In the murky night, smoke gathers under the moon, accumulating more and more, eventually covering the entire city. The bright moonlight had vanished, and the lights in the city had been extinguished, leaving only a dim, colorless hell.

Gradually, there was a faint glow in the street, mingling with the darkness, forming a gray interval.

As the firelight approached, the terrible gloom was dispelled, and the roads on either side were replaced by a dull yellow.

But the house was still hidden in the darkness, and all that could be seen was the people walking slowly under the light source.

Dressed in fish-gray uniforms, they lined up in four columns, with one person carrying a torch every few people, and the light of the fire reflected the gloom on their faces.

Behind them, fish gray and dim yellow constantly appeared from the darkness, as if endlessly.

Unlike them, a dark white priest and a few men in dark blue uniforms sat in a simple carriage and drove in the opposite direction.

A few days ago, the commander of the Austro-Hungarian 27th Division, Kuster, died on the battlefield in Poland, but his body was returned to Lemberg (now Lviv) intact. It is said that the priest was invited to collect his body.

The carriage jolted all the way, eventually stopping at a school in the city.

The priest stepped out of the carriage and waited a while before he saw a figure out of the darkness.

The man walked towards the priest with a smile on his face, and began to say something, but was interrupted impatiently by the priest.

"Kalil Wade Kuster?"

"General Kuster? He's here, you wait. ”

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The man ran back in response, and in an instant he came out with a few men carrying a stretcher.

"He's General Kuster." The man pointed to the blurred black shadow on the stretcher, and at the same time took out a white cloth and covered it on the stretcher.

The priest nodded, waving his hand for the man behind him to carry away.

After handing over the body, the man asked with some concern:

"Sir, have you arranged everything?"

The priest hesitated, then replied firmly:

"That's for sure, I've got everything in order, and the great general will be buried in his hometown, Salzburg."

"That's great, good luck."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and walked away without looking back. It was then that the priest noticed that he was disheveled, as if he had just woken up.

The priest smiled, and the man took the stretcher and rode away in the carriage.

The carriage traveled all the way, and I don't know how long it took, and even the sky gradually became clearer, but it was still night.

Then a man said to the priest:

"Mr. Priest, I know you are in a hurry, but please consider us, knowing that we should have been in the Czech Republic, and that we are tired now."

The priest gave him some thought, and somewhat reluctantly agreed.

When they received this reply, they threw away their guns and lay down on the ground not long before falling asleep.

Hearing the sound of snoring coming from the ground, the priest got up cautiously, went to the side of the stretcher, lifted the white cloth, and saw only the black outline of the man.

The priest lit the lamp, and then he saw the whole picture of the body.

But apparently, the priest didn't care what he looked like, only saw the medal on his chest, the golden belt and the saber.

The priest gently drew his saber and found that it was also made of gold, which made his breathing shorter and shorter.

The priest reached out again, took a silver medallion, and held it tightly in his hand, intending to put it in his pocket.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the priest's chest splattered with bright red blood, and the lights next to him reflected his fallen figure.

The medal in his hand fell off, stained scarlet with his blood, and then disappeared in front of him with a pale face.

Outside the carriage, the first shot was only the beginning of the disaster, followed by a dozen more gunshots, killing the sleeping man.

The horses, alarmed by the sound of gunfire, drove the wagons uncontrollably and ran over several more people.

But it didn't go far before the car sank into a pit, and a wooden wheel was scrapped, but the horse was still running, which caused the carriage to fly obliquely, throwing the two bodies inside down the slope.

But in the dark night, I only saw the white figure and didn't fly far, and the gray one didn't know where to go.

Then several people came, carried away the priest's body, and they also tried to find the gray body, but to no avail.

When the day was completely clear, the general, who had been dead, suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for breath, and slowly got up holding the tree beside him.

Looking at everything around him, he was very confused.

He was originally a young Austrian officer in the 21st century who was killed by a bombing one day off the clock.

He looked at the 20th-century buildings and had some doubts, so he leaned against the tree, groped with his hand on his clothes a few times, took out a cigarette and match, lit it without hesitation, and smoked it.

While smoking, he did not forget to take out the file and read it carefully.

Putting the file back, he knew that he was in 1914 and had become a 49-year-old Austrian major general.

After lamenting that he was getting older, he remembered that he wanted to go back, but there were weeds all around, and there were no landmarks.

When he was confused, he was surprised to find that a scarlet medallion on his left hand had been turned into a map, which also marked his location.

But he was not intimidated, and using this map, he found the way, and there was also the wreckage of a carriage on the way. He felt that this thing was conspicuous enough, and he stopped here.

At this moment, the roar of cars was heard in the distance, and he fixed his eyes. Seeing that it was an officer with an anxious face who was driving, the officer also saw him, was overjoyed, and sped up.

When the car stopped nearby, the officer flew up to him, ignoring his dirt, and hugged him and shouted:

"It's really you! General, are you still alive?! ”

He was a little embarrassed, and after breaking away, he said:

"Please stop, Colonel Gerstoli, why are you here?"

Gerstoli paused, and said with a little sadness:

"After our division suffered heavy losses west of the Gnjira Lipa River, my infantry regiment was attacked by the Russians to the point that the whole army was annihilated.

After that, I had nothing to do, and when I heard that your funeral guard had an accident, I rushed over with a pistol.

I thought I would return in vain, but I didn't expect you're still alive! ”

"Hmm." Custe nodded, then asked him again:

"And then? What do we do now? ”

"We can only go to Gorodok now, Galic and Lemberg have fallen, Rava is also under heavy attack, once Rava falls, Gorodok will face the threat of being outflanked, I am afraid that it will not be long before we have to withdraw to the south bank of the Sang River."

"The battle is like this, we just shrink behind the Carpathians."

"Hey, who would have thought that we would fight like this, the hundreds of thousands of standing troops are almost exhausted, and they will be replaced by some kind of indiscriminate stuff. The next few days will be difficult. Let's not talk about it, get in the car, if we are lucky, we may be able to get the command of a force. ”

As soon as the two got into the car, Gelstoli lit a fire and, with a roar, drove towards Gorodok.