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Snow is falling heavily upon this land, cover the place with a cold white color.

Artillery shells struck us hard, one shell hit near me which made me unconscious for a while. After waking up with the head filled with extreme dizziness and chaos, I tried to take a look at the situation.

Enemy artilleries is striking our trench, and right after the barrage, waves of enemy troops charging at us, they wore cream-brown uniform, holding tightly the rifles equiped with bayonet in their hands, they yelled their battlecry in the Berovian language.

-"Second-Lieutenant Zarsennberg!!"

I heard someone screamed my name, as I turned back to see who is it, a grey uniform soldier wearing a fur cap, in his position in the machine gun nest, due to the low tempature here (-10 degree celcius) his unstable breathing can be seen clearly as visible smokes.

I looked at his eyes in which might representing the situation of us. He is asking for command.

-"Hold the line! I want every gun to fire at the Berovian invaders! Reinforcements will be here soon!!"

I ordered.

Pulling out my Mauser C96 pistol, I started firing along with the soldiers in the trench, from pistol, rifles to machine guns, we fired everything we got with the hope to stop, or at least, slow down the invader's advance.

Bodies fell on the snow ground as the bullet rain hit them, leaving their body with many bullets, the blood dye the snow red.

The artillery barrage started again, and now it hit harder than the previous one.

A shell struck right near my position, immediately suppressed our gunfire, I coughed due to the large ammount of gunpowder smoke emited, after the smoke disappeared and everything becoming more visible, the situation was worse than I thought.

A large hole was created thanks to the impact of the shell, corpses of the soldiers were brutally destroyed, screams of agony can be heard throughout the trenches, some lost one or two hands, legs, some lost the whole of their lower body, the devastating Berovian artillery strike made a large weak point in our defense lines.

More and more shells head straight to us, as the dark and cloudy sky with weak sunlights brightened by the enemy artillery, they showered us in a rain of brutal, strikes without mercy.

Snow and dirt underground being shoved up when each shell hit, we can't do anything else than get down and try to cover ourselves from the shells.

The enemy troops has able to reach the trench, they got down with their bayonets,and masscare us, they stab us, shoot us, using their guns, their bayonets and their knives, while screaming angrily and their voices are full of hatred.

The trenches became hell,in every meaning. Screams, blood, and brutality, etc...even myself are a part of it.

I slash an enemy soldier with my curved blade sabre, while using his corpse as a shield against two others aiming their rifles at me, and shoot both of them in the head with my pistol.

After finishing with those three, I continue my bloodlust, killing every single berovian in my sight, my bloodlust overwehlmed their anger and hatress, my sabre instead of having a shiny silver color, now turn red dyed by blood, just like the snow.

A grenade exploded right in front of me, I was busy stabbing an enemy continously so couldn't have enough time to react, as result,I was blown away.

My conscious is losing, my sight becoming more blurry and the sounds I hear turn into painful random noises like a plate being throw on the floor, the last thing I remember and saw...was another grenade explode mid air above me, and everything turns dark...