Give bitter fluid drip in the wound.
Through it, a impulse of pain was swept away. They laid cotton material on the wound and wrapped the dressing. He tied the ends with his teeth.
Then she still stood against the parapet, and, closed her eyes, she tried to try * pain.
At a lower position on the road, all still was. Armored automobile was unchanged on the bridge, the machine gunner’s head was hanging on the turret. The remnants of the woman still live within the gutter.
The curb still had to keep for a long time to come up with caring for his injured hand and a long time. In the morning it should not feel injured on the roof. The enemy underlined the escape to the other roof. He should kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He was completely a revolver to try and do. Then he thought of a concept.
Field dressing – A packet given to the soldiers with straps and various accessories to keep on hammers
Taking his hat, he placed it on his rifle 6f muzzle. By the time the cap was not visible from the other side of the road, he gradually offered the rifle up on the parapet. There was a report soon, and a tablet cut the cap’s center. Ankush carried the rifle forward The Cap slipped on the road. Then, by holding the rifle in the middle, Ankush gave birth to his crow on the poor and frustrated it, mercilessly. Once a few times he left the rifle on the road. Again! He drowned on the terrace, pulling his hand with him.
Crawling early on his feet, he climbed on the roof. Their maneuvers were successful. Opponents, cap cap and rifle fall, thought that he killed his man. He was presently standing before a line of fireplace utensils, in which his head was clearly silhouetted against the western sky.
Republican Ankush smiled and parapet stings raised his revolver. ‘The distance was fifty yards away – a hard shot within the dim light weight, and his right arm was drinking it like a thousand devils. He took a decent aim. Her hand trembled with excitement. By pressing your lips, he took a deep breath through his nose and rejected it. He was
I along with deaf and rehearsal with his arm barrel in report.
Then once the smoke was cleansed, he enjoyed it and the cry of joy. His enemy was killed. He was roaming around the parapet in his death. He was struggling to live his legs, though he was moving slowly as if in a lot of dreams. The rifle fell from its understanding, struck the parapet, fell, narrowed the pole of a Babar’s search to a lower position so that the scattered on the sidewalk.
Then the man who died on the roof broke down and fell further. The body turned up in the house and struck down with a boring cold. Then it’s still lying down.
Ankush examined his enemy fall and he shuddered. Lust died in war. He was bitten by sadness. Sweat stood in pearl on his forehead. Looking at his wounds and on weak summer days and on the roof, he rebelled in the view of the scattered mass of his dead enemy. Her teeth
Muzzle – Where the pills begin, tubing ends up open
Report – explosion of an attempt
A trick that someone should cheat
Visible-mentioned
The retreat-unexpected backward movement that a gun once dismisses it to rotate through the aspect of aspect, such as at a falling point
chattered He began to tease himself, verbally orally, began to write verbally, verbally to everyone.
He examined the smoke revolver in his hand, the aide took the oath and threw it on the roof on his feet. Revolver went with the criterion and was surprised before the bullet sniper’s head. He was scared of his senses from the shock. Her veins are stable. The cloud of anxiety was scattered through his mind and he laughed.
He is currently determined to remove the roof and remove the presence for his company commander, TD report. Was cool everywhere. There was not a tremendous threat to attack the roads. He picked up his revolver and kept him in his pocket. Then he crawls down through the fan for the house down.
When Ankush reached Lanway at the street level, he felt an unexpected curiosity on the identity of the enemy’s shooter, which he had killed. He determined that he was an honest shot, whatever he was. He understood her. Perhaps he was in his company before division within the army. They set the risk of moving forward to keep an eye on it. He rounded round the corner at O’Connell Street. There was significant firing within a portion of the road, though everything was calm here.
Ankush was inserted on the road. Molding a machine gun down around him with the hail of bullets, though he loose on it. He threw himself down next to the residue. Machine gun stopped
Then the curb turned on the body and saw