Colonel Albert was riding his horse, and as soon as he charged out of the trench, he was terrified by the sight before him.
Blood and corpses were everywhere. Infantrymen, with bayonets fixed, charged forward in waves like ants. They howled as they stepped over the bodies of their comrades, only to be pierced by the dense rain of bullets, leaving holes in their bodies.
Blood splattered, and screams filled the air.
Some were shot through, clutching their wounds as they fell to the ground, crawling and wailing for help.
Others were hit in the head, their skulls exploding like watermelons, spewing out shocking streams of colorful fluids.
Some had their arms blown off, kneeling down in disbelief as they picked up their severed limbs, seemingly wanting to reattach them.
...
The dense bullets still swept across the battlefield like a sieve, deciding life and death not at the hands of the Germans, but by an invisible hand suspended in the air.
