Previously, in the last year of study, educational institutions held training camps … with a trip to nature for three days … tents, bonfires, digging trenches … and other romance … well, at night, as it should be, sentries were exhibited … with training machines …
So this is the story itself … in the morning I got out of the tent to the wind … I hear someone's screams quietly … but they were located in the fishing line … on one side there is a river, on the other, a field and a road along the edge … well, I look out of the trees and see … from the side of the village to our a crowd rushing towards … a hundred people … women … men … with a pitchfork … a rake … and other entrenching tools … well, I ran to the camp raised the alarm … the people were mostly in what they were over the river into the float … and our military … jumped out of the tent in shorts, a tunic and a cap … after a short panic with a support group, he went towards the local population … the crowd saw us slowed down … the district police officer came forward … after negotiations with him it turned out … a sentry with a training machine gun … having heard the engine of a truck driving with milkmaids went out on the road just to see … in the morning fog, a silhouette with a machine gun, the driver did not tempt fate and rushed through the arable land to the village … where a raid was quickly organized … even then struck with a rake against the machine gun …