第一章:世界末日(3)(2)
Pyotr Andreevich fell silent, gazing into the fire. Artyom gave a loud cough and said, 'Yeah...I should've shot the thing, of course...I was an idiot.'
忽然一声大喊从南边,车站方向传来:“嘿~那儿的,四百米那儿的!一切正常吗?”
A shout came from the south, from the direction of the station: 'Hey there, at the four-hundredth metre! Everything OK there?'
彼得·安德烈维奇从火光中缓过神,将双手环成喇叭模样,大声回应道:“过来点儿!我们这儿有情况!”
Pyotre Andreevich folded his hands into the shape of a megaphone and shouted in reply: 'Come closer! We've got a situation here!'
从车站隧道方向缓缓出现了三个人影,他们的手电筒晃动着,似乎是三百米处的巡逻队成员。直到完全被篝火的火光照射到,他们才关闭手电,随意地坐了下来。
Three figures approached in the tunnel, from the station, their flashlights shining - probably patrol members from the three-hundredth metre. Stepping into the light of the fire, they put out their flashlights and sat down.
“哇哦,彼得,原来是你在这儿。我刚还在想呢,今天会是谁被派来值守边境呢?”一个高阶巡逻军官一边笑,一边从他的战术背包中甩出一根烟。
'Hi there, Pyotr! So it's you here. And I'm thinking to myself - who'd they send off to the edge of the earth today?' said the senior patrolman, smiling and shaking a cigarette from his pack.