This was Xie De's first time facing war head-on.
Perhaps Bearded Man wanted to put him in his place. For the very first attack they planned, he sent Xie De straight to the front lines, supposedly to set an example for the soldiers.
Though the demon's contract made this army exceptionally fierce, artillery thundered nonstop at the front. In this era, armies had already begun using firearms, and the danger on the front lines was unimaginable.
Gun smoke drifted over scorched earth, the smell of powder mingling with blood. Tattered banners tore in the wind, and broken spears jutted at angles from the mud. It wasn't utterly barren like the battlefields on television, but blackened patches were everywhere.
Xie De tucked his hair beneath his military cap, silently cursing Bearded Man over and over for being an inhuman bastard.
He wore a uniform befitting a colonel. The butler had fixed its loose threads and ironed it until it lay perfectly smooth.
Every army had its own uniform in this era, but to make his more attractive and entice people to enlist, Bearded Man had actually consulted the demon specifically about its design.
So although the current uniforms weren't as handsome as D Country's later ones, they still showed decent taste: long, high-collared coats with cuff buttons, mostly blue and black, and a belt.
A shell flew over Xie De's head, its blast of hot air blowing dust all over his face. Before he could react, another enemy soldier charged at him.
He carried the two handguns he had obtained in the instance, the Glock and the revolver. He raised his hand and shot the man in the head.
"Now I know why the instance gave me the task of staying alive. Look at this mess. Do you think I can