Onscreen, Brigadier General Schiller's back disappeared over the towering trench. He moved with the agility of an eager young man, and soon his figure blurred into the distance.
Then, from the first-person view, Simon Vayali's anxious shouts rang out clearly. "General Schiller! General! Division commander! I—@#*!"
The young commander, who always thought of himself as the brains of the operation, unleashed a string of curses that would have been censored on any public platform. He seemed to have completely forgotten that this footage would be broadcast across the entire universe.
Then again, the circumstances hardly allowed for a livestream! But couldn't they at least edit the recording first? What an incorrigibly single-minded man!
Of course, right then, the whole image began shaking violently. Colonel Simon Vayali had leaped out of the trench, too. He stopped calling for his division commander and instead shouted to his men, "Charge! Charge, soldiers of the Commune! Warriors who will never be slaves! The red star of victory is guiding us! Charge!"
Next, the blurred image showed a string of lightning and thunder, with increasingly severe frame drops, along with the clamor of static and the still-thunderous cries of men charging into battle.
The entire Thirty-Eighth Division had charged forward.
The video ended there. It had lasted a little over fifteen minutes, yet it had been so packed with information that it left one exhilarated and beside oneself.
Yu Lian looked at the now-dark screen and sighed, still reluctant to let the excitement go. His blood was surging. He was sure that if he'd been there, he would have thrown himself into battle, howling just like that old general.
"I vaguely remember... Brigadier General Schiller should be in his sixties this year, and he's always been in a staff position, with little experience commanding troops?