The fierce exchange of fire shook everyone's eardrums. People kept screaming and collapsing, one after another. The things humanity had invented had brought people no beautiful memories, only countless disasters and suffering.
Just like at this moment, when a young soldier lay on the ground, gazing at the sky.
The reflection of the sky appeared in his pupils. Those eyes should have gone on to see many more beautiful sights.
But he and everything before his eyes would remain forever frozen at this moment! War was cruel. God demanded that people respect the lives of others, while war violated God's decree.
No one knew whether this counted as blasphemy, and even less did they know what role the military chaplains played.
When the final gunshot faded, the tense emotions gradually relaxed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
A soft, slightly sorrowful melody sounded in their ears. The people hidden in the darkness stood up and began applauding.
Without a doubt, this was a great work—a film.
It was unlike the films of the past, which always featured an unkillable squad and one or two protagonists who neither feared death nor died, with three or five people capable of turning the tide of a war.
This film had no protagonist. Or rather, everyone was the protagonist.
When people thought the young man with the handsome, sunny appearance who appeared first was the protagonist, a bullet blew his head apart twenty minutes into the film.
When people decided that the imposing officer who had repeatedly saved the battle was the protagonist, a bomb sent him flying into the sky.
In the end, the entire regiment was wiped out. As the screen turned black and white, photographs and names began appearing one after another.
They were all soldiers of the Landing Force,