The sound of shelling shattered the silence.
They sliced through the sky like sharp sickles, cutting open the rain curtain, drawing clear trajectories aimed directly at the US Army's position.
The sound, initially like a low hum of orchestral music, rapidly turned into a loud wail, instilling fear and disgust.
Finally, amidst the loud "rumbling" noise, the shells exploded around and behind the positions.
Fire, smoke, violent tremors, all seemed like a dream.
The US soldiers, who had never experienced such spectacle, had their disguises shattered by the terrifying energy; the shells seemed to strike not their positions but directly their souls and hearts.
Some instinctively huddled, wishing they could burrow underground.
Some stared blankly at the scene, refusing to believe they were in the midst of it.
Others uncontrollably shouted and ran regardless of everything.
But soon, they were tossed into the air like rags amidst the shockwaves, finally disappearing.
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