Suddenly, from afar came the strains of Beethoven's Fate Symphony.
The old man stopped his struggle with the cow's fascia and looked up in the direction of the music.
She saw the Anteans' skirmish line appear.
The three-year-old grandson stood up, using the stick smeared with feces in his hand as a gun, and "fired" at the distant Antean skirmish line.
The old man snatched the stick, broke it, and threw it aside, then pulled the child behind her.
The child burst into loud tears.
The old lady shouted, "Do you see those people in the distance? That's Rocossov's army!"
The child immediately shut his mouth, clenched his teeth, and tears flowed profusely, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
The Fate Symphony grew louder and louder, as Ante soldiers passed by the cow's corpse, all eyes on the half-cut cow fascia.
Suddenly, an Ante soldier pulled a can from his pocket, opened it with a bayonet, and placed it at the old lady's feet.
