"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the Gefra people's firepower is much fiercer than before today!"
In the trenches, a Peng Joe Empire soldier watched the gunfire flashing nonstop from the distant fortifications. He couldn't help pulling his head back and crouching in the trench, sharing a cheap cigarette with his comrade.
Cigarettes were an important part of every country's military supplies. They could soothe the soldiers' restlessness to a considerable degree.
Of course, during special operations, such as night battles, smoking was forbidden.
At other times... nobody cared!
The soldier beside him nodded as well. "I feel like they're working especially hard today. Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks so!"
Behind them, along the Iron Bucket Defense Line, the muzzle flashes from the machine guns had barely stopped! Apart from brief pauses to change barrels, they had been firing nonstop most of the time!
In fact, nobody would be stupid enough to charge straight at the defensive line. Before those fortifications were destroyed by artillery fire, the battle was still a positional war.
The artillery of both sides bombarded each other without pause, while the planes in the sky fought fiercely. Smoke and gunpowder filled the battlefield.
They might occasionally see the bodies of some comrades, but no one in the trenches had considered crawling out to drag them back.
One careless move, and they would become another corpse.
As they spoke, a shell landed beside the trench. Sand and dirt were blasted high into the air, then quickly fell back down.
The two soldiers lowered their heads. Once the dirt stopped falling, they continued chatting as if nothing had happened.
"Since this morning, their firepower has been extremely fierce. Maybe they've realized something. This is just the resistance of people on the