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A moment later, an adjutant arrived with the same order.

It was Prince Andrew.

The first thing he saw on riding up to the space where Tushin's guns were stationed was an unharnessed horse with a broken leg, that lay screaming piteously beside the harnessed horses.

Blood was gushing from its leg as from a spring.

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