannot defeat the enemy as soon as it goes up. During this time, I have to accumulate some small deeds bit by bit to show the incomparable bravery of our battalion. Hey, there are more..." Malick suddenly remembered something posture, continue to speak. "I almost forgot to tell you, sergeant, get me a list of all the sergeants. Tell me the name of a sergeant in the twelfth company. Heska? Well, we'll let Heska's head Blown up by a mine. His head flew off, but he kept going a few yards and took aim for the next plane. Naturally, the royal family had to celebrate the feat with a special party in their own home. It's all about dignitaries, and it's held in the room next to the emperor's bedroom. It's all lit with candles, and I think you know that people in the palace don't like electric lights, because our old The emperor ⑺ didn't like 'short circuit' ⑻. The tribute to our battalion started at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, when the crown prince's grandchildren went to bed, the emperor toasted our advance team and finished his congratulations Afterwards, the Grand Duchess Marie Vachinli also said a few words. Sergeant, she wants to praise you in particular. Let me tell you, there are many battalions in Austria, but only our battalion has built such a marvelous feat. Of course, from the notes I wrote, it was clear that our battalion would suffer irreparably heavy losses, since a battalion would not be a battalion if no one was killed. Our casualties are another article for that. The victories will keep coming, and I already have forty-two. But the history of our battalion cannot be a series of dull victories. So, as I said, there will be many losses. In this way, the battalion Every one of us will have his turn to make a difference until, let's say September, there will be no one left in our battalion, except for those few pages of glorious war history to shake the hearts of all Austrian people. Sergeant, I am To end this war history like this, all honors belong to the martyrs! Nothing is more sacred than their love for our Empire, for that love ends in death.Let future generations be in awe when they mention a name like Wannick.Those relatives who have lived as martyrs and feel this loss most closely, let them dry their eyes with pride, for it was the heroes of our battalion who fell. " The telephone operator Chudonsky and the cook Yurada listened breathlessly to the battalion history of the Volunteer Officer program. The door was ajar.At this time, Lieutenant Dub poked his head in. "Is Schweik here?" he asked. "Report sir, he's asleep," replied the volunteer officer. "When I ask him, you should cheer up and find him for me." "I can't do that, sir, he's sleeping." Lieutenant Dub lost his temper. "What's your name? Malik? Oh, by the way, you're the volunteer officer who's been locked up, aren't you?" "Yes, sir. As a volunteer officer, my training was almost entirely in handcuffs and shackles. But since the day the divisional court-martial proved me innocent and released me, I have resumed my former position. And was appointed as the recorder of the battle history of the battalion." "You can't do this job long," Lieutenant Dub blushed and shouted. "I must be trying to prevent it from growing!" "Sir, I want you to report to the guard room," the volunteer officer said sternly. "Don't you mess with me," Lieutenant Dub said. "I'll send you to the guardhouse. We'll meet later, and then you'll be very sorry for yourself, because you don't know how good I am, but then you will." Lieutenant Dub stormed out, completely oblivious in his exasperation that it was only a few minutes before that he had fully intended to call Schweik and say to him: "Spray on me," as a last resort to prove that Schweik had drunk alcohol illegally.It took him half an hour to remember this, but it was too late, because the soldiers were all given black coffee with rum. When Lieutenant Dub returned to the gondola, Schweik was already busy.When Lieutenant Dub called, he jumped out of the car like a sheep. "Spray at me!" Lieutenant Dub snarled at him. Schweik blew at him with everything in his lungs, like a hot wind blowing the scent of a brewery over a field. "What's that smell I smell, you beast?" "Report sir, you can smell rum." "Oh, I can smell it, can't I?" Lieutenant Dub exclaimed domineeringly. "I've got you this time." "Yes, sir," said Schweik very calmly, "we have just received a rum for our coffee, and I drank it first. Of course, if there are new regulations, we must Drink coffee first, then drink rum, then I'm sorry, and I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again." Lieutenant Dub didn't say a word, shook his head in confusion and walked away, but immediately turned back and said to Schweik: "Remember you people, I will tell you to cry for mercy sooner or later." He could do it. That's all, and then he went back to the staff car.He felt compelled to say something, so he said to Captain Sagnare in a personal, free voice: "Let me say, Captain, what do you think..." "I'll stay with you for a moment, sorry," said Captain Sagnare, and he walked out of the car. A quarter of an hour later the train was heading for Naki-Chaba, passing through the burned villages of Bristol and Greater Ladvani.That's when they knew they were on the battlefield.The slopes of the Carpathians are full of trenches, with huge bomb craters on both sides of the trenches.Crossing a creek that empties into the La Bourle—upon which the train travels—they could see the new bridge, and the charred body of the old one.The whole valley had been gouged and gouged, and the ground had been so ravaged that it looked as though a swarm of moles had built a nest in it.On the sides of the crater were scattered fragments of Austrian uniforms, washed out of the ground by the heavy rain.Behind Nagi-Chaba, among the tangle of branches of an old charred pine, hung an Austrian infantry boot with a shinbone in it.These forests without green leaves or pine trees without pine needles, these trees without their tops, and the lonely villages riddled with bullet holes testify to the devastation wrought by artillery fire. The train moved slowly along the newly built embankment, so that the whole battalion could have a good view of the battlefield.The military graves planted with white crosses formed patches of white glistening on the ruined hillside.The officers and men pored over the graves so that they could gradually but surely prepare themselves for the glory that the Austrian cap would finally bestow on them: kneaded with the dirt and hung on a white cross. Mizo-Laborz was a parking lot behind the bombed and burnt railway station, all that remained of the original station was a soot-blackened wall with crooked bones of copper cracking out of it.In place of the burnt station was a hastily erected long wooden house covered with notice boards in various scripts: "Subscribe to Austrian War Loans!" The other long wooden house was a red The Cross stood, and two nurses and a fat doctor walked out from inside. The soldiers were informed that they would have dinner at the Lubka Pass after passing Barota.The sergeant major of the battalion headed for the parish of Metz with the cooks of each company, Lieutenant Caitam, who was in charge of the rations of the whole battalion, and four soldiers serving as scouts.They were back in less than half an hour, with three hind-legged pigs, and a family of Ludanian farmers crying and screaming-the pigs had been requisitioned from their homes.Followed by the fat military doctor who came out of the Red Cross cabin.He was explaining something loudly to Lieutenant Caitam, who only shrugged his shoulders. The conflict reached its climax in front of the staff vehicle.The military doctor told Captain Sagnar unceremoniously that the pig was ordered by the Red Cross hospital, but the farmer simply refused to admit it; he demanded that the pig should be returned to him because it was his only property, He must not let go of the price paid to him.As he spoke, he forced the pig money he had received into the hands of Captain Sagnar. The farmer's wife now took the captain's other hand, and kissed it with an eminently groveling manner according to the customs of the region. Captain Sagnare was taken aback, and it took him a while to break free from the old country woman's hand.It was useless to break free, for her younger child took her place again, kissing his hand with its wet mouth. But Lieutenant Zetam said decisively in a business-like tone: "This guy has a dozen pigs at home, and we have already paid him according to the latest divisional "economic item" instruction No. 12420. According to Article 16 of the Instructions, the price of pigs in unaffected areas cannot exceed the official price of livestock of three khellers per pound, and in areas affected by war, it can be paid more per pound. Fifteen hellers, a total of eighteen hellers per pound. Pay attention to the following instructions: If there are pigs that can be fed by passing troops in areas affected by war, but the pigs are found to be unaffected, the price of livestock According to the areas not affected by the war, add seven Heels per pound. In case of disputes, an investigation team should be organized on the spot, consisting of the original owner of the livestock, the commander of the relevant troops, and the officer or non-commissioned officer in charge of supplies.” These words were read by Lieutenant Zeitam from a division order he always carried with him.He could almost recite it with his eyes closed: In the war zone, the public price of carrots has risen to fourteen and a half hellers a pound.In the same district, the choy sum used in the officers' mess has risen to ninety-five hellers per pound.The gentlemen who sat in Vienna drawing up these prices seemed to imagine that war zones were overgrown with carrots and kale.But Lieutenant Zeitam read the passage in German to the excited peasant and asked him if he understood.When the farmer shook his head, the lieutenant snarled at him, "So, do you want a survey party?" The farmer only understood the word "investigation team", so he nodded.By this time, his pigs had been dragged to the field kitchen for slaughter, and he was surrounded by soldiers with bayonets and guns sent especially for requisition.So the investigative team set out to his farm to determine whether he should be given eighteen khellers per crown or three khellers per pound.But just as they were on the main road leading to the village, there came from the field kitchen the squealing of a pig that was three times worse than a human's.Knowing that it was all over, the farmer cried out in Ludanian dialect in despair: "Give me two gold coins per bite!" Four soldiers approached him, and the peasant family knelt on the ground in front of Captain Sagnar and Lieutenant Caitam.The mother and her two daughters clung to the captain and lieutenant's knees and called them benefactors, until at last the farmer yelled at them to stand up.And he said that if the soldiers were going to eat the pigs, let them eat them, and he wanted them to eat them all dead. Therefore, the investigation team gave up on this idea.The peasant shook his fist so furiously that every soldier hit him with the butt of his gun.At this time, his whole family crossed themselves and ran away. Regarding the officer's meals, Captain Sagnar has already ordered: "Roast pork with herb sauce. Choose the best meat, not too fat." In this way, when the soldiers arrived at the Lubka Pass to collect their rations, each of them found only two small pieces of meat in the soup, and those who were even more unlucky could only find a piece of meat skin. On the other hand, the mouths of the office workers are glistening with greasy, the stomachs of the stretcher bearers are protruding, and the surrounding area of ​​this good and well-fed area is full of intact leftovers from the latest fighting. Mark of.Scattered here and there were shell casings, empty tin cans, fragments of Russian, Austrian and German uniforms, parts from wrecked vehicles, long blood-soaked gauze and cotton used as bandages. The former railway station is now in ruins, and an old pine tree next to it has been hit by a shell that did not explode.There were fragments of shells everywhere, and the bodies of soldiers must have been buried nearby, for there was a terrible stench of decay. Thick smoke filled the nearby mountains, as if a whole village was on fire, which made the scene of war even more beautiful.The burning hut over there was a quarantine facility for cholera and dysentery patients.The gentlemen eager to get the Grand Duchess Marie to sponsor a hospital rejoiced, reported some unwarranted outlines of cholera and dysentery quarantines, and made a fortune.At this time, the deception sponsored by the Grand Duchess went to heaven with the stench of burning straw mattresses. The Germans have rushed to build a monument to the fallen Brandenburg soldiers on a rock behind the train station, with the inscription "Monument to the Heroes of the Lubka Pass Battle" and a huge German eagle cast in bronze⑼.An inscription on the base of the monument states that the eagle was cast from Russian artillery captured by the Germans when they liberated the Carpathians. After eating, the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion rested in this strange scenery.The brigade headquarters sent a coded telegram about the future actions of the battalion. Captain Sagnar and the adjutant of the battalion headquarters had not yet figured out the content of the telegram.The telegram was worded as vaguely as if they were not supposed to come into the Lubka Pass at all, but to go in a completely different direction from Neustadt, because of something in the telegram: "Chapo-Onval; little Beritz That Udrok." After Captain Sagnar returned to the staff car, there was a debate about whether the Austrian authorities were stupid. Some people seemed to say that if there were no Germans to support them, the army on the Eastern Front would have been destroyed. It's all over the place.Lieutenant Dube then defended Austria's stupidity.He babbled: The area they had reached had been badly damaged in the latest fighting, so the line hadn't been put in order yet.All the officers looked at the ground with pitying eyes, as if to say: "It's no wonder he's so dazed." Lieutenant Dub found no one to refute him, so he simply talked nonsense about the devastated landscape. What a majestic feeling it gave him, a sign of the dauntless spirit with which the Austrian troops fought their way through.At this time, no one came out to refute him, so he said again: "By the way, when the Russians retreated from here, the military's morale must be in a mess." Captain Sagnar had already made up his mind that as soon as the situation became tense in the trenches, he would seize the opportunity and send Lieutenant Dub to the vacuum to scout the enemy's positions. It seems that Lieutenant Dub's mouth will never stop.He went on to tell all the officers that he had read in the newspapers that the German and Austrian troops had fought several battles in the Carpathian Mountains during the Sanhe offensive, and that he talked about the battle for the Carpathian Pass like Not only did he take part in those battles, but he himself commanded those battles.Finally, Lieutenant Lukasch couldn't take it anymore, so he said to Lieutenant Dube: "I think you have talked about these things with the police chief in your hometown before the war." Lieutenant Dub gave Lieutenant Lukasch a hard look and walked out. The train stopped on the embankment.Various objects were scattered under the embankment, apparently lost by Russian soldiers when they retreated through this gap.There were rusty tea cans, bullet casings, and coils of caltrops, and more blood-soaked gauze slivers and cotton.A group of soldiers stood above this gap, and Lieutenant Dub quickly saw Schweik among them, who was explaining something to other soldiers. So, he walked over. "What's the matter?" Lieutenant Dub stood up to Schweik and asked sternly. "Sir," replied Schweik on behalf of the others, "we are looking." "Look at what?" cried Lieutenant Dub. "Report sir, we are looking at the gap below." "Who approved you?" "Reporting sir, we are carrying out the orders of Colonel Schlegel. He was our commander at Brooke. We marched forward. When he parted from us, he enjoined in his parting speech: Whenever we go to a place where a war has been fought, we must take a closer look at that place, so that we can study how the battle was fought and find out things that may be useful to us.” Lieutenant Dub would have pushed Schweik over the edge of the gap had he had his way, but resisting the temptation, he interrupted Schweik and shouted at the group of soldiers: "Don't be there! Looking at me with such a stupid mouth." And when Schweik walked away with everyone, he roared again: "You stay, Schweik!" In this way, they stood there, looking at each other.Lieutenant Dub was trying to find something really scary to say. He took out his pistol and asked, "Do you know what this is?" "Sir, I know, sir. Lieutenant Lukasch has one, exactly like this one." "Remember, then, my boy," said Lieutenant Dub, in a serious tone, "that if you continue with your propaganda, you're going to have very unpleasant things happen to you." Then he went off, repeating to himself all the way: "Yes, you'd better just say that to him: Propaganda, that's the word that suits me best. Propaganda." Before returning to the gondola, Schweik walked up and down for a while, muttering to himself: "If only I knew what to call him." But Schweik hadn't even finished his walk when he thought up a proper title for Lieutenant Dub: "Bastard old whiner!" Having invented the name, he returned to the gondola. ------------- (1) A city northeast of Budapest. (2) A starchy food made from the stem pith of a palm tree. (3) An Austrian city with a factory that manufactures arms and engines.This shows that the plane was not captured. ⑷ Polish cities. ⑸ "Bulmorang" is a primitive weapon used by Australian natives, and it can fly back after being shot out. (6) A part of the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic on the border between the Soviet Union and the Czech Republic.Hungary during World War I. (7) Refers to Franz Youssef I, Emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire at that time. ⑻The fuse of the electric lamp was blown, and the electric lamp suddenly went out. ⑼The national emblem of Germany at that time. ⑽波兰的河流，第一次世界大战期间，沿岸曾有激烈的战斗。