human
Crack, crack, crack! of enemy machine gun and other bullets. It was evident that we had already traversed a mile of our way, and that only half a mile lay ahead of us. The enemy bullets were flying high. I heard no command; I do not think any command was given in words, but of a sudden we heard a
gpt
Click! to the left. No one even glanced in the direction. Every man fixed his bayonet. The man on the extreme left had fixed his, the
human
Click had warned his comrades eight paces away, and the ominous sound, ominous for Hans and Fritz,
gpt
Click, click, click!