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http://lavender.5ch.net/test/read.cgi/hobby/1552725444/l50 5ちゃんでの英文荒らし、表でも米帝地方都市記事粗製乱造荒らしの[[LTA:YASSIE]]を早く無期限ブロックにして下さい！！！！！ good as usual, and in any case his best is not much. So we rushed, and
when we came to the little fortification we had small difficulty in
getting in; by that time the French soldiers of the line had crowned
the height on their side and were over the entrenchments. We were
almost shoved back by the fugitives running from the Frenchmen, but
we steadied ourselves and gave them the bayonet, until at last they
were all down, and the soldiers of the line and the legionaries alone
stood facing one another on the little hill with ugly curses and bloody
steel. Not that they cursed us or we them; only when you are using the
bayonet, and for a while afterwards, your language is a real reflex of
your thoughts.
It was the Frenchmen who really carried the hill; we had only come in
towards the end to their assistance. So we left them on the ground
that they had so gallantly won, and, going down the side nearest the
remnants of our opponents, we looked for more work, more excitement,
more glory, and more revenge. And we found them all very soon.
We had scarcely reached the bottom of the hill when a crowd of Chinese
regulars, with some Black Flags who had not run away, charged us with
loud cries and imprecations. We met them fairly and squarely, and
pushed them at the point of the bayonet a few yards back. They were
reinforced, and by sheer weight of numbers made us for a time give way.
Our officers fought like devils; truth to tell, though we did not like
them, we could not help admiring their courage in a fight. The captain >>697
>取り下げ ノートでの説明通り、ウィキブレイクが決まっていたため、取り下げとします。--Sakurapop7（会話） 2019年3月24日 (日) 12:03 (UTC)
決まっていたのに提案してる時点でおかしいだろうがｗ YatobiとかGcG辺りかなって思ってたけどFXSTか・・・そういやそんなのもいたね。 was down, so was the sub-lieutenant, the lieutenant had been wounded at
the beginning of the battle; the one sergeant who was left took up the
command and led us back from a short retreat in an ugly rush against
the enemy. I saw a Black Flag carrying a standard in his left hand,
while he cut all around at our fellows with the sword in his right. I
determined to have that flag, or at least to make a bold try for it,
and went with levelled bayonet at the barbarian. He cut down a man of
ours as I came, and had not time to parry my thrust with his sword, and
failed to do so with the staff of the banner. He took the point fairly
in the left side, and I had only just time to get my weapon back when
he delivered a furious slash at my head. Receiving this on the middle
of the rifle-barrel I thrust a second time, and sent him fairly to
the ground. Reversing my rifle--that is, holding it at the left side
instead of the right--I stabbed straight down, and pinned his right
hand to the ground. Pressing then on the rifle with my left hand, so
that he could not free his sword arm, I plucked away the banner with
my right. Nicholas at the time shouted out: "Look out, corporal, look
out." And, looking up, I saw half-a-dozen Black Flags coming straight
at me. I flung the banner on the ground, pulled my bayonet out of the
savage's hand, and, just in time, got into a posture of defence. The
first man I stopped with a lunge in the face just between the eyes, but
the others would have killed me were it not that now the squad came to
my assistance. Nicholas and the others soon finished the half-dozen who
had attacked me, but others came up too, and very soon about a dozen of
us were desperately resisting a desperate attack. They outnumbered us [[利用者:けぶお]]のブロック破り、またもや[[A応P]]で喧嘩しはじめて例祭にブロックされる by about four to one, but we were heavier, steadier, and, above all,
quicker with the bayonet. All the same, man after man of ours went down
till half our number lay dead or dying on the ground. Luckily, Le Grand
noticed our difficulty and, calling together six or eight men of his
own squad, came to our assistance. Le Grand and his comrades took the
Black Flags in the flank; the new assailants overwhelmed them; they
gave way sullenly at first, but in the end broke and fled, leaving
more than half their number on the field. I was happy in retaining
the banner, but I almost at once learned how dear that banner was to
me. A cry from Le Grand made me turn round, and I saw Nicholas lying
on the ground and a wounded Black Flag cutting at him with a sabre,
while the poor Russian did his best to ward off the blows with his
hands. As I looked, a Spaniard of Le Grand's squad drove his bayonet
up to the rifle-muzzle three times in quick succession into the body
of the wounded savage who was trying to kill our good comrade. I ran
to Nicholas and, laying down rifle and captured flag, asked him how he
felt, was he badly wounded, and without waiting for an answer began to
bind his wounded arms and hands. He shook his head sadly.
"It is no use, my comrade; I have got worse than that."
Indeed he had, for his left side was torn open. Nicholas nodded his
head towards a dead Black Flag, and we saw at once the weapon that had
inflicted so horrible a wound. It was shaped somewhat like a bill-hook,
but could be used for thrusting as well as cutting, about four inches >>732
独自研究とトリビアか
こりゃ鈴虫が正しいな
なんでもかんでも載せられるサイトじゃねえってんだよ of the end being shaped like a broad-bladed knife, the remainder of
the steel rather resembling a narrow-bladed hatchet. The poor Russian,
in spite of the severe wound, had managed to kill his enemy. I am glad
he did so, for, had the barbarian been only wounded, I should have
been sorely tempted to finish the work, and though one may kill a
helpless man without pity when "seeing red" or to avenge a friend, yet
afterwards the thought of such slaughter is unpleasant. After some time
we stopped the bleeding, and were glad to be able to give him a good
long drink, and then to refill his own water bottle with the few drops
still remaining in the bottoms of ours. We left him only when we had to
rejoin the company. The sergeant who now commanded it asked me gruffly
where I had been. I showed him the captured banner, and in a few words
told of the desperate fight made by the Black Flags to regain it. He
seemed satisfied, and asked how many men I had lost.
"Nine," I replied.
He counted us, and said: "Nine lost and nine left; that is rather
serious; a banner is not worth so many men."
But you may be sure that it would have been worth a whole section in
the sergeant's eyes, had he taken it.
There was little more fighting to be done that day. All along the
line the French had been successful, and already linesmen, chasseurs, zouaves, legionaries, and tirailleurs were bivouacking in Lang-Son. My
battalion searched out its wounded and brought them to an appointed
spot; you may be sure that poor Nicholas was carried as gently as
possible to the place. I went back for him before I thought of looking
for anyone else, even an officer. He was lying quietly where we had
left him, and I found that already he had drunk all the water in the
bottle. Luckily, as I was going back, I passed the dead body of a
white officer of our opponents; he was dressed in a yellow tunic and
trousers, with tan boots; his white helmet lay a foot or so from his
head; a heavy, fair moustache curled outwards on both cheeks; his jaw
had fallen, and his wide-open blue eyes were staring upwards at the
sky; at least a dozen gashes showed red upon the body, and a bloody
sword in one hand, an empty revolver in the other, were evidence that
his death had been amply paid for. A white man fights well when he
knows that there is no quarter for him. Luckily, as I have said, I came
across this body, for slung round the right shoulder and resting at the
left hip was a leather bottle. I took this, and was glad to find that
it was more than half full of brandy and water.
"A share, corporal," said a comrade.
"No," I answered; "all for Nicholas."
"Pardon me, corporal; I forgot." [[LTA:YASSIE]]はいい加減英文荒らしをやめなさい！！！！！ 堕落ｗｗｗ
お前は明日は我が身という言葉を知らんのか
桜ポップは1か月後のお前の姿だ Nicholas thanked me with a glance and a nod. With some rifles and a
couple of greatcoats we made a fairly good litter, and bore him to the
quarter where the surgeons were working in their shirt sleeves. There
we left him with the attendants and went out to bring in others. When
I was leaving the hospital, if I may call it so, for the last time, as
every wounded man had been brought in, Nicholas beckoned to me. I went
over, and he whispered:
"I am dying. I make you the heir to all I possess. Very little--but
still all; here it is."
He pressed a small bag into my hand. I said:
"Not at all, good comrade; you will want it when you recover, or at
least to get better attendance and a few delicacies in hospital."
"No, my friend; I am leaving _la gamelle_. Take it and I shall be
pleased. Try to see me in the morning; to-morrow evening it will be too
late."
He forced the little bag again into my hand. I had to take it, but I
resolved to see him in the morning and to return it if he were still
alive, though I could not help feeling an ugly presentiment that my
poor friend was really dying and that the best friend I had in the
little world of the Foreign Legion was about to leave me for ever. After soup had been served out to all the men the sergeant, who still
commanded the company, told me that I was wanted at the hospital. I,
thinking only of Nicholas, said that I should go thither at once.
"Do you know, corporal," said he, "where it is?"
"Certainly, yes," I answered. "Did I not help to bring many wounded
there to-day?"
"Of whom are you thinking?" he asked.
"Nicholas, the prince, you understand. Do you not remember Three
Fountains?"
"Very well--too well, indeed," the sergeant replied; "but it is not
the Russian who desires to see you, it is the captain." Calling to a
hospital attendant passing at the time he inquired if the man were
going to the officers' hospital. He was not going there, but would pass
it on his way to his own destination.
"Go with him," said the sergeant to me; "he will show you the place.
Ask for our captain."
I went away with the hospital orderly, and was shown the officers' hospital quarters by him. On giving name, company, and battalion--they
saw my rank upon my sleeve--I was told to wait until the
surgeon-in-charge could be told that I wished to see a patient. Very
soon the surgeon came. He asked me quite abruptly whom I desired to
see. I told him with military directness, but respectfully, and he said
that I might be brought to where the captain lay. I went there with an
orderly. The captain had a wound on the right arm not of much account;
it certainly did not keep him in hospital, but, as he had been knocked
down and stunned by a blow of a musket-butt on the left temple, the
surgeons would, and did, detain him for awhile. Several times while
I was with him he put his hands to his head and swore a little. But,
of course, that was none of my business. He asked me about the banner
I had taken--"not, you must remember," said he, "that that was very
useful or very creditable."
I told the story, and especially laid stress on the facts that poor
Nicholas had warned me of the first attack and that he was now dying in
the simple soldiers' hospital.
"You are sorry?" he queried.
"Very; he was my good comrade."
"Had he much money?" >>711
完全ログイン制にすればいいだけなのにな
TwitterもYahooもログイン制度だろ "He gave me all." And I showed the little bag.
"How much?"
I counted, and replied:
"One thousand four hundred and fifty francs, twenty or thirty piastres."
"You are rich."
"My captain, he will share with me if he lives, and if he dies I am the
poorer by a friend."
"Pouf! a sergeant does not want friends amongst the simple soldiers."
"No, my captain, nor enemies; but I am not a sergeant."
"You are; the commandant will announce it to-morrow. He was with me an
hour ago."
"Thanks, my captain; I did not see a ghost this time."
"Ah, you remember! What made you look so pale that day?" I told him,
and his only remark was: >>761
そうするとなぜか「誰でも参加できる〜って精神が損なわれる」って言い出す奴が出てくるんだよな
登録にメールアドレスさえ必要ないのに Intersect Contribsって使えなくなったの？サイトに繋がらん
便利だったのになあ・・・ "It might have frightened a man, and you are only a boy. How old are
you?"
"Oh, in truth," I said, "not yet seventeen."
"But you are over eighteen in the records."
"That, my captain, is my official age."
"Very well, very well; it has nothing to do with me."
After awhile the captain said:
"Who was Nicholas? What was he?"
I answered truly that I did not know--that nobody knew--that he had
often plenty of money, and was a good comrade.
"We could not fail to see, my captain," I went on, "that he had been
in a high position once; there is, indeed, a story that he commanded a
company of Russian guards at Plevna, but no one knows with certainty.
He did not tell, and we did not like to inquire." Then I asked the
captain for permission to leave the company for half-an-hour in the
morning. "Why do you ask that?"
"I want to see Nicholas; he will be disappointed if I do not go to see
him."
"Perhaps he will be dead."
"I think not so."
"Perhaps he will ask for his money."
"I mean to offer it to him."
The captain smiled, and said:
"You are a strange legionary; you do not care for money."
"On the contrary, my captain, I do like money and what it buys; but
Nicholas is my friend."
"You may go; stay away an hour if you like. Tell the sergeant that I,
the captain, have given you permission."
"A thousand thanks, my captain." After some further questions and answers the captain ordered me to
go. I saluted, and was just turning to leave when he called me back.
Pointing to a cigar-box on a rickety table, he told me to give it to
him. I did so. He opened it and took out two cigars.
"Give that to monsieur the prince, with his captain's compliments, and
keep this for yourself. Tell him, sergeant"--he laid stress upon the
word--"that I am sorry for his misfortune and proud to have had such a
man in my company. Say to him exactly what I have said to you."
"Yes, my captain," I answered, saluted again, thanked him for the
cigars, and went away. Let me say here, though it does somewhat
anticipate events, that the captain was my good friend afterwards,
and more than once broke my fall when I got into trouble. The death
of Nicholas deprived me of a good comrade. By it I gained a friend
in a higher position, but I would any day have surrendered the
captain's good will if by so doing I could regain the companion of the
barrack-room and the canteen.
When I got back to the company, I reported my return at once to the
sergeant. He asked me what the captain wanted me for, and I told him
that the officer had questioned me about the affair of the banner and
about Nicholas. I said nothing of the money or the cigars.
"Did he tell you anything?" "Yes; he said that I was to be sergeant to-morrow."
"Indeed," said the sergeant.
"I suppose, sergeant, I may thank you for a favourable report about
to-day's fight."
"I only told the truth," said the sergeant, "and I always liked you
when I was corporal of the squad."
Then I told him about the captain's permission to me to absent myself
for an hour in the morning so that I might pay a visit to Nicholas.
"You must tell that," he replied, "to the sub-lieutenant in charge; an
officer has been sent to us from another company."
"Very well," said I. "Where is he?"
He brought me to the sub-lieutenant's quarters. I told the officer
of my permission; he was satisfied. Before I went he asked about the
captain's wounds and a few questions of curiosity about Nicholas. I
told him all I knew about the captain and almost nothing about my
comrade. As I was leaving, the sergeant drew my attention to the fact
that I had omitted speaking about my promotion. "You captured a flag, you say?"
"Yes, sir; and there was a hard fight to retain it."
"And the commandant will promote you sergeant to-morrow?"
"Monsieur le capitaine said so, sir."
"Very good, very good; somebody must be sergeant, I suppose, and why
not you as well as another? You may withdraw."
As we went away I asked the sergeant if there were any place where I
could get a drink of wine or brandy.
"Certainly, yes--if you have money, my comrade."
"Come then," I said, "let us go there together."
He brought me to a small hut, where I had to pay a stiff price for
his brandy and my wine, and when he saw that I had plenty of money he
unbent and congratulated me more than once on my promotion. He ended by
borrowing twenty francs, which I willingly lent; of course, he forgot
to repay me. [[前川清の笑顔まんてんタビ好キ]]
サクラポップはこんな記事編集してる場合ちゃうやろ > 以前の被依頼者については（少なくとも私が管理活動に
>関わるようになった頃は）コミュニティを疲弊させる
>ようなイメージはなかったと思うのですが、先月の
>1日ブロック以来の被依頼者の対応を見る限りでは
>まるで人が変わったように思えます。
そう、中の人が違うの（ボソッ The next morning on parade the commandant praised me a little and
ordered me to take over the duties of No. 1 section. The sergeant who
had borrowed the twenty francs from me the day before was appointed
sergeant-major, and the corporal of a squad of No. 2 was made
sergeant of that section. When we were dismissed, I reminded the new
sergeant-major of my permission to visit Nicholas. He remembered the
money I had shown the evening before and promptly brought me up before
the sub-lieutenant in temporary command of the company, in order that I
might report my intention of taking advantage of the leave given me by
the captain. The sub-lieutenant offered no opposition. As I was going
away the sergeant-major, no doubt remembering that I was comparatively
rich--that is, rich for a sergeant of legionaries--told me that he
would take care that my section was all right during my absence.
"Many thanks," I said; "perhaps monsieur le sergent-majeur would wet
the promotion in the evening."
"But yes, but yes, with pleasure. Do not hurry, you will be back in
good time; sometimes the sergeant-major is a better friend than a
simple sub-lieutenant." He was right, and we both knew it.
I went across as quickly as I could to where the field hospital for the
wounded of the right attack lay. I had little difficulty in finding
Nicholas; he visibly brightened at seeing me, and, when I tried to
shake hands, he put his finger on my sleeve, where the single gold chevron was that a sergeant of a section wears.
"It pleases me," he whispered; "but don't be too ambitious, other men
have lost all through ambition."
I said nothing. I was glad that he was pleased, but I cannot tell how
sorry to see him weak, worn out, and, as one may say, with the dews of
death already gathering on his forehead. He could not speak, even in a
low tone, he could only whisper; I had to bend down to catch his words.
He asked about a few men of the squad, and I told him who were dead,
who dying, who still in the ranks. He was anxious too about Le Grand,
and was very glad to hear that the latter had gone through the fight
without even a scratch, though he had had one narrow escape.
"Le Grand," I said to Nicholas, "had to take a dead man's helmet."
"Why, why?" he eagerly whispered.
"Because his own was cut in two by a sabre-stroke. Had the cut been
downwards, Le Grand would be alongside you to-day."
"I am glad he escaped so well; I like him."
After a little more conversation I was told that my visit must end. "Who is chiefly with you, Nicholas?" I asked.
He nodded towards an attendant. I went to this man and gave him a
hundred francs.
"Be good to my comrade," I said.
"Yes; yes," he replied, astonished at such a gift from a mere sergeant
of legionaries; "I will do all I can, but that, alas! is little."
"I know," I answered, "there is no hope; but smooth the way for him as
well as you can to Eternity."
He promised with many oaths that he would do so. I don't know whether
or not he kept his word, but I really do think that the unexpected
money, and still more the unexpected amount of it, made him a good
friend to the last to my poor comrade.
So Nicholas the Russian passes out of my story. I never saw him
afterwards, for that evening my company left Lang-Son for an outside
station about ten miles from the place. Some time afterwards a
legionary of No. 2 Company told me that he had been in hospital with
Nicholas, and that the Russian had died about four o'clock in the
afternoon of the day I visited him, and was buried in the evening of the same day. He is out of the turmoil of the world now, and I wonder,
had he in early youth understood life as he learned it in the Foreign
Legion, would he have "played the game" in the same way? One never
knows. Perhaps he would have lived and died that wretched nonentity,
the respectable member of society--the Pharisee who has neither
courage to do evil nor heart to do good--but who lives his life out in
constant endeavour to equate God and the devil, to balance, for his
own benefit of course, his duty to his fellow-man and his so-called
duty to himself; perhaps he unknowingly thought at the end as the Dying
Stockrider spoke:
"I've had my share of trouble, and I've done my share of toil,
And life is short, the longest life a span,
I care not now to tarry for the corn or for the oil
Or the wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
For gifts misspent, and chances lost, and resolutions vain
'Tis somewhat late to trouble: this I know--
I would live the same life over if I had to live again,
And the chances are, I go where most men go."
Anyway, whatever he was to others, he was good friend and good comrade
to me, and if no one else regrets, I regret.
_Amice mi, vale, vale, vale!_ CHAPTER XV
One evening the sergeants and corporals were ordered to forewarn the
men that the battalion would leave the neighbourhood of Lang-Son early
the following morning. Where we were going we did not know; indeed, I
believe that even the commandant himself was unaware of our destination
when he ordered the battalion to hold itself in readiness for a march.
When the morning parade had been inspected--we, of course, paraded in
full marching order--the commandant ordered us to stand at ease. While
thus waiting in the ranks, an officer of the staff came and gave a
written paper to the commandant. Shortly afterwards the staff-officer
went away, and we were marched off in column of fours for some place
or other, where, we--sub-officers and men--knew not, nor did we care.
Restlessness is the chief characteristic of the soldier; he stagnates
in garrison, or, if he doesn't, he avoids _ennui_ by illegitimate
amusements--excitements, I should say, that sooner or later get him
into trouble.
I am ashamed to confess that I was as happy as the others as we tramped
along. Of course, I was sorry for Nicholas, and as I spent the money
he had left me with the other sergeant and the sergeant-major of the company, I felt that all the fun and gaiety that money can produce
cannot make up for the loss of a good comrade. I took care to do as
Nicholas would wish me towards my late associates, the corporals, and
my former associates, the simple soldiers--they were not forgotten when
the money was spent. Of course, I did not go outside my section, and I
took good care that my former squad, the squad I had soldiered in ever
since I was sent from the depot to a battalion, first as soldier of the
second class in the little trouble with the Arabs in Algeria, in the
big trouble at Three Fountains, in the troopship, at Noui-Bop; then as
soldier of the first class till the end of the vengeance at a place I
have not named--you may be sure it gets scant mention in the official
records; then as corporal in the defeat at Lang-Son and the retreat
afterwards, and at the second battle, when we recaptured the town:--oh
no, I did not forget the men who were what Xenophon would call my
table-companions; for their part, they thanked me but little, but we
all understood.
There is no use in detailing our life for the next few weeks. We were
always marching, now to the north, anon to the west, then a sudden turn
to east, perhaps, or south or back towards the north again. It was all
one; we looked for the enemy; we did not find him. At last a momentous
order came for us. We were much reduced in strength, and the general
commanding-in-chief determined to send most of the battalion to the sea
coast and, if the doctors should recommend, back to Algeria. I don't
think that we mustered six hundred of all ranks at the time, possibly we did not exceed five hundred. When I tell you that we were constantly
receiving batches of fresh men--almost every troopship brought out a
hundred or two hundred soldiers of the Foreign Legion--you will be
surprised at this; but then the country is bad for Europeans, and we
were always in the fighting line of the battles and on tramp here,
there, and everywhere between them. Anyway, the commandant asked for
volunteers to form a company to be left behind, and officers as well as
men were asked to come forward.
"First," said the commandant, "I want a captain."
All the captains stepped out He selected mine. I forgot to state that
my captain had been sent back to duty, as soon as the surgeons found
that the blow on the head had produced only temporary ill-effects.
"Now," said the commandant, "a lieutenant."
Forward stepped every officer of that rank. The sub-lieutenant--now a
lieutenant--who had come out with my company, the _vieux militaire_
who had risen from the ranks, the man who was good at fighting and
better at pillage, the man who could overlook much if you were a
good looter and handed him over a decent percentage of your gains,
the man with the piercing eye, the hooked nose, the spike-like grey
moustache was taken on the spot. I believe this selection gave the old
soldier immense pleasure. "Ah," I can fancy him saying to himself, "the commandant knows better than to take boys fresh from school."
Everybody under forty was to him a boy fresh from school, except, be
it noted, Nicholas. He did not understand Nicholas, but he was too
old a soldier, too experienced in the Legion, not to know the ruined
nobleman, the dangerous man, when he met him. A sub-lieutenant was
selected in turn, a mere boy who had been sent to us for some little
peccadillo, some little indiscretion, probably in connection with a
senior officer's wife. Then a sergeant-major was taken, an Alsatian
from No. 3. The sergeants were now called on for volunteers, and, just
as we all stepped forward, a French officer of chasseurs approached the
commandant to speak with him.
"Select your own sergeants and corporals, captain," the commandant
cried out to my captain; "the doctor will select the men, for I assume
that all will volunteer."
The captain promptly selected the two sergeants of his own company. I
was delighted. I, a boy of less than seventeen, as the captain knew,
though in the records of the battalion I was approaching nineteen,
found myself senior sergeant of a company that was evidently to be
a separate unit for some time. How I mentally thanked the officer
of chasseurs for his timely intervention, for I felt sure that the
commandant would not have selected me. The corporals were quickly
chosen as the captain took all his own corporals who had not been
seriously wounded and who did not show signs of breaking down, the others were taken by him from corporals of other companies after
a hasty walk down the line of volunteers. He was a clever man,
that captain of mine: all the outside corporals he selected were
fair-haired. I have already mentioned that such men can stand hardships
better than the black-haired ones.
When the commandant had finished his chat with the chasseur, he said:
"All men in the front ranks"--we were drawn up in column of
companies--"that wish to volunteer, step one pace to the front; all men
in the rear ranks that wish to volunteer, step one pace to the rear.
March."
All stepped forward or backward, as the case might be; the commandant
went down the right flank and saw all the companies opened out.
"Very well, _mes enfants_, since you all volunteer, the doctor will
make a selection."
The doctor examined every man. As he marched down the ranks he cast
out almost half, one glance told him that these could not be accepted,
wounds and disease and semi-starvation and hardship had worn them
out; the rest he carefully examined in the afternoon, and, to cut
the matter short, next morning the commandant and other officers and
other sub-officers and other soldiers said good-bye to a fairly strong company--we were more than two hundred and twenty all told--and started
on their march to the coast. We felt sad as our comrades went away.
In twenty-four hours we had forgotten them, as, undoubtedly, they had
forgotten us. Wrong! you say; well, the soldier who can't forget will
die of brooding over his memories.
In a day or two a few Annamite tirailleurs and eight or ten French
engineers had came into camp. The chief officer of the tirailleurs
brought a message for our captain, and in accordance with this we
pushed forward about seventy or eighty miles and seized a strong
position, right, as one may say, in the heart of the enemy's country.
This we proceeded to fortify, the engineers superintending, the
legionaries working, and the Annamites out on all sides to give us
notice of any movements against our little post on the part of our
foes. These, however, allowed us to finish the little fortification
in peace; once it was finished, we cared not a jot for them. We
had brought along a good deal of supplies; more of every kind that
the country produced were collected from all sides; ammunition was
plentiful, so why should we care?
This was my captain's first separate command, and he had a nice
little force to help him to keep the post. First, there were the
legionaries, two hundred and twenty seasoned soldiers; then about a
hundred and eighty native levies under French officers; last, a really
admirable demi-squad of engineers. No artillery, of course; but who wants artillery when he has enough of rifles? My captain did not, and
he was really a clever man. Not that guns and gunners have not their
uses--oh, they have--but they are wanted with brigades and divisions
for big battles; they are useless, they are worse than useless, to
small parties on the trail of the enemy or holding some out-of-the-way
position which may have to be abandoned at a minute's notice. In a
retreat, when you are burdened with guns, one or two things must be
done--destroy the artillery, and so produce a bad effect on the men;
keep it, and by so doing slow down your march in swampy ground. We were
all glad that no guns had been sent to us. We were quite confident that
we could maintain our ground with the rifle alone; then, if we really
had to withdraw, we felt more confident of cutting our way through
with steady bayonet fighting than if we had to depend on the spasmodic
assistance of artillery in a retreat.
When the little fortification was finished to the satisfaction of the
captain and the sergeant in command of the engineers, the little force
was divided into four parts. Every part had a special duty every day.
If No. 1 were employed guarding the camp for the twenty-four hours, No.
2 would be out in the day gathering stores of all kinds and getting
information; No. 3 would be cooking and doing the other work of the
camp, except guarding it; and No. 4 would be quietly resting. Thus
every part had three days' work for one day of rest, but, be it well
understood, every man was on guard-duty only one night in four. Every
party, I may mention, had one-fourth of the legionaries and one-fourth of the Annamite tirailleurs. As for the engineers, they examined the
fortifications every day, and did nothing then but cook and eat,
mend and wash their clothing, and lie about and smoke. The officers
commanding the parties were the lieutenant and the sub-lieutenant of
the legionaries, the lieutenant and the sub-lieutenant of the native
levies, while the captain exercised a general supervision over all,
especially the entrenchments, the engineers, and the stores.
Things went on well and pleasantly for some time. In fact we were all
getting tired of the monotony--that is, all except the Annamites, who
were quite satisfied--and we sergeants and corporals especially were
desirous of some excitement. This we got, and in full measure. That
everything may be understood I must give a brief description of the
post--the fortified encampment I may call it.
The main post was almost rectangular in shape, but a little way out
from one corner stood a block-house, its nearest angle pointing towards
an angle of the fort. This block-house was built with the intention of
protecting the portion of the camp nearest to it, and also in order
to prevent the enemy from taking up a commanding position within less
than half musket-shot of our quarters. Furthermore, it dominated a
spring from which a stream flowed in close proximity to the main
fortification. This was very necessary, for the Black Flags have no
compunction about poisoning "foreign devils." The block-house had two
storeys, and was generally occupied by about twenty men, detached, of course, from the party on guard for the day. It was rather exposed on
the two sides away from the main position, but being well and solidly
built no one dreamed that it could ever be in any great danger. Well,
it was; but that came afterwards, and will be dwelt on in due course.
As for the big position being in danger, everyone scouted the thought.
Ah, it's well for men that they are generally fools!
Well, the time came at last when the Black Flags came to visit us. The
first token of their arrival in force was given by the cutting off of
a squad of Annamite tirailleurs; the second, firing at long range on a
party of legionaries; the third, the burning of a couple of villages.
I suppose they thought that the people in these hamlets were friendly
to us; they were, indeed, friendly, but so they would have been to any
men who carried arms. The poor people who remain quietly at home and
take no part in fighting always suffer most. We took their property and
paid them for it, at least our officers did; the Black Flags came, took
their money, their women, and often their lives, and then set fire to
their wretched habitations. In war both sides live very much, if not
altogether, on the country. You can imagine how pleasant that is for
the cultivators and others who seek to continue the occupations which
can be profitable only in time of peace. Well, cowards sow and brave
men reap.
After the burning of the villages we scouted much more cautiously. Up
to the first appearance of the Black Flags the Annamites were often by themselves, but afterwards we never went in smaller parties than
thirty, of whom two-thirds were legionaries. So long as we had the
natives, we could not very well be surprised; and so long as they had
us with them, they knew that they would not be asked to bear the brunt
of the fighting, if the enemy only showed himself in force.
One day I was in command of a small party that cautiously felt its way
towards the north-east, where a village had been seen burning the night
before. I had two weak squads of my section and a dozen natives, in all
we were about thirty-five rifles. As we went slowly on, the corporal
of the tirailleurs gave me to understand that there was danger ahead.
I did not thank him for the information--I knew as much myself--but,
as the ground was fairly open, I determined to push on a little
farther. At the same time I took the precaution of sending a couple
of men to reinforce the little party guarding each flank, and four to
the corporal of legionaries who commanded the advance-guard. Scarcely
had these soldiers reached their respective destinations, when heavy
firing began in front, followed almost at once by scattered shots on
the right. The Annamite tirailleurs came back at once, the legionaries
did not retreat so quickly; they fired as they retreated, and showed
no signs of panic. I steadied the natives by telling them very plainly
that the man who moved without orders would be at once shot. When they
understood this, they stood up to their fight fairly well.
As the outlying squads closed on my command, I asked the corporal who had led and the legionary of the first class who had commanded
on the right, what they thought of the attack. The corporal said it
seemed serious; the soldier of the first class, that we ought to move
off to the base at once, as many men were trying to creep round to
our rear. Now both of these might be depended on. The corporal was a
man of much service; the other a Prussian who had found life in his
own country too exciting, but who was a good soldier in all respects
on active service; in garrison, of course, it was different. I fell
back, therefore, showing a bold front, keeping the Annamites and six
legionaries together--the latter to hold the former--and leaving all
the other legionaries to fight in skirmishing order as we went away.
A few of ours were wounded, and these the natives had to carry, but
we managed to withdraw for more than half-a-mile without any serious
casualty. Then a legionary was shot through the heart; an Annamite was
sent for his rifle and ammunition, and the retreat went on as before.
Once only did the enemy attempt to rush us. I hurried to the right with
tirailleurs and legionaries when I saw them nearing for the charge, but
our rifle fire was so effective that no man reached our bayonets.
Not very long afterwards the lieutenant of my company came up with
about forty men, two-thirds of whom were legionaries. He at once took
over the chief command, and had little difficulty in getting us all
back to camp. I fancy, however, that the Black Flags could have done
a great deal of harm to us if they had tried more resolutely to come
to close quarters, for they outnumbered us certainly by six to one. >>726
あいつは、粘着質だから定期的に戻ってくる >>770
何か書きたいという衝動は抑えられず、さりとてブロック依頼にコメントすれば
脊髄反射と言われ、どうにもならない状態と推測。 They made only faint-hearted attempts to rush us, and every time they
tried that game, we concentrated our fire on the men concentrated for
the charge. They made a great mistake in massing themselves together,
for our bullets could not fail to find a man or men amongst them in
the too close formation they assumed. We, on the contrary, kept a very
open formation in the firing line, but behind there were always two
little squads ready to hurry up to the part where there was any danger
of a serious attack. For my part, I was glad to see that the lieutenant
practised the same tactics as I; in the first place, it was a sort of
compliment to me; and in the second, no one could blame the sergeant
for doing what the officer, a most experienced fighter, did. To end
this portion of my story, I may say that the little party got back
safely to the fortification with the loss of three legionaries and one
Annamite tirailleur killed and about seven or eight wounded severely
enough to go into hospital. There were other men wounded, but their
wounds did not count--they were only bullet-grazings or flesh wounds.
When we were safely inside the little post, the captain ordered us to
see first to our wounded and then to hold ourselves in readiness to go
to any part of the defence where we might be required. The Black Flags,
however, did not press the attack; evidently they were only part of the
enemy who meant to assault our position, probably a few hundred sent
out for raiding purposes.
Nothing of any importance occurred for two or three days. We knew that the Black Flags were closing round us; in fact, we could not go five
hundred yards from the camp without being fired on, but that gave us no
uneasiness. Ammunition and stores were plentiful, the block-house made
our water supply safe, our friends were only a hundred miles away, and
we guessed that very soon a general or other high officer would come to
inspect the post, and, of course, such people are always accompanied by
at least a couple of thousand men. A gold-laced cap and an escort are
not a sufficient outfit for a general; you must, to satisfy his _amour
propre_, give him an army as well. One thing must be noted here. Though
the block-house commanded the spring from which arose the rivulet that
ran by the outer side of the fortification, yet the captain was not
satisfied. He feared that in spite of all vigilance the well might be
poisoned or polluted, so that orders were given that no water was to
be taken into camp until four hours after sunrise. By that time all
poisons that might have been deposited in the spring during the dark
hours would be washed away, and a fatigue-party would have examined
the stream carefully for dead bodies of men or animals. As I shall not
allude to this again, I must tell here that on several occasions we
found putrid bodies in the stream. We always took them out on the spot,
and the men would take no water from the parts below where they were
found for at least twenty-four hours. If the carcasses were got in the
spring itself, a couple of engineers and two or three legionaries went
out and cleansed it.
At last we recognised that regular siege was being laid to our position. The Black Flags, assisted by a fair number of Chinese
regulars--we knew these by their uniforms--had possession of every
natural vantage-point around the camp. In some places, the nearest
enemies were fifteen hundred yards away from the outer face of the
entrenchments, in one or two the ground permitted them to come with
safety as near as six or seven hundred yards. The average distance
between the opposing forces was, I believe, about a thousand yards.
They did not carry round a big fortified line--that would be too much
trouble and would require a large number of soldiers to man it at all
points--but they selected six or eight places of natural strength,
erected forts upon them, and crowded these forts with defenders. The
intervals between these were held by constantly moving bands, numbering
anything from half-a-dozen to a hundred.
For some time the fighting was desultory. We did not fire at them
unless they came within easy range, for there was no use in throwing
away ammunition, and, besides, it would be a good thing if they would
only learn to despise us. They knew our strength to a man. If they saw
or believed that we were short of cartridges, they would surely reckon
us a certain prey. At the same time they would be doubtful of the
success of a mere blockade, as our stores were plentiful, and any day
might bring a relieving force. As for us, we eagerly desired a grand
attack. We had enough of men to provide all parts of the entrenchment
with a sustained rifle fire, and even if they did get up to our
fortifications we trusted to our bayonet work too much to have any fear of the issue. Moreover, since the second battle of Lang-Son and our
selection to remain behind when our comrades went down to the coast,
we had conceived, unconsciously, I believe, a very high idea of our
prowess both as individual soldiers and as a company.
The grand attack which we had been expecting and praying for--I mean
that we should have prayed for, if we ever prayed--was delivered at
last. For a couple of days and nights the enemy kept up a brisk fire,
giving us no rest. To this we made but little reply. The Black Flags
became bolder every hour, and on the second day of the fusilade some
were so contemptuous of our fire that they crawled up to within less
than two hundred yards of the entrenchments to burn their powder.
Our arrangements for the second night did credit to the captain. He
divided his little force into two parts. The first of these kept watch
and ward from sunset until half-past one in the morning; the second,
which had been resting with rifles by their sides, took up guard duty
in turn until six. Thus, along the entrenchments half the men, clad
in greatcoats, were standing up, looking out for any movement of the
enemy, while the other half, wrapped up in greatcoats and blankets,
lay down only a yard away from their watching comrades. Thus half the
rifles in garrison were ready for instant use; the remaining half could
be in action in thirty seconds. Our captain was clever--I have always
said so, and I will always assert it; other captains are creatures of
routine, and will do the same thing in a fortified post in the enemy's
country as they were in the habit of doing in a quiet town in the heart >>771
人は変わってない。
去年7月から、苦情受ける→控えます のコンボが始まってる of France. Routine, so admirable in time of peace, is a thing rather to
be neglected in time of war.
The moiety to which I was attached lay down just behind the men on
guard from sunset to half-past one. Then we were called to take our
turn of duty. I had only dozed off once or twice while lying down, but
for all that I was as wakeful as if I had slept for a week, when I
turned out of the blanket and stood up in my greatcoat in the chilly
air. Very soon I had the men under my charge at their posts. First, the
lieutenant came round to ask in an undertone if all were ready within
and if all seemed right outside; then the captain visited me and bade
me pass the word up and down my command that the attack, if made at
all, would be made within an hour, or an hour and a half at most, and
that all should be thoroughly on their guard, for on every man's rifle
a good deal depended. I, standing at the centre of my section, told
the men on my right and left what the captain had said, each of them
whispered the message to his next man, and so the words went down the
ranks. After this all was quiet; the men seemed like so many bronze
statues, but one knew that every eye was peering out intently into the
blackness and that every ear was straining to catch the lightest sound.
As for me, I looked now to the front, then to the right, and then
towards the left; I neither saw nor heard anything which could betoken
the approach of an enemy.
We were nearly an hour so waiting, watching, and listening, and the そういえば堕落と切干が手付かずだな
ミラブラ加えた転生迷惑馬鹿自警の三馬鹿を始末してくれ >>795
生3つ追加で
会計はぱたごんが払います constant strain had just begun to tell upon the nerves, when from the
eastern side of the camp a report of a rifle came. Almost at once this
was followed by a constant fire, not firing by volleys, be it well
understood, but a well kept-up fire on both sides, never ceasing, but
swaying, as it were, up and down, as now the reports came almost all
together, now they came in twos and threes, or in dozens and in scores.
The eastern side was not engaged long when the northern and southern
ones joined in. A moment afterwards the red spirts came to us out of
the darkness of the night. We replied, and a hot fusilade was well
maintained without and within. The block-house garrison was also hotly
engaged. They had little trouble with two faces, for the fronts of
them were swept by the fire from the nearest angle of the fort, but on
the other faces their work was far harder than ours. As was obvious
afterwards, when the light came and gave us the advantage, the Black
Flags had tried to catch the main position unawares, if possible,
but at least to give its garrison enough to do. The chief object was
to win the block-house; that captured, we others could be poisoned
out. I afterwards learned that in the block-house there were two
engineers and twenty-one legionaries, the whole being commanded by the
sergeant-major I spoke of, the Alsatian who came from No. 3. They were
good men; one engineer and seven legionaries, all simple soldiers, were
killed; almost all the others were wounded, but even wounded men who
could stand remained at their posts, and those others who had to stay
out of the fight loaded their rifles and the rifles of the dead, and
passed them to the fighting men, so that two shots often went through a ハッシュタグ#jawpを見てたんだが
[[利用者:Prism11 VYB05736 20160114]]による雑誌記事からの剽窃が指摘されてるね loophole when, in the Black Flags' minds, only one should be expected.
They were good men; I am proud of having soldiered with such.
But one attempt was made to rush the fort. This occurred at the angle
where the fire from the two sides swept the ground in front of two
faces of the block-house. I don't believe that the enemy dreamt of
taking our place by storm, but one thing was certain, the attack in
force took away all aid for the block-house from the main position
and made the men outside dependent altogether on themselves. That the
determined attack on the little garrison outside, weakened as it was by
death and wounds, did not succeed was due, first to their determined
resistance, and secondly to the fact that, just as the attack became
fiercest, the light became good enough for us to see our foes, to
reckon their strength, and then to allow our captain to withdraw men
from the two sides that were but feebly fired at to the others where
the firing was practically point-blank. The sudden reinforcement
overpowered the attack. A rapid and unexpected sally by fifty or sixty
legionaries with fixed bayonets relieved the pressure round the
block-house. The little garrison received from the sortie party a dozen
men as reinforcements, the rest returned, and that really finished the
engagement. A few shots still continued to be exchanged, but the firing
after the sally was of no account--a man killed or wounded on either
side "did not count in the tale of the battle."
After this we had a little peace. We buried our dead outside the ramparts, but we left no mounds to afford shelter to enemies. All the
earth that would in ordinary cases form heaps above the graves was
taken to strengthen our defences; the plain outside was left as level
as before. Was he not a clever captain? As for the enemy's killed and
wounded, the uniformed men amongst them took them away under a flag
of truce. We never allowed more than twenty-five to be engaged on the
work within a hundred yards of the outer face of the fortifications,
because we never trusted the Chinese. One thing else we did, we sent
out the Annamites to gather all the weapons and ammunition of those who
had fallen near the camp. These were of no use to us, but we deprived
the enemy of them. Some of the wounded fell out with the Annamite
tirailleurs; well, it was so much the worse for the wounded.
When the burials were over and the wounded were going along well, we
began to look forward to another attack. The Chinese regulars evidently
took the business in hand this time, for there was no attempt to carry
the main post or the block-house by assault; now we had to contend
with mines. It was very well for us that there were engineers in the
garrison; without them we should in all probability have seen most of
our defences blown into the air. As it was, the Chinese mined and our
engineers countermined. At first the mining was comparatively simple,
as far as we were concerned. The Chinese had not the skill of the
French sappers, and the result was that we always found out where they
were boring, before they even imagined that we could know anything
about their operations, but after we had destroyed a few mines, and >>799
死してなお迷惑掛けるプリズム
そういえばスレに晒されたプリズムの転生がいたような、どいつだっけな with them a certain number of men, the underground attack became more
skilful and more concealed. On more than one occasion both parties of
tunnellers discovered each other at the same time, and the earth was
quickly put back by both; we did not want a communication between mine
and countermine, for that might give passage to a couple of thousand
Chinese and Black Flags into our camp; the enemy did not want to come
to close quarters with us, for more than once they had learned that,
bayonet to bayonet, the Asiatic stood no chance against the European.
I shall not say much about the underground operations, as I am not an
engineer; moreover, my duties as sergeant kept me almost always above
ground; we allowed the military engineers to direct everything below.
Of course, it will be understood that the legionaries, and sometimes
the Annamite tirailleurs, furnished the working parties; the regular
engineers chiefly concerned themselves with planning the works first
and overseeing them afterwards. There is a story of one countermine
which, however, I must narrate, as it intimately concerned myself.
Our fellows had cautiously dug forward for a considerable distance.
No sound of tunnelling on the side of the Chinese had been heard; as
the _dﾃｩnoﾃｻment_ proved, they had been as cautious as we. The working
party was tearing down the earth with the sharp edge of the pick, not
striking with all their strength. Thus very little noise was made,
and, besides, it was enjoined on all who were at work in the mine that
talking could not be allowed. The men loyally obeyed orders, even if
they had not felt inclined to do so through the spirit of discipline, >>799
削除依頼出そうかなあーと思ったんだけど
もし被害者アピールしてRT稼ぐのが目的なら、削除するのは却って空気読んでない事になるかな……と思って止めた [[LTA:YASSIE]]の英文荒らし・米帝かぶれ全開荒らしはいつになったら終わるのか……………
やはり、こうなったら表で無期限ブロックしてもらうしかないですねｗｗｗｗｗ the knowledge that the others were doing their best to tunnel under
the fortification and then blow part of it to pieces prior to a grand
attack with rifle and bayonet, would have made them obedient enough. I
had gone down into the mine, more out of curiosity than because I had
business there; my excuse was that I wished to get the names of the
men of my section working in the pit. When I went down, I stayed for
a moment or two. While I was holding a whispered conversation with a
sub-officer of engineers, a cry from a worker drew our attention. In a
moment the engineer saw what had happened, and cried out: "Les Chinois,
les Chinois!"
As a matter of fact, the Chinese miners and we were separated only by
a thin wall of loose earth; a blow or two struck by I know not which
party tumbled this down, and we were all mixed up together, French and
Chinese, in the tunnel. All struck out at random. I drew my bayonet,
which, of course, I always wore, and dashed the point in the face of a
yellow man from outside.
The lamps were extinguished in the struggle that ensued; we were all
striking blindly about with pick-axe, shovel, and bayonet; no man knew
who might receive his blow. It was a horrible time. In the darkness I
heard the cries and oaths and groans; I shoved forward my bayonet, it
met something soft; I drew it back and lunged again; again it met the
soft, yielding substance, or perhaps the blow was lost on empty air. If
I struggled forward, I tripped over a body; if I went back, surely a >>805
調査だけはしていつでも削除依頼出せるようにしておいた方がいいな
版指定削除で対応できればいいが miner would knock my brains out with his pick. This went on for a short
space that seemed an eternity. At last hurrying footsteps and shouts
of encouragement and a welcome gleaming of lights told of the arrival
of aid. When our comrades came up, we found that all the Chinese able
to flee had fled; fourteen of them, however, and eight or nine men
of ours, were lying pressed against and on top of one another in a
narrow space. All, dead and wounded alike, were carried out; the place
was blocked up at once, and the countermine that had taken so much
time and work on our part was filled in. When the dead and wounded
were examined two legionaries and two engineers were found dead, four
legionaries and an Annamite tirailleur wounded, ten Chinese killed
outright, four just alive. An ugly list for the small place in which
the fight was, but it was the darkness that caused so heavy a casualty
list amongst comparatively few combatants. It was a most unpleasant
struggle. After that experience I shall never care to fight again in
the dark.
For some time afterwards the siege went on in a less exciting way. The
enemy had evidently resolved to starve us out. We had, as we thought,
enough of stores in the beginning to last until relief came, but when
the relief did not make its appearance at or after the time expected,
the captain began to have serious misgivings for the future. We were
utterly shut off from all communication with the outside world; for all
we knew, another disaster might have befallen the French troops, and,
if that were the case, there could be no hope of relief in time. A full >>799
>>805
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#jawp fortnight had now elapsed since the date that we had confidently set
for the coming up of reinforcements; we were all asking one another the
reason of the delay. Other questions also arose. Would our comrades
come soon? If they did not, would our provisions hold out? Should we be
able to fight our way through, in case the post had to be abandoned?
There was no thought of surrender, for all understood that it was
better to die fighting than to give ourselves up to the diabolical
tortures inflicted by the Black Flags and their allies on unlucky
prisoners of war.
One day rations were reduced by one half. In some way to make up for
this an allowance of native spirit was served out every afternoon, but
the brandy and the wine were carefully kept for the use of the sick
and wounded. These were by no means few, and when the dead were added
to the ineffectives the total reached almost fifty per cent. of the
original force. Indeed, after we had been on half-rations for a time,
we legionaries formed a skeleton company of skeletons; we were so few
and so reduced in weight. But through all we were resolute and, nearly
to the last, cheerful. Certainly when the half-rations were further
diminished, our spirits markedly sank, but no one expects starving men
to show much gaiety.
The soldiers were kept constantly on the alert both by the enemy and by
us, their sub-officers. The captain told the sergeants and corporals
that the men were to be always engaged in some work or other, as he [[Wikipedia‐ノート:進行中の荒らし行為/長期/分類方法#重要度の見直し依頼]]
Taisyo一派のお遊びを嘲笑うHEBIの構図になってしまっている did not wish to give them time to annoy themselves by thinking. This
instruction made me a busy man. I was always on the look-out for little
duties for my section, at the same time taking care not to overwork the
men, and I tried to be as cheerful as possible with them. My fellows
and I got along well together on the whole. I never brought a man
before the captain if I could help it, and I let the corporals of the
section understand that the squads were not to be sworn at more than
was absolutely necessary. At the same time all knew that an order once
given had to be at once obeyed.
Things had been going on in this fashion for some time when the enemy
again plucked up courage to attack. We were very glad of this, because
it showed that they feared the arrival of a French force before they
could reduce us to extremity by a mere blockade. The second big
fight was a replica of the first one, only that on this occasion the
assault on the block-house was more determined than before. It lasted
longer too, for we were too few in number to risk fifty or sixty
men in a sortie, but, in spite of all, the defence was successfully
maintained. Two days afterwards some Annamites captured a Chinese.
He was in a state of abject terror when brought before the captain,
and on the promise that his life would be spared and liberty given
him, he soon told us all he knew of the French movements. We learned
then that a strong force was approaching and might be expected almost
at any moment; we were also told that a third and last attack was in
preparation. This attack, however, and the relief of the post will be 英文投稿荒らしが効いているな
おかげで書き込みが少ない 堕落が叩かれたらそれで流すんだよね、前から
RfA中だから特に念入りに英文荒らしする堕落 told in the next chapter, as they deserve a chapter to themselves.
CHAPTER XVI
It was quite evident that the block-house would have to stand the
brunt of the attack this time as before. Now we were rather weak in
numbers for the adequate defence of the main position, yet not a single
man could be withdrawn from the little garrison of the outside post.
Even with the full number of rifles allowed to it the block-house
might be taken--taken, that is, in the event of the death or the
rendering ineffective of all its men, and that this was by no means
an impossibility was proved by the losses in the last fight. Out of
twenty-two sub-officers and men only seven were unscathed, and of the
others three were slightly, five severely, wounded, and seven killed.
With a more desperate and better sustained attack upon more exhausted
troops, might not the Chinese fairly hope for complete success?
To make up in some degree for the anticipated loss of the outpost the
captain gave orders that all vessels in camp should be filled, that, as
these were emptied they should be refilled, and that no soldier should
drink out of any vessel except his own water-bottle. All the rest, filled as they were, were placed in a central position in the camp,
and this place all were forbidden to approach under pain of death. The
sentries on guard had strict orders to allow no one to go near the
precious stock of water. The captain said:
"If you do not shoot or bayonet the trespasser, I will drive you forth
unarmed to become the prey of the Black Flags."
If their own brothers had dared to approach the water, the sentries
would have shot them after hearing that.
A strong party was sent to the block-house, for there was a chance
that it might hold out, and in any case the captain resolved that the
enemy should not have it for nothing. The lieutenant of my company was
in command. I was second; there were two corporals, one an Alsatian,
the other a Lorrainer, and twenty men. This was as many as could be
conveniently accommodated in the small space. We were all well supplied
with ammunition; we carried, every man, three days' provisions. When
we paraded before going out, the captain told us that we should hold
our ground as well and as long as we could; if we managed to repel one
assault, only one, our lives would be saved and the honour of the corps
maintained.
Our small party took up its quarters, relieving the others, who were,
you may be sure, not sorry to be relieved, and was at once divided into three parts. I commanded one, a corporal each of the others; as for
the lieutenant, he was over all, and seemed to be ever watchful and
absolutely incapable of feeling fatigue. While one party watched, the
rest lay down and slept or tried to sleep. There was no cooking to be
done, as our provisions were of the cast-iron pattern--baked bread and
cooked meat; as for drink, we had a small allowance of native spirit
and as much water as we should want for three days.
For twenty-four hours we were undisturbed, except when once the door
was opened and a man looked out. Then a regular fusilade of shots came
towards us. We saw that we were fairly cooped up, and that the only
chance of our ever leaving the block-house alive lay in the arrival
of French troops. We fancied, but this was perhaps imagination, that
we could hear firing in the distance; this gave us hope and renewed
our courage. Early in the evening of our second day on duty a strong
attack was made not only on our post, but on the main position as well.
At first this was confined to a hot fire, and four of ours, one the
Alsatian corporal, were shot at the loopholes. As night came down,
the enemy approached to short range, and even in the dark we were a
splendid target for them. All the night they fired, and twice they set
the block-house on fire, but volunteers quickly put out the flames,
though at a fearful sacrifice of life. As the first beams of the rising
sun illuminated the battlefield, the Chinese regulars, followed by
a crowd of Black Flags, tried to storm the post. They succeeded in
breaking down two upright beams on one side and tried to pour in, but our bayonets soon piled up a heap of bodies in the narrow entrance that
they had made. We got a short respite now, and heard with feelings
of indescribable joy a steady, well-sustained firing outside the
position held by the enemy. Once more, however, the Chinese attacked.
With battering rams of wood tipped with iron they broke down a clear
half of one wall. Some of the superstructure fell and delayed them
for a time, but this they quickly tore away, and the remains of the
little garrison, having no longer power to hold the fort or hope of
escape, sallied desperately forth, to sell their lives as dearly as
possible. The lieutenant leading fell shot between the eyes; the rest
of us rushed straight at the Chinese and bore them back. They rallied
and again attacked. We fought with the courage of despair. We could
make little head against them, but for all that we steadily piled up
a rampart of bodies in our front. I heard as I fought the familiar
war cry of the legionaries; I shouted out in reply. Just as a Chinese
lifted his musket to fell me to the earth, I saw the advancing line of
reinforcements. There was a sudden shock, and then came darkness on my
eyes, and, when I came to, the block-house, now on fire, was blazing in
the sunlight, and I felt a terrible agony in head and limbs and body.
But the post had been held and relieved; the enemy were scattered in
all directions, with hundreds of pursuers at their heels; there were no
more short rations to be dreaded, no more night attacks, nothing now
but rest and peace and warm congratulations.
Let me tell the fate of the little guard of the block-house. The 元々荒らし的な書き込みばっかだっただろ、このスレはw
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トコロテン射精とか lieutenant, both corporals, and eighteen soldiers were dead; two
soldiers and I, the sergeant and second in command, were wounded.
Both the soldiers died that night; I, the sole survivor, was promoted
sergeant-major and recommended for the military medal. Had I been a
Frenchman, I should have got the cross and a commission; as it was,
I was more than satisfied, for did not I get the rewards won by my
comrades as well as by me? For a few days I lay in hospital, and the
doctors feared that I might suffer from concussion of the brain as a
result of the heavy blow dealt me by the Chinese. However, all bad
effects passed away quickly, and I returned to duty on the day that
my promotion to the rank of sergeant-major was confirmed. The captain
visited me in hospital; he would not allow me to talk, and merely said
that he was glad I had survived, and then laughingly told me that "the
devil's children had their father's luck." He could be sarcastic on
occasion, but I did not mind; I can take a joke as well as another.
After the post had been relieved the remains of the original garrison
were transferred to the sea-coast. The march down was exactly similar
to all the other marches, except in one important matter, we did not
have to break camp hurriedly and run after rapidly vanishing enemies.
No; our daily marches were not too long, our nightly rest was unbroken,
and, as we approached the coast, we got better quarters and better
supplies. The men too had the proud consciousness of a dangerous and
difficult duty well done. The other soldiers whom we met used to cook
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目的外利用者が目的外利用者を告発 offering congratulations, and these were the compliments we liked.
When we marched one afternoon into Saigon, I was in very bad health.
The reaction after the siege, with its reduced rations, its constant
watchfulness, and all the little annoyances that beset a poor devil
of a sergeant trying to keep the men of his section content under
difficulties, together with the fatigue of the march, made me feel very
ill by the time we came to the base. Moreover, I was troubled about
the accounts of the company. The sergeant-major who preceded me, and
who was killed in the last attack, had left the company's accounts in
an unintelligible state; no one could tell whether any man had or had
not been paid a piastre since the beginning of the siege, nor could you
find out who had drawn occasional rations of wine and extra tobacco.
The captain knew nothing; he had been too busy with fighting and
looking after stores. I went to him and said that it was not fair to
ask me to make up a dead man's accounts. He agreed with me, and asked
me what the devil I was going to do about the affair.
"Let the clerks at headquarters settle all," I replied; "it ought to be
their business and not mine."
"Very well," said the captain; "but how will you throw the work on
their shoulders?"
"Easily enough," I answered; "I need but refuse to accept the books until they are set right."
"But suppose you are ordered to take them and to set them in order
yourself?"
"Very well, sir; I will then claim money for every man, dead or alive.
When the clerks point out to me that a certain man is dead, I will
withdraw his name: in that way I shall give them more trouble than if
they were to make up the accounts themselves."
"Do what you like," said the captain; "only pay the survivors--the dead
may rest."
I took the hint, and made out the accounts in such a way, that it
appeared that all the dead had been paid in full up to the day of
death, and that none of the survivors had obtained a centime for
months. The paymasters grumbled, and I was called on more than once
for an explanation. I could only say that I knew nothing about the
men's accounts beyond what they told me.
"But how do you know," asked a commandant one day, "that the dead men
were paid in full?"
"I don't know it, sir," I answered; "but I have marked them as paid
because I cannot afford time to look for their heirs." Everybody laughed at this--the idea of a legionary leaving legacies to
his relations was too ridiculous. In the end, however, we survivors got
nearly all the money we claimed, and everybody was satisfied.
It was easy to see that most of our company were unfit for further duty
at the time. Many were in hospital, and those of us who remained in
camp were listless and easily fatigued. The medical officers did not
like our looks, and it became a current report that we should all be
very soon sent back to Algeria. The transport was in harbour on which
we were ordered to embark for transportation home--that is, to the
legionaries' home, the wastes and sands of Northern Africa. Yet to us
these very places seemed like heaven compared with Tonquin: we were
all tired of the harassing warfare, the starvation, the marches, and
the constant watchfulness. It was fated that I should not return in
this vessel, as, only two days before it sailed, I had to go into the
military hospital, a place dreaded above all others by soldiers. There
I lay with an attack of fever, but my naturally strong constitution
shook this off, and in a few weeks I was ready to embark in a hospital
ship, with a few hundred others of all ranks and regiments, for
Marseilles. I had a relapse while in the Red Sea, and thought for the
first time that there was no longer hope for me. What made it worse was
that every day a dead body went overboard, and, though the officials
tried to keep this fact from us, sick men are too clever and too
suspicious to be easily imposed upon. One morning I saw the cot near me empty--a poor marine fusilier had occupied it the day before. I had
known that he was sinking rapidly, but still the fact of his death gave
me a great shock. I got up with difficulty from my couch and made my
way on hands and knees to the companion-ladder, ascended this in the
same posture, and at length gained the deck unperceived. I felt the
cool breeze of the Mediterranean on my face, and thanked Heaven that
I was out of the horrors of Tonquin and the almost worse horrors of
the Red Sea. I remember no more until I woke up to find myself back in
my cot, with a couple of doctors and an orderly or two around me. The
doctors spoke in a friendly way to me, and asked me why I had gone up
to the deck. I said that I was restless, and scarcely knew what I was
doing, but that the fresh breeze above had done me much good. They then
said that very soon we should be at Marseilles and that I should be
better off there. I thanked them, promised not to leave my cot again,
and they withdrew. As they went, however, I overheard one say--so sharp
are sick men's ears: "He will come up again, probably to-morrow." I
wondered vaguely whether he doubted my word or whether he was merely
alluding to my probable death, but after a time I thought of other
things. I made no further attempt to go up on deck; even had I not
promised to stay quietly below, I had not strength enough to climb the
companion-way again.
A few days after we arrived at Marseilles and were carefully
transferred to a large hospital on land. There, I must admit, we
received excellent treatment. Not only were the doctors and the さくポくんはどうしてそこで二重否定になっちゃうのか orderlies kind and attentive, but the ladies of the town were also
extremely good to us. Chaplains also came round the wards frequently,
and, of all the places in which I have ever been, the military hospital
at Marseilles was one of the best. I could thoroughly appreciate the
kindness then, for my health came back quickly from the day I landed
from the hospital ship.
One day when I was allowed to get up and go to a convalescent ward for
a few hours an orderly came into the room, in a great hurry apparently,
and called out my name. I said:
"Here I am. What do you want?"
He replied: "Monsieur le gﾃｩnﾃｩral will be here soon."
"Does he come to tell me that I have been appointed his aide-de-camp?"
I inquired, laughing at my own little joke.
"No, my fine fellow," cried a corporal of some line regiment in a
corner; "he has come to ask you to be so kind as to marry his daughter,
who has a fortune of only one hundred thousand francs."
"Ah," said a cuirassier--I forget his rank, "the request is that our
friend the sergeant-major will consent to act as the general's second
in a duel with the Tsar of Russia." >>829
これね
>[[ノート:斉木楠雄のΨ難#リダイレクトについて]]では削除依頼の提出に賛同された方はいませんでした。よって、今回の私の削除依頼が不適切ではなかったとは言えないと思っています。
「管理行為に関与しないことに反対はしていません」なんて発言もあったし、二重否定することでメンタルやられないように自己防衛してるんだろ A chasseur believed that that was not true, as he had learned from a
morning paper that I was to be ambassador to His Holiness the Pope,
"who knows," he went on to say, "how moral and virtuous are the lives
the legionaries lead, they being, in fact, monks in uniform." This
settled the matter; nobody could invent a more improbable--let me say
impossible--reason for the general's visit. I was asked continually
afterwards how the Pope was. Did he still hold the idea of asking
France to give him the sanctified legionaries as a new army? If we went
to Rome, should we have to soldier with the Swiss and other guards?
And a number of other questions were asked, all of which I answered
to the best of my ability, trying in every case to give a "Roland for
an Oliver," and often succeeding. I told the chasseur one day that
the Pope would not take us of the Legion as his guards; he preferred
the chasseurs: by converting them to decent practices he would gain
greater glory in heaven. The cuirassier learned that His Holiness would
soon send him the shield of faith--he already had the breastplate of
caution. The cuirassier did not like this. He indignantly protested
that he would rather fight in his shirt sleeves.
"Very well," I answered. "Do as the Austrians do--take off your cuirass
in time of war."
He asked me how I knew that. I replied: "Easily enough. I have many
Austrian comrades, but I have no French ones. We legionaries are seemingly in the French army, but not, in real truth, soldiers of it."
Truth to tell, I was getting a little angry, because all wished to
unite against the solitary soldier of the Legion in the room. I let the
rest see that I was tired of their jokes, and afterwards they left me
alone.
Well, the general came in a short time into the room and called out my
name and rank. I stepped forward and stood to attention.
"You the sergeant-major?" he asked, in a tone of surprise.
"Yes, sir."
"Why, you are only a boy. How long have you been in the Legion?"
I told him. Then he asked me a number of questions about my service, to
all of which I answered clearly and respectfully.
"You are a young sergeant-major--very young." And he turned to speak
to a surgeon. Both looked at me often during this conversation. I
maintained always the stiff, erect attitude of the soldier in front of
his superior officer.
"You have been recommended for the military medal," at last the general
said. 今更すぎるがV悪ブロックになってたのか
現在TOP嫌われ管理者ってだれになるんだ "Yes, sir; my captain told me that he would recommend me for the
decoration."
"The recommendation has been confirmed," said the general, "and I have
come to give you the medal. I thought," he went on, "that I should
meet a veteran, and I find a schoolboy."
I said nothing; indeed, I did not know what to say.
"It does not matter about your age or the length of your service," the
general continued; "you have won rank and distinction, and I wish you a
prosperous career."
"Thanks, my general."
"Is there anything you want?"
"Yes, my general."
"What is it?"
"A Little Corporal to lead a schoolboy sergeant-major, that is all."
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