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Several
soldiers
gathered
by
the
wall
of
the
trench
,
looking
out
to
see
what
was
happening
in
front
.
"
They
've
withdrawn
the
front
line
,
it
has
retired
,
"
said
they
,
pointing
over
the
earthwork
.
"
Mind
your
own
business
,
"
an
old
sergeant
shouted
at
them
.
"
If
they
've
retired
it
's
because
there
's
work
for
them
to
do
farther
back
.
"
And
the
sergeant
,
taking
one
of
the
men
by
the
shoulders
,
gave
him
a
shove
with
his
knee
.
This
was
followed
by
a
burst
of
laughter
.
"
To
the
fifth
gun
,
wheel
it
up
!
"
came
shouts
from
one
side
.
"
Now
then
,
all
together
,
like
bargees
!
"
rose
the
merry
voices
of
those
who
were
moving
the
gun
.
"
Oh
,
she
nearly
knocked
our
gentleman
's
hat
off
!
"
cried
the
red-faced
humorist
,
showing
his
teeth
chaffing
Pierre
.
"
Awkward
baggage
!
"
he
added
reproachfully
to
a
cannon
ball
that
struck
a
cannon
wheel
and
a
man
's
leg
.
"
Now
then
,
you
foxes
!
"
said
another
,
laughing
at
some
militiamen
who
,
stooping
low
,
entered
the
battery
to
carry
away
the
wounded
man
.
"
So
this
gruel
is
n't
to
your
taste
?
Oh
,
you
crows
!
You
're
scared
!
"
they
shouted
at
the
militiamen
who
stood
hesitating
before
the
man
whose
leg
had
been
torn
off
.
"
There
,
lads
...
oh
,
oh
!
"
they
mimicked
the
peasants
,
"
they
do
n't
like
it
at
all
!
"
