"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Flares continually soared into the sky, their dazzling white light illuminating the surroundings as brightly as day. The British soldiers whose forms were exposed were immediately slaughtered by the German military's overwhelming firepower.
Machine guns, rifles, grenade launchers, and mortars all poured out firepower with reckless abandon, inflicting enormous casualties on the attacking British soldiers.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Dense shells fell like raindrops. With their firing data marked out beforehand, they could ensure that these shells landed in front of the German positions; generally speaking, it was impossible for them to accidentally hit their own men.
Countless British soldiers were torn to pieces in the explosions, severed limbs flying everywhere.
Though the night concealed this hellish scene, the stench of blood spreading through the air grew thicker and thicker, almost unbearable.
"Artillery! Have our artillery open fire immediately! Bombard the German positions! Their firepower is too powerful—if this continues, we won't be able to hold on!" General Haig ordered.
Although he had already witnessed the German military's formidable firepower on the French front, he had to admit that he had still underestimated it. After several months of rest and reorganization, German firepower seemed to have grown even stronger. Moreover, they had developed a complete set of tactics for dealing with enemy night raids. This was absolutely not good news for the British. It meant that winning this battle and driving the Germans into the sea would become even more difficult. Even if they paid a greater price, they might not necessarily succeed.
"But, General, our troops are already very close to the German positions. And it's night now—if we open fire, I'm afraid we might accidentally injure our own men," a commander said worriedly.
"The Germans aren't afraid, so why should we be? Their warships even dare