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第一幅估计是小日本侦察用的
第二幅好象是日本的豆坦克，小日本资源缺乏，只能造一些轻型，超轻型坦克
第三幅是小日本的伪装，不是真的坦克
第四幅应该是德国的坦克第一个：阻空气球，用于干扰敌军轰炸机视线或阻碍其航线，降低其轰炸精度；因为没看到气球细部特征，也有气象气球的可能性。
第二个：意大利制造CV30/33超轻型坦克，从图片上看后面还有一个拖车，说明是改装过的喷火坦克。
第三个：我军自制的雷诺FT17坦克假目标。
第四个：被日军俘获的德制1号坦克，应该是在南京城防战之后拍摄的。本人搞的怪东西多了,像《风语者》中那种铁皮单兵碉堡，遇到巴祖卡和火焰喷射器时的生存率为零。还有那个二式步枪，枪管可分成两截，实战表现很差。搞歪把子倒是别出心裁地想出了弹斗供弹的方式，结果后来因为这种方式又麻烦又不可靠，只好从中国缴获的ZB26那里盗版出96式和99式。

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James," said Mrs. Rushworth to her son, "I believe the wilderness will be new to all the party. The Miss Bertrams have never seen the wilderness yet." ¡¡¡¡ No objection was made, but for some time there seemed no inclination to move in any plan, or to any distance. All were attracted at first by the plants or the pheasants, and all dispersed about in happy independence. Mr. Crawford was the first to move forward to examine the capabilities of that end of the house. The lawn, bounded on each side by a high wall, contained beyond the first planted area a bowling-green,

and beyond the bowling-green a long terrace walk, backed by iron palisades, and commanding a view over them into the tops of the trees of the wilderness immediately adjoining. It was a good spot for fault-finding. Mr. Crawford was soon followed by Miss Bertram and Mr. Rushworth; and when, after a little time, the others began to form into parties, these three were found in busy consultation on

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At length the new postilions are in their saddles, and the old are left behind. We are through the village, up the hill, and down the hill, and on the low watery grounds. Suddenly, the postilions exchange speech with animated gesticulation, and the horses are pulled up, almost on their haunches. We are pursued? ¡¡¡¡"Ho! Within the carriage there. Speak then!" ¡¡¡¡"What is it?" asks Mr. Lorry, looking out at window. ¡¡¡¡"How many did they say?" ¡¡¡¡"I do not understand you." ¡¡¡¡"-At the last post. How many to the Guillotine to-day?" ¡

¡¡¡"Fifty-two." ¡¡¡¡"I said so! A brave number! My fellow-citizen here would have it forty-two; ten more heads are worth having. The Guillotine goes handsomely. I love it. Hi forward. Whoop!" The night comes on dark. He moves more; he is beginning to revive, and to speak intelligibly; he thinks they are still together; he asks him, by his name, what he has in his hand. O pity us, kind Heaven, and help us! Look out, look out, and see if we are pursued. ¡¡¡¡The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else. ¡¡¡¡

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You and your yes, Jerry," said Mr. Cruncher, taking a bite out of his bread-and-butter, and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer. "Ah! I think so. I believe you." ¡¡¡¡"You are going out to-night?" asked his decent wife, when he took another bite. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, I am." ¡¡¡¡"May I go with you, father?" asked his son, briskly. ¡¡¡¡"No, you mayn't. I'm a going- as your mother knows- a fishing. That's where I'm going to. Going a fishing." ¡¡

¡¡"Your fishing-rod gets rayther rusty; don't it, father?" ¡¡¡¡"Never you mind." ¡¡¡¡"Shall you bring any fish home, father?" ¡¡¡¡"If I don't, you'll have short commons, to-morrow," returned that gentleman, shaking his head; "that's questions enough for you; I ain't a going out, till you've been long abed."

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self-examination and repentance; and by inspecting the Tower of London; and going to the top of St. Paul's. All these wonders afforded Peggotty as much pleasure as she was able to enjoy, under existing circumstances: except, I think, St. Paul's, which, from her long attachment to her work-box, became a rival of the picture on the lid, and was, in some particulars, vanquished, she considered, by that work of art. ¡¡¡¡Peggotty's business, which was what we used to call 'common-form business' in the Commons (and very light and lucrative the common-form business was),
being settled, I took her down to the office one morning to pay her bill. Mr. Spenlow had stepped out, old Tiffey said, to get a gentleman sworn for a marriage licence; but as I knew he would be back directly, our place lying close to the Surrogate's, and to the Vicar-General's office too, I told Peggotty to wait. ¡¡¡¡We were a little like undertakers, in the Commons, as regarded Probate transactions; generally making it a rule to look more or less cut up, when we had to deal

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t the kind of day it was! I smell the fog that hung about the place; I see the hoar frost, ghostly, through it; I feel my rimy hair fall clammy on my cheek; I look along the dim perspective of the schoolroom, with a sputtering candle here and there to light up the foggy morning, and the breath of the boys wreathing and smoking in the raw cold as they blow upon their fingers, and tap their feet upon the floor. It was after breakfast,
and we had been summoned in from the playground, when Mr. Sharp entered and said: ¡¡¡¡'David Copperfield is to go into the parlour.' ¡¡¡¡I expected a hamper from Peggotty, and brightened at the order. Some of the boys about me put in their claim not to be forgotten in the distribution of the good things, as I got out of my seat with great alacrity.

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'Yon's our house, Mas'r Davy!' ¡¡¡¡I looked in all directions, as far as I could stare over the wilderness, and away at the sea, and away at the river, but no house could I make out. There was a black barge, or some other kind of superannuated boat, not far off, high and dry on the ground, with an iron funnel sticking out of it for a chimney and smoking very cosily; but nothing else in the way of a habitation that was visible to me. ¡¡¡¡'That's not it?' said I.
That ship-looking thing?' ¡¡¡¡'That's it, Mas'r Davy,' returned Ham. ¡¡¡¡If it had been Aladdin's palace, roc's egg and all, I suppose I could not have been more charmed with the romantic idea of living in it. There was a delightful door cut in the side, and it was roofed in, and there were little windows in it; but the wonderful charm of it was, that it was a real boat which had no doubt been upon the

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rheumatic old ladies had not to struggle in an undignified manner inorder to get to their feet. The seats of the chairs did not, as in so many modernhigh-priced armchairs, stop halfway between the high and the knee, thereby inflictingagony on those suffering from arthritis and sciatica; and they were not all of a pattern.There were straight backs and reclining backs, different widths to accommodate the slenderand the obese. People of almost any dimension could find a comfortable chair at Bertram's.
　　Since it was now the tea hour, the lounge hall wasfull. Not that the lounge hall was the only place where you could have tea. There was adrawing-room (chintz), a smoking-room, (by some hidden influence reserved for gentlemenonly) where vast chairs were of