Boom! Boom-boom-boom!
Accompanied by wave after wave of fierce shelling, the dazzling fireworks of exploding shells directly illuminated the battlefield in the predawn darkness.
For the Polish Army, hastily deployed along the border, this was the first time since its founding that it had experienced such large-scale, terrifying bombardment.
This was actually quite normal. Nearly twenty years had passed since World War I. Those who had experienced it had already grown old, making it nearly impossible for them to remain in the army.
The few who had stayed in the military were all high-ranking officers. They were either commanders of an Army Group or stood at the pinnacle of their respective countries' militaries. It was impossible for them to appear on the front line.
Although some of the Polish soldiers at the front had experienced war, their enemies had never possessed so many shells to squander.
Their lack of experience made the Polish Army react slowly. The panic among the rank and file affected the entire army's operations, as well as the speed of its counterattack.
By the time the Polish Army remembered to retaliate against the German Army, more than ten minutes had passed since the bombardment of the front began.
Although the Polish Army had stopped panicking, those ten-plus minutes of bombardment had inflicted irreparable losses.
The casualties included more than a hundred personnel, while many weapons and pieces of equipment had also been blasted to pieces. At the very least, they could no longer be used.
The loss of some weapons and equipment made the Polish Army, already outmatched in artillery, even more awkwardly placed.
They were facing concentrated bombardment from more than a thousand guns, while the number of guns they could bring out in retaliation was not even a hundred.
Worse still, because visibility was