Munitions Empire

Chapter 518 Shireck's Iron Shoes 489

Craters dotted the battlefield in countless numbers, varying in size. The heavily deformed trenches intertwined like a thread, stringing some of the craters together to resemble a pearl necklace when viewed from above.

Within this necklace of craters, an uncountable number of soldiers huddled, bracing for the impact of large-caliber shells that pounded the ground near them.

With each explosion, the earth beside them quivered, followed by falling mud and stones that clattered against their helmet rims.

Most of these soldiers were not wearing steel helmets, but rather caps with visors; they carried canvas ammunition pouches at their sides, filled with bullets.

As shells fell on both sides of their position, numerous fragments rained down, and the smoke raised by the blasts blanketed the sky, giving the battlefield the appearance of the end of the world.

The bombardment from large-caliber heavy artillery was terrifying for every soldier. Each firing of these 200 millimeter, or even 300 millimeter, heavy guns carried with them the force of utter annihilation.

In just two days, the Gobur Kingdom had poured 10,000 large-caliber shells onto the border, Shireck's 130 millimeter howitzers hammering Dorne Kingdom's positions as if they cost nothing.

Each shell explosion in the mud created a massive crater; due to the high density of craters, some overlapped, turning the earlier craters into crescents with successive blasts.

Along the edges of these craters were the corpses of Gobur soldiers as well as those from the Dorne Kingdom, some torn to shreds by the bombardment, others still intact.

Many soldiers were mutilated beyond recognition, their remaining halves missing arms or legs, while ragged uniforms hung from the twisted barbed wire, and deformed Shireck rifles and S3 rifles were scattered everywhere.

It was daytime, and the noise from the artillery made the generator's operation feasible. At night, the area relied on gas lamps for illumination or simply went dark.

After all, noise and light could attract enemy artillery; staying hidden was the golden rule for surviving longer on the battlefield.

"Report!" A non-commissioned officer with a briefcase squeezed into the command post, shook off the mud from his clothes, stood at attention, saluted, and handed the file to the duty officer: "Sir! This is the patrol report from the 2nd and 3rd Regiments."

To confirm their own troops' combat effectiveness and have a better understanding of the soldiers under their command, regular patrol inspections were essential.

Particularly under conditions of being shelled for hours every day, maintaining morale was an imperative task for every commander.

The officer on duty took the report, glanced at a few figures, then flipped to the previous day's report for comparison, and subsequently signed his name on the new report.

The data from the two inspections showed little change, which was good news for him: this meant that the enemy hadn't mounted a significant attack the previous day, and their own side hadn't attacked the enemy positions either. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Since each assault would cost the enemy at least 1,000 men, and their counterattacks would result in roughly the same number of casualties, the absence of such high loss figures indicated that no major offensive or counter-offensive had occurred—a piece of good news.

"When will our artillery counterattack commence?" Having signed his name, the officer put down his pen and asked.

The non-commissioned officer stood at attention once again, then responded, "Report, sir! According to the plan, our artillery fire will commence in half an hour."

"Will the infantry participate in the counterattack?" the duty officer asked once more, inquiring of the message-bearing non-commissioned officer.