“We just burst out laughing,” said Georges. “We couldn’t help it. Not that it was so funny to see men killed like that by the hundreds, but, after all we had gone through—after the ghastly way we had been butchered at Bertrix, it really did me good to see those ‘Bosches’ suffering themselves at last!”
He didn’t laugh long. With the German reckless sacrifice of life, column after column was thrown into the river, until more and more got across. It was time for the boys49 to be moving now, and they set out toward the westward8, tramped all day, eating nothing but the raw beets9 they dug up in the fields, and finally found the Seventeenth Corps6 at Raucourt.
They were just in time to join their regiment as it was ordered forward seven more miles for a new engagement. There, protected by the French batteries, they bivouacked. Glad enough was Georges of a chance to sleep. No fear of the coming battle could keep him awake by this time.
At dawn, while the vigilant10 searchlights were still playing across the opposite hillside, the French guns started firing, and, without breakfast, Georges’s battalion11 was ordered forward. In half an hour the enemy was discovered half a mile away. In the valley between opposite hills the shells were screeching12 now over their heads—from the French “75’s” the sound of the whizzing50 projectiles13 came high and dry like buzz saws—they burst with the awful battering14 of near-by thunder. The German “marmites” snorted through the air, and exploded with a deeper, more terrible crash. The regiment halted, and was deployed15 in four ranks—the first two lying on the ground, the third and fourth kneeling.
The men were mostly quite cool, but Georges confessed that he himself had hard work controlling his nerves while he waited for that attack. In ten minutes the enemy appeared from behind rising ground and came on—a long, gray-black line of thousands and thousands of men, a thick line, swarming16, multitudinous, nearer and nearer.
“Load!” coolly commanded the captains; “500 meters. Ready, now—fire!” Their salvo rang out. The heavy rows of Germans seemed to hesitate for a moment; but no, they were only stopping to fire.51 There came a sudden whistling in the air all about and the bullets flew—“for a terribly long minute,” as Georges described it—then the enemy came on again, and kept on coming, in a broad, thick wave, company after company. And only a battalion of four companies to resist them! Georges fired without aiming. What was the use of aiming at that horde17 of men? The boys jumped to their feet, fired again and again, and then, as their comrades dropped about them everywhere, they began to retreat, some picking up the wounded as they went. At first they withdrew in order, turning back to fire another volley; but when the Germans fixed18 their bayonets and came at them on the double-quick, the French broke, and ran for it, helter-skelter, this way and that, in a second rout19, even worse than the first.
Georges ran with the rest, and the shrapnel followed him, killing20 men on either hand,52 in front, behind. Then, over the rise, came the uhlans, yelling, galloping21 in to cut them up. Looking back, Georges saw the cavalry22 sabering and lancing, and he ran like a deer for his life, ran up the hillside, ran into the woods. He ran for at least a mile with the thunder of the cannon23 still in his ears. When, finally, he stopped to take breath, it was only a fragment of his company that he found near him—some ten or eleven men, among them a sergeant24. Where were the others? Nobody knew. The regiment, demoralized, had split up into numberless terrified detachments, and wandered all over the countryside. Such was the inglorious battle of Raucourt. Of the week following Georges could give no consecutive25 account. He remembers only that he and the others tramped and tramped for miles inquiring of peasants, gendarmes26, of the stragglers, everyone, everywhere, the whereabouts of53 the Twentieth Regiment. They climbed over hills, they rested in little deserted27 villages where every house was gutted28 of furniture, doors open, rooms littered, and here and there a starved cat or two, lean and wild. The roads were alive with refugees, French and Belgian, all plodding29 mournfully toward the south, dreary30 processions of wagons31 and cattle and weeping women, children, and stony-eyed, sulky men. No, nobody had seen the Twentieth Regiment.
They tramped from Villers to Malmy, and, apparently32 (Georges isn’t quite sure where they did go), from Malmy to Maire. At Le Vivier, or perhaps it was Mont Dieu, they found an infantry33 regiment, but it was not their own. The Twentieth should be down Vouziers way, said the officers. So they trudged34 on.
More and more stray men had joined Georges’s party. Few of them had knap54sacks, some didn’t even have guns. Hats of all kinds; costumes—promiscuous but all disheveled. They were, by this time, a villainously whiskered lot—ragged, dirty, weary, famished35, sullen36, desperate—without discipline, without leaders. Occasionally, in some ransacked37 village they found stale bread or vegetables that they cooked in the woods; whatever else they ate was begged from the few frightened peasants that still remained on their farms.
There was one village, however, that Georges did remember, and that was Les Alleux. There he slept in an actual bed. How Les Alleux happened to be abandoned with all its houses undisturbed—with the clocks still going and the furniture in place, even the beds made up—Georges doesn’t know. Some sudden alarm had evidently caused the inhabitants to fly at a moment’s notice. What mainly interested him was55 that they had left their barnyards full of poultry38.
Les Alleux was almost gay. There were some hundred soldiers collected there, now; all tatterdemalion stragglers from the rout, making the most of their unexpected good luck. There was almost everything to eat except bread. Georges fairly gorged39 himself on hot roast chicken and cheese, made merry with the rabble40 of soldiery, sang, smoked, and then slept for twelve solid hours, with his boots off on a delectable41 feather bed and sheets. And, for once, without the din3 of cannon in his ears.
This, however, was hardly the way to save his country. Georges’s conscience and the booming of German guns awoke him to his duty next morning. The mob scattered42, fleeing south in a hurry. Georges’s party, he found when they started, had grown smaller. “I don’t know whether or not I ought to56 mention this detail,” he told me, “but at least it will show that I wasn’t quite so bad as the rest. But I think some of the boys found citizens clothes in the houses there at Les Alleux, and got away in them. At any rate, they didn’t come along with us.”
His Odyssey43 ended at a village called Pauvres on the highroad between Rethel and Vouziers. Here they found what was left of the Twentieth Regiment, and Georges was welcomed like one from the dead. All received new rifles and accoutrements, and the regiment was reorganized. Of its three battalions44 there remained hardly enough to form two—a third was made up of waifs and strays from other divisions.
点击收听单词发音
1 regiment | |
n.团,多数,管理;v.组织,编成团,统制 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 harrying | |
v.使苦恼( harry的现在分词 );不断烦扰;一再袭击;侵扰 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 din | |
n.喧闹声,嘈杂声 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 havoc | |
n.大破坏,浩劫,大混乱,大杂乱 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 slinging | |
抛( sling的现在分词 ); 吊挂; 遣送; 押往 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 corps | |
n.(通信等兵种的)部队;(同类作的)一组 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 corpses | |
n.死尸,尸体( corpse的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 westward | |
n.西方,西部;adj.西方的,向西的;adv.向西 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 beets | |
甜菜( beet的名词复数 ); 甜菜根; (因愤怒、难堪或觉得热而)脸红 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 vigilant | |
adj.警觉的,警戒的,警惕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 battalion | |
n.营;部队;大队(的人) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 screeching | |
v.发出尖叫声( screech的现在分词 );发出粗而刺耳的声音;高叫 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 projectiles | |
n.抛射体( projectile的名词复数 );(炮弹、子弹等)射弹,(火箭等)自动推进的武器 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 battering | |
n.用坏,损坏v.连续猛击( batter的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 deployed | |
(尤指军事行动)使展开( deploy的过去式和过去分词 ); 施展; 部署; 有效地利用 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 swarming | |
密集( swarm的现在分词 ); 云集; 成群地移动; 蜜蜂或其他飞行昆虫成群地飞来飞去 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 horde | |
n.群众,一大群 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 fixed | |
adj.固定的,不变的,准备好的;(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 rout | |
n.溃退,溃败;v.击溃,打垮 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 killing | |
n.巨额利润;突然赚大钱,发大财 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 galloping | |
adj. 飞驰的, 急性的 动词gallop的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 cavalry | |
n.骑兵;轻装甲部队 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 cannon | |
n.大炮,火炮;飞机上的机关炮 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 sergeant | |
n.警官,中士 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 consecutive | |
adj.连续的,联贯的,始终一贯的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 gendarmes | |
n.宪兵,警官( gendarme的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 deserted | |
adj.荒芜的,荒废的,无人的,被遗弃的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 gutted | |
adj.容易消化的v.毁坏(建筑物等)的内部( gut的过去式和过去分词 );取出…的内脏 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 plodding | |
a.proceeding in a slow or dull way | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 dreary | |
adj.令人沮丧的,沉闷的,单调乏味的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 wagons | |
n.四轮的运货马车( wagon的名词复数 );铁路货车;小手推车 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 apparently | |
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 infantry | |
n.[总称]步兵(部队) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 trudged | |
vt.& vi.跋涉,吃力地走(trudge的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 famished | |
adj.饥饿的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 sullen | |
adj.愠怒的,闷闷不乐的,(天气等)阴沉的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 ransacked | |
v.彻底搜查( ransack的过去式和过去分词 );抢劫,掠夺 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 poultry | |
n.家禽,禽肉 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 gorged | |
v.(用食物把自己)塞饱,填饱( gorge的过去式和过去分词 );作呕 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 rabble | |
n.乌合之众,暴民;下等人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 delectable | |
adj.使人愉快的;美味的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 scattered | |
adj.分散的,稀疏的;散步的;疏疏落落的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 odyssey | |
n.长途冒险旅行;一连串的冒险 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 battalions | |
n.(陆军的)一营(大约有一千兵士)( battalion的名词复数 );协同作战的部队;军队;(组织在一起工作的)队伍 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |