Under the roaring artillery fire, the sky gradually darkened, and the screams and shouts of killing echoed incessantly in the distance, perhaps by morning there would be thousands more corpses.
Marshal Maoqi, who had just arrived at the front, picked up the binoculars and stared intently at the battlefield. Due to the distance, he could only see the thick smoke from exploding shells.
A moment later, Maoqi sighed. The situation was far worse than he had anticipated. From the bombardment, it was clear the Russians had greatly improved since the past.
As night fell, both sides tacitly ceased fighting. A chilling wind began to howl, as if to awaken the souls of the dead.
Inside the Prussian Army headquarters, the newly arrived Marshal Maoqi began to rage.
"One week since the outbreak of war, and we haven't even taken the small fortress of Brest, what a bunch of incompetents.
