Major General Schneider thought he might be about to give up the ghost at the front line.
He had heard before that Rocossov liked to use artillery, but he never imagined it would be "used" like this.
He suspected that there were 1,000 pieces of heavy artillery firing at them now, the shells practically flipping the entire camp upside down.
According to statistics from the Prosen High Command, Rocossov had directly or indirectly killed four major generals with his artillery, and now Schneider worried that he might become the fifth.
Amidst the earth-shaking bombardment, he took out a notebook and begun to write his will with a trembling pencil, "My dearest Erika, if you are reading this... Damn, why the hell am I writing if you are reading this!"
As if in response to his words, the roof of the artillery observation post they were in—an improvised roof made from wood and ropes that was practically only a psychological comfort against shelling—suddenly collapsed.
