But just as they were diligently digging holes, something happened.
From the northwest direction, there were figures darting about.
The soldiers immediately became tense.
Their holes weren't finished yet; in fact, there were still twenty minutes to go until the two-hour mark they were supposed to reach.
But on the battlefield, anything unexpected can happen. The enemy won't coordinate with your actions and arrive just when you say. They might have retreated early, or possibly sent out scouts or vanguards to ensure the safety of their rear.
The soldiers still had to hurry and get ready for combat, crawling into the unfinished and quite shallow foxholes; those who really had nowhere to hide could only crouch behind the iron bull trucks; using vehicles as cover on the battlefield is obviously not a great choice, but if you don't even have this option, you just have to find a spot and lie down.
