The earth was riddled with wounds, craters everywhere from shell blasts, trenches dug by engineers etched deep scars across the land.
"Boom!"
A shell landed next to the crowd, dust mingled with shrapnel flying, and several dirt-smudged bodies fell to the ground.
"Ah, it's shelling!"
With a brief cry, all the soldiers instinctively dove into the trenches in an extremely short time.
Those who hadn't developed this habit — were either new recruits pulled from various places or dead bodies charred by explosions.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Sure enough, shells fell like raindrops, exploding around them again and again.
Except for one unlucky guy hit in the back of the head, everyone else was almost unscathed.
"It's stopped!"
"The shelling has stopped!"
"Damn Cassandra people, they all deserve to go to Hell!"
Someone howled, clutching a leg severed by shrapnel, rolling in the trench.
