Boom! Boom! Boom!
The German Navy's Naval Guns unleashed a fierce bombardment. The German Army's artillery joined in as well. Shells rained down from the sky, inflicting grievous casualties on the attacking Anglo-Indian Army.
It could be said that this was absolutely the fiercest bombardment these Anglo-Indian troops had experienced in all their lives. To many of them, the scene was no different from hell itself.
"Shiva! Are the Germans demons? Otherwise, how could they possess such devilish firepower? How could we possibly defeat Germans as powerful as demons?!"
"Run! If we don't run now, we're dead for sure!"
The Indian soldiers forgot their mission and responsibilities and fled for their lives. At that moment, nothing mattered more than preserving their own miserable little lives.
The Anglo-Indian Army's offensive could not even break through the German military's artillery blockade, much less threaten the German defensive line. Even if they somehow broke through the artillery blockade, dense firepower from the German positions still awaited them.
This inflicted enormous casualties on the British forces, yet they still could not breach the German defensive line. When victory was nowhere in sight and all that awaited them was death, even elite troops would suffer a devastating blow to their morale. Much less these Anglo-Indian troops, with their poor combat effectiveness and fragile will to fight.
"General, this is already our fifth failure. Our army corps alone has suffered more than fifty thousand casualties. It has not even been half a day. If this continues, our entire army corps will collapse." Lieutenant General Paul, Commander of the Anglo-Indian Army's 11th Army Corps, complained.
Although the 11th Army Corps was newly formed and had terrible combat capability to begin with, such staggering losses still pained him deeply.
"General Paul, there is no helping it. The Germans'