汉倍穹腰,就像老乞丐被麻袋压弯,半蹲不蹲,像丑老太婆一样咳嗽,我们透过污泥咒驾,直到我们在不祥的照明禅下转身开始向着遥远的休憩处跋涉。男人们半睡半醒,很多人去掉了靴子,担是仍然一瘸一拐地走,脚被血侵透。一痛一拐,看不见东西,疲惫又醉酒,甚至所不到“59弹”的呼啸声,那炮弹有气无力,被甩在我们队 Han overturned like a beggar, squatting, squatting and coughing like an old woman, and we chased it through the slush until we turned under the ominous lighting of Zen and began to trek toward distant breaks. Men half asleep, many people get rid of boots, the bear is still limping away, the foot was penetrated by blood. A painful turn, can not see things, exhausted and drunk, not even “59 bombing” whistling sound that the shell was weak, was thrown in our team