The snow flew like a madman in the wind, falling from the sky and covering the entire Hindenburg line. The biting cold wind howled wildly, blowing on the face like a sharp knife scraping a thorn. A corporal-looking British soldier crawled out of the dirt hole with his waist bent, still muttering incessantly, as if complaining about the ghost weather, and as if he was extremely reluctant to get out of the relatively warm earth hole. With great difficulty, he moved his clumsy body and climbed to the edge of the trench, and as soon as he showed half of his head, he slid down the trench like a pile of cotton wool, and a pool of bright red blood soaked in the snow......

Germany concentrated its forces on the Western Front in an attempt to end the war as soon as possible by defeating the Anglo-French forces in the summer of 1918 before the main forces of the American army went to Europe to enter the war. From the winter of 1917, the fighting on the Western Front was mainly borne by the British army. In the second half of the year, the British army, with the support of American equipment, launched several attacks against the Hoffmann Line, paying heavy casualties, but still could not get out of the predicament.

The British and German positions were not too far apart, as each side was looking for positions for the other's main artillery attacks, and the battlefield was relatively quiet except for the cold shots. The wind and snow were too great for the soldiers to withstand the biting cold wind of more than ten degrees below zero, so they had to hide and wait according to the ravines they had quietly dug. There was no danger to defend in the vast field, and the snow was very dazzling, as long as someone quietly poked their heads out, they could not escape the keen eyes of the shooters, and in order to save their lives, both sides were quietly cats in their deep trenches, and they did not even dare to come out of the atmosphere. For two days and two nights, the hungry soldiers could only nibble on iron-cold compressed biscuits and swallow slowly with snowflakes. Time seems to be frozen, making people immortal, alive and unconscious, and they are about to go crazy. However, everyone from the commander to the soldier knows that in this special situation, the two sides are comparing patience and endurance, comparing who can withstand hunger, and who can survive the extreme cold to the end. This kind of quiet waiting that life is worse than death, and the soldiers feel that life is quietly passing away.

The cold wind was still blowing, the snow was blowing down, a British soldier was about to complain, suddenly, a touch thunder exploded from the position, several soldiers' limbs and organs along with the dirt flew into the air, and then, the whole position was blazing, gunpowder smoke was filled, immersed in endless shaking and shaking, people kept being shot and fell, people kept being injured and wailing, the snow was no longer white snow, but bright red blood and mutilated limbs. The German shells poured into the British positions like madness, and the people who were still alive were torn apart with the earth and vanished in an instant. The dead, liberated, and wounded, can only lie on the spot and moan, howling, staring at the eyes of distress and despair, waiting for themselves to spit out the last breath of free breath, people can only watch, no one can do anything, no one is insensitive. Maybe it's their turn next, and the soldiers prayed to God in their hearts, hoping that the shrapnel from the shells would give them a good time.

Suddenly, a soldier rushed out of the trench crying as if he had gone crazy, and the others were just about to pull him down, when in an instant, a shell engulfed him.

Behind the British positions was a dense pine forest, and not far ahead of them was the German Hindenburg Line. Compared with the German trenches, the British positions were only concealed by relying on the natural terrain, that is, they had quietly lurked the night before.

The whistle of the bullets sounded, and the snowflakes flew in clusters, sometimes scraping against the dead grass and stones, making a "rustle...... The sound of chirping ......". The veterans are not afraid of artillery, but they are afraid that shrapnel will keep buzzing in their ears like a bumblebee flying all over the sky, and they will hang up if they are not careful.

THERE WAS A SERIES OF HISSING SOUNDS OVERHEAD, WHICH WERE THE BRITISH 150MM HOWITZERS. The soldiers, lying on their backs in the snow and waiting for the German shells to fall, began to open their eyes at the parabola of the shells fired at the Germans from behind their positions, which were white lines like fireworks, tail depressions, the glow of death. Death is a matter of an instant, it is not so terrible anymore, the soldiers have long had no hope of living, rather than freezing and starving to death like this, it is better to fight him to the death. But they can't do anything right now.

At this moment, the German positions were also on fire.

At noon, the British army sounded the trumpet of the charge, and immediately after, the trumpet of the German army began to blow, and the two sides almost simultaneously carried out a group charge...... The black-pressed crowd rushed out of their respective trenches, shouting and gathering between the positions of the two armies.

The soldiers, who had been holding back for two days and two nights, were furious, and desperately crawled out of the trenches, as if they were going to a feast of chicken blood, and rushed to each other. At first, some people couldn't take a step, and the heavy cotton coats made them always less agile to run, so they took off their cotton coats and even rushed forward shirtless. The soldiers in front of them were already in close quarters, and the soldiers behind were still squeezing forward. Slowly, the scope of the fight spread throughout the Hindenburg Line. It was now time for the soldiers to speak with their chests and bayonets, and the shouts of killing rose higher and higher. The few central points of the fight were already inaccessible, and there were no snowflakes or dirt on the ground, only flowing red and extremely twisted corpses. Stampede was part of the deaths, however, most of the soldiers died from the spears of their opponents, in strange shapes, with staring eyes, open mouths, missing arms and legs......

The flags of both sides of the war have been changed beyond recognition, and even trampled into mud. These people, who usually have no acquaintance and no grudges, now only want each other to die, they have no thoughts, no perceptions, and are completely just killing machines.

There was a strange phenomenon on the battlefield, a very young German soldier stood in the center of the tearing scene, all the time with his gun on his shoulder, his face was covered with dirt, while his bayonet was very clean, when everyone was fighting, he just stood there helplessly crying. The spear stabbed him in the chest countless times, but he did not dodge or dodge, and turned a blind eye, however, all the bayonets that poked at him quietly retracted......

Night fell, those who still had a breath were still fighting to the death, the shouts of killing were no longer as majestic and powerful as they were at the beginning, they were no longer so indomitable, and even if they were, they lacked spiritual awareness, and even if they were, they were hoarse. Next, the battlefield slowly calmed down and became silent......

The snow was still falling, and the situation on the ground soon ceased to be so shocking, the vast white snow, the ups and downs, the spears that rose upwards in the snow and the arms that stretched out to the sky, in the snow of the night, like the dead branches left over the wilderness for many years. Nature is still so harmonious, still so peaceful and peaceful......