Before I knew it, it was finally dawn. Big Max opened his tired eyes, and the morning light was so soft, and the scent of the earth overshadowed the aftertaste of gunsmoke. The sound of guns and cannons seemed to belong to another world, and it was so quiet in my ears that I couldn't even hear the sound of birds.

Sitting up against the wall of the trench, Big Max looked around, and many of the soldiers were still wrapped in blankets and clothes and sleeping in the trenches. Not far away, several soldiers sat around a small pile of charcoal, and a metal lunch box was hanging from a tripod made of wooden sticks, from which a faint fragrance wafted out.

The allied artillery and bombardment destroyed almost everything in and out of Dumfries, so the battle lasted only one day, and the front line was in a desperate supply of ammunition, fuel, medical care, and even food and water. Lunch was not delivered, it felt excusable, dinner was not delivered, the soldiers couldn't help but worry, it was already the next morning, and the rear still did not send the war materials urgently needed at the front line, this is not going to keep the rhythm?

Unbeknownst to Big Max, the day before, the coalition forces had dispatched tens of thousands of warplanes, and in addition to wrestling air supremacy from the Scottish Air Force, they had also carried out devastating strikes on military and transportation facilities in the depths. From noon, the frequent sorties of coalition fighters shifted the targets from the air to the ground, and they used guided rockets and airborne machine guns to attack trains, automobiles, and even horse-drawn carriages and ox carts within 200 kilometers of the border, completely paralyzing the logistics and transportation of the Scottish army. After nightfall, coalition planes airborne a large number of fake paratroopers and a small number of real paratroopers all over the south of Scotland, real and false, false and real, on the one hand, the mobile force of the Scottish army was exhausted, and on the other hand, it continued to intercept the logistics and transportation of the Scottish army, which is why the front line troops of the Scots will not be able to get supplies for a long time!

In desperation, Big Max pulled out a small half of the remaining field rations from his pocket. Whole-wheat baked biscuits, chocolate bars with oat flour, savoury beef jerky, coffee and sugar, the Scottish Army's field rations were relatively abundant in terms of variety, but on the eve of the war, each soldier only had one field ration in his bag, and even if it was very economical, it could only last 2-3 meals.

Expectantly and reluctantly, I stuffed the biscuit into my mouth and chewed it a few bites, and it was dry and hard. I groped left and right, but I couldn't find the kettle.

Weapons are a soldier's first life, but sometimes the role of a kettle is more important than a weapon. Thinking about this, Big Max fumbled around again, and finally found the kettle half-buried in the earth under his buttocks, and shook it, fortunately, there was still a little bit of water.

Unscrewed the lid and carefully moistened his throat, and at that moment, the panicked shouts of the people suddenly sounded in his ears, and by the time Big Max got up from the trenches, the terrible whimper of the hand-cranked anti-aircraft siren was also heard.

A group of low-flying gray-and-white camouflage fighters came into view, and Big Max squinted his eyes, trying to discern whether they belonged to fighters or attack aircraft. At this moment, someone in the trench suddenly cheered loudly, turned his head, and saw two gray-green camouflage painted fighters flying from the opposite direction. They were light and muscular, and they seemed to be fast, and in the blink of an eye, they flew over their positions.

The blue and white St. Andrew's Cross logo under the wings is clearly the starlight in the dark night, which is a great encouragement to passers-by!

Seeing the figure of their own fighters, many soldiers in the trenches joined in the cheers, and some even waved their arms excitedly. I saw these two Scottish fighters rushing towards the enemy fleet with a pleasant humming sound, and took the lead in making a "da-da-da" cannon sound. Since it was daytime, standing on the ground and looking up, only vaguely discernible bullet tracks with tracer bullets could be recognized, and they headed straight for the enemy fleet in front. At this moment, the enemy fighters had already swung their wings sharply to dodge, and the Scottish fighters' first shot failed to take down the enemy plane, which made the soldiers watching the battle on the ground, including Max Max in the trench, can't help but hang their hearts.

The two Scottish fighters, who were outnumbered, quickly pulled up, and their climbing speed and attitude looked much more pleasing to the eye than their opponents. After forming a two-plane tactical formation, they stared at one of the gray and white camouflage fighters, and the lead plane fired two rockets first, followed by two rockets from the wingman. Although the enemy plane tried its best to dodge, it was finally half a beat slower, and was injured by the rocket that came from behind, dragging black smoke to the ground, and exploding in the open field.

The Scottish soldiers who were watching the battle on the ground suddenly burst into cheers, and Big Max's heart jumped a little. Judging from the scene, the Scottish fighters from their appearance to the first result of the battle are simply smooth, on the other hand, the enemy fighters with an absolute advantage in numbers are like a group of wild boars that have not yet woken up.

Without waiting for the Scottish soldiers on the ground to rejoice for a while, the enemy fighters who had recovered from their senses regained the initiative by virtue of their numerical superiority, rockets dragging white trails through the air, and the crisp sound of machine guns and cannons like fried beans came and went.

Moments later, a Scottish fighter was shot by an enemy fighter and fell in a trail of smoke.

Before the plane fell, the Scottish pilot finally parachuted in time, and the white umbrella flowers bloomed in the air, but with an indelible sentimentality. Instead of sniping the parachute pilot, the enemy fighter chased another Scottish fighter and the sheer disadvantage on the battlefield did not make it flee in disarray. Dexterous warhawks juggle and roll in the air, reminiscent of knights struggling to dodge swords and spears caught in enemy formations. With the calm operation of the pilot and the superior performance of the fighter itself, it even found an opportunity to attack again and opened fire at one point, but this blow not only failed to kill the opponent, but was found by other enemy planes, and finally ended up as bleak as its companion.

The air battle ended, but the battle did not end there. Amid the hasty shouts of the Scottish soldiers, those gray-and-white camouflage war eagles swooped down. Even without bombs, they are capable of killing defenders on positions with their cannons and machine guns. A barrage of bullets whizzed through the air, and the trenches and the surrounding ground were suddenly stirred up with large clouds of dust and mud. In a hurry, Big Max cowered straight to the bottom of the trench like most soldiers. However, before effective anti-aircraft fire was formed, enemy fighters almost always fired at low altitudes along the trenches......

Time was flowing slowly, the machine guns were still roaring, but they sounded like they were coming from close range, and the rumbling of cannon was "long overdue", and the fireworks-like explosions drowned out the hum of machinery that once hung overhead. Gradually, the sound of people shouting and talking in the trenches was restored.

Although the strafing fire of the enemy fighters was driven away by the anti-aircraft fire of the defenders, this was only the beginning of the nightmare for the Scottish soldiers. As soon as the gray-and-white camouflage fighters left, a large group of black dots appeared in the northeastern sky, and the air defense sirens on the entire defending front were hissing, one after another, like a song of mournful music. This time, there was no glimmer of hope in the sky behind them, and all the soldiers could rely on was a few anti-aircraft guns, machine guns, and their own sincere prayers.

The black dots quickly approached the line, and the dull humming sound made people feel uneasy.

Big Max heard an officer shouting "withdraw to the second-line position", but then someone yelled "hide in place", and he was a little overwhelmed by the contradictory instructions. Suddenly, the soldier next to him pulled him, and the whole person fell to the bottom of the trench. In an instant, a strange cry came from outside the trench, because of the reclining posture, his eyes naturally turned to the sky, and suddenly saw a big bird spread its wings and swept over the trench, the shock of the scene was indescribable, and after just a few seconds, there were many large birds whistling past, the height was so low that not only the St. George cross logo under the wings, but also the rivets on the fuselage could be faintly distinguished, and the pylons on their bellies and under the wings were empty at this time......

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The explosion of the landslide and the earth cracked continuously, and the tremor was perhaps stronger than that of an eight-magnitude earthquake, and people were almost shaken off the ground even when they were lying down, not to mention staying standing! The continuous and intense impact made Big Max feel as if his internal organs were about to burst, and his hands were tightly covering his ears, but his eardrums were still painful. The blue sky and white clouds have not changed, but the sight is obscured by the splashing dust and sand, they have flown high into the air, under the action of gravity, when they return to the ground, they have strong kinetic energy, smashed on the steel helmet as a sound, and the pain of falling directly on the body is conceivable.

The tsunami-like explosion lasted four or five minutes, and dozens of enemy warplanes flew over the trenches. The anti-aircraft guns on the defensive line roared incessantly, but this time there was no noticeable effect. No one was to be seen moving around in the trenches, and in fact, Big Max had his eyes closed most of the time, only struggling to look up at his surroundings during the brief interval when the intensity of the explosion had diminished slightly—as far as could be seen, some of the trenches had collapsed, and it would take hours to rebuild them. You can see your soldiers lying on their stomachs, or curled up like hedgehogs.

He persevered so tenaciously that by the time the tremor on the ground had subsided, Big Max was deaf and could no longer hear anything but the constant humming.

After some time, the ground finally stopped shaking, and Big Max looked left and right, and his companions were all turned into clay figures, sitting in various postures in the trenches, and it was no longer clear from the outside that they were dead or alive......

"Get ready to fight! All of them! Get ready for battle! ”

Driven by the officers, the surviving soldiers stood up one after another. When Big Max poked out of the trench, he was immediately shocked by what he saw: the countless craters around the position had turned this place into the surface of the moon, the zigzag trenches had been divided by multiple collapses, and some of the soldiers must have been buried underneath without knowing whether they were alive or dead, but it seemed that there was little time left for the defenders to clean up and rescue, because in the open area opposite the position, hundreds of chariots were pouring like ant colonies, and in the distance there were thousands of enemy soldiers. From a distance, this time the black tide is even more turbulent and violent, can the broken river embankment still be able to withstand it?

Big Max was completely empty in his heart!