Super Trick or Treat System

He crawled out of there and chopped his head severely. He is cool now and is seriously considering the next step. When the fire rose, when he saw the dark face, there were men everywhere. They staffed the railings and waited nervously for things other than the shelling. They ignored him, because Li Huai wanted to get messed up during the battle. Under a severe shelling, no one disturbed his neighbors. He found that he could move at will. The floor of the ditch was filled with empty bullet casings and many corpses.

As Li Huai said, the last shell caused damage to the railing. In the next dark spell, Peter crawled through the gap and twisted in the snowy hills. He was no longer afraid of shells, and no longer afraid of violent thunderstorms. But he really wanted to know how he should go to the Russians. The Turk is now behind him, but the greatest danger lies ahead.

Then the cannon stopped. It was so sudden that he thought he was deaf and could hardly realize his happiness. The wind seemed to have fallen, or he was blocked by the wind of the mountain. There are also many dead here, he doesn't understand, because they are new dead. Are the Turks attacked and driven back? When he walked about thirty yards, he stopped and picked up the bearing. On the right is the ruins of a large building destroyed by gunfire. Surrounded by the blur of woods and fragments of walls. Going to the left, the other mountain goes farther and farther east. The place where he is located seems to be a cup between the Spurs. In front of him was a dilapidated building, through which the sky could be seen, because the smoldering ruins on the right gave a certain light.

At this moment, he heard a voice-muffled voice-not in the yard, and obviously underground. He immediately jumped to what it meant. It was a battle in Turkey, a battle in communication. Peter doesn't know much about modern warfare, but the voices he has read in newspapers or heard from Li Huai are enough to enable him to draw correct moral values. The new dead pointed out the same conclusion. What he encountered was Turkey's support battle, not their line of fire. That is still in front of him.

He didn't feel desperate, because rebounding from the panic made him braver. He crawled forward, one inch at a time, without any risk, and now found himself looking at the ditches of heaven. Then he quietly thought about the next step.

The shelling stopped, and that strange peace sometimes fell between the two armies less than a quarter of a mile apart. Peter said that he could hear nothing except the distant wind. Passing through the destroyed building, there seemed to be no movement in the battle in front of him. The burning light was dying, and he could dig out a pile of dirt in the front yard. He started to feel hungry, took out a package of food, and took a sip on the brandy bottle. This comforted him, and he once again felt that he was in control of his destiny. But the next step is not so easy. He must find what is behind that mound.

Suddenly, a strange sound fell on his ears. It was too weak, at first he doubted his sensory evidence. Then, as the wind fell, it became bigger. It's like a hollow metal being beaten by a stick, full of music and strange resonance.

He concluded that the wind blew the branches of a tree against an old boiler in the ruins in front of him. The trouble is that there is almost no wind in this sheltered cup.

But when he listened, he caught the note again. It was a bell, a fallen bell, and the place in front of him must be a church. He remembered marking an Armenian monastery on the big map, and he guessed it was the burned building to his right.

The idea of ​​churches and bells gave him a certain concept of human agency. Then this idea was suddenly confirmed. The sound is regular and coordinated-dot, dash, dot-dash, dot, dot. Branches and wind may bring strange pranks, but they do not produce the length of Morse code.

This is where Peter's intelligence work during the Boer War helped him. He knew the Morse telegram and could read it, but he knew nothing about the signal. It is either some special code or a strange language.

He lay there, thinking quietly. There was a man in front of him, a Turkish soldier, whose salary was paid by the enemy. Therefore, he can be friends with him because they are on the same side. But how can he approach him without being shot? Similarly, how can one send a signal to the enemy from the line of fire without being detected? Peter found the answer in the strange ground structure. He didn't hear the sound until he was only a few yards away from the location, and even the people in the reserved slot could not hear the sound. If someone walks towards the latter, it is easy to explain naturally. However, the wind blowing down the cup will take it in the direction of the enemy.

In the shooting battle, those parallel to the bell are still at risk of being heard. Peter concluded that the ditch must be very thin, it may only be grasped by a few observers, and the closest place may be only a dozen yards. He read that it was French fashion under bombing.

The next thing is to find out how to make yourself aware of this ally. He thought the only way was to surprise him. He may be shot, but he firmly believes in his strength and agility towards an almost exhausted man. When he keeps him safe, he may explain.

Peter is enjoying himself now. If only those guns of **** remain silent, he will play the game in the sober and elegant way he likes. Therefore, he began to move in the direction of the sound very subtly.

In the current night, the darkness around him was like ink, except for the lifeless wind, it was also very quiet. The snow drifted a little in the leeward wind of the ruined wall, and Peter's pace was naturally slow. He was unable to clear an ounce of snow. The jingle bell is still going on, now the volume is louder. Peter felt terrified so as not to stop everything before he got his man.

At the moment, his hands are firmly grasping the open space. He is on the edge of the front ditch. The voice is now in the yard to his right, and after infinite care, he has moved. Now, the bell was just below him, and he felt the carpenter falling from it. He felt something else-a wire fixed to the ground, with the far end hanging in the gap. If someone hears the sound and comes to find the cause, it will be the spy’s explanation.

Somewhere in the darkness before and below him was the man, without a yard. Peter was not moving, studying the situation. He can't see, but he can feel the presence, and he is trying to determine the relative position of the man and the clock and their exact distance from him. Things don't seem so easy, because if he jumps to where he thinks the character is, he might miss it and get a bullet in his stomach. A person who plays a game so adventurously might carry a gun with him. In addition, if he rings the bell, he will scream and warn the entire front line.

Fate suddenly gave him the right opportunity. The invisible man stood up and took a step forward until his back was against heaven. He actually brushed Peter's breathless elbow.

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