From Our Special War Correspondent.
Changtsun, Nov. 8.
On the night of November 1, the Allies sapped steadily towards the five German redoubts under a brisk fire from pompous and maxims, star-shells thrown up by the enemy streaking the darkness with banks of light reflected miles away. The fever of approaching hand-to-hand conflict was beginning to run through the trenches from Fusanso, and before daylight cool daring had accomplished extraordinary feats. Two Japanese officers, for example, Lieutenants Takatsu and Fukakusa, succeeded, in spite of barbed-wire entanglements, in penetrating Redoubt No. 3 making a thorough reconnaissance and es: caping with slight wounds from a shower of rifle bullets. Major Knox of the Sikhs—destined to be hit a few hours later—went alone to bridge just in front of the British lines, cut some of its wire entanglements and removed a mine.
"Sapping under fire is quite an exciting experience," said another British officer to me a few hours after he had experienced it. "You dig like maniac, hear all sorts of nasty. hard things whistling over you and plumping into the ground all round, see @ man quite close bunch forward in a heap, and think the absurdest, most trivial things. Then the next lot comes along to
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