Grigori pulled the bayonet out of the enemy's body and looked around.
The city behind him was on fire, and the Prussian tanks in front of him were also on fire.
The artillery positions were on fire, the forest was on fire.
Grigori held the long bayonet as if he were a knight with a sword, facing the soaring flames.
At this moment, a messenger riding a horse came galloping from the city: "The whole army is to break out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded! The whole army is to break out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded!"
Grigori said in a deep voice, "You heard that."
His voice, like the sound of the mother river, wasn't loud, yet no one could ignore it, easily piercing through the crackling flames.
Grigori: "Those who can walk, stand up; those who can't, please raise your hands—we still have grenades at least."
