第九次冲锋被击溃下来的时候,他悲愤得像一头因重创而恐怖、因恐怖而咆哮的困兽,禁不住仰天嚎叫了一声。这是悲鸣,粗壮的悲鸣,似雄狮的怒吼,歇斯底里,撕心裂肺,荡出了不祥的回声。回声在紧张欲爆的空气中扩张、蔓延、瞬间越过山峰,传得很远、很远。 When the Ninth Charge was crushed, he was as miserable as a beast that roared because of the horror and could not help but howling in the sky. This is a sad, stout grief, like a roar of roosters, hysteria, piercing, swinging the ominous echo. Echoes in the tension of the air to expand, spread, instantly crossed the mountain, spread far, far away.