Two days later.
The main battlefield in Silesia, the front line near Legnica.
Lieutenant Colonel Heine, the Austrian infantry battalion commander, was leisurely lying on a soft chair, accompanied by the intermittent booming of cannons, as he watched his hunting dog "Mainmast" tear at some tree roots nearby.
For the past few months, the Prussian and Austrian forces had been hunkering behind their lines, blindly firing at the opposite side with their eyes closed, and the dog had long since grown accustomed to the noise.
Suddenly, the northwest side fell silent, and soon the cannons on Lieutenant Colonel Heine's side ceased firing as well.
Heine immediately frowned and stood up, while his hunting dog also began barking incessantly towards the artillery position.
