The long time began with the sound of artillery fire.

Cang Chao gathered all the artillery units he could muster and began to bombard the city of Frankfork. In response, our artillery units also began to bombard enemy positions in the middle of the city. Both sides have their losses, but by and large we have to lose a little more.

Cang Chao can use more heavy artillery. They took advantage of the unpreparedness of the Duchy of Turin to send an undercover force to capture these heavy artillery, which made the Duchy of Turin fall so quickly, and also led to the fact that the Middle-earth coalition army can only be beaten passively.

Flames and smoke appeared all over the city. Almost all the soldiers had their faces blackened, spitting dust from their mouths, and enduring the shaking of the earth.

As the artillery fire intervened, it became clear to everyone that the real battle was about to begin, and the soldiers had to brace themselves, squint, and be wary of everything beyond the smoke.

The enemy began to attack on all fronts.

Gunshots began to rang out, and two different languages began to fill the world.

The enemy storms, and we hold on until one side is completely destroyed.

As a result of the previous day's fighting, the reserves of red mercury had dropped sharply, and the Steam Armored Knights had to retreat from the main battlefield.

Armored units using ordinary steam-powered engines became the main force of the defenders, and they became one sturdy small mobile fortress after another, cooperating with the defenders to withstand the onslaught of the enemy.

The enemy's steam technology was also not to be underestimated, and they transformed some civilian steam locomotives into armored vehicles and appeared on the front line.

As a result, the street fighting became extremely brutal, and the once prosperous city of Frankfork was gone, becoming more and more defeated in the battle between the two sides. Some positions were lost, others were recaptured, and the well-organized defensive line gradually became inconsistent.

Snow on the second day of street fighting in Frankfork. In the snow, the enemy continued to assault the city's defenses. Maybe it's because the enemy is used to the weather.

The defenders relied on fortified buildings and barricades to resist the attacks of the Cang army.

In the early days, both sides, unfamiliar with large-scale modern urban street fighting, soon saw a large number of casualties. However, after paying a certain price, both sides of the battle began to adapt to the modern city, this new battlefield. For each strategic point, the two sides are engaged in a daily struggle to the death.

The often hand-to-hand positions are piled up with the corpses of the two soldiers who have not had time to dispose of them, and a tragic picture of hell appears on earth this winter.

Fortunately, due to the low temperature, no plague was caused. When both sides have a little free time, they will still choose to bury the corpse, or sprinkle a little lime powder to prevent the corpse from decomposing and causing the plague.

Snow is the most unbearable weather for wounded or sick soldiers, second only to rainstorms. The weather is very torturous.

The heat of the constant stripping caused the body temperature to drop so that the wounded soldiers had to wrap themselves in thick blankets, but the snow would wet the blankets, and no one could bear the wet feeling, let alone the wounded.

Luden. Feng. Dolph was a medic in the 25th Division of the Infantry Regiment of the Kingdom of the Rhine. He graduated from the medical school of the National College of the Kingdom of the Rhine and was also a Junker nobleman.

As an ancient military aristocrat of the kingdom, he was traditionally trained in military skills by his family's teachers from an early age, but apparently his parents never imagined that he would use them.

Middle-earth, which has been peaceful for hundreds of years, has flourished at the same time, but it has also worn out the will to fight.

In order to respond to the call of the motherland to protect his family and defend the country, after the outbreak of this war, he chose to leave a stable life to join the army.

His original intention was to become a field medic and fight on the front line of the battlefield, but his parents' worries and connections led him to become a rear medic in the rear.

At first he was very irritated and annoyed by this situation, and he had the impression that war seemed to be a glorious thing, and what a heroic act it was to kill the enemy with a firearm and wound his country.

However, the war for several days made him fully aware of the cruelty of war and his own naivety, even the place in the rear did not make him feel safe, and now, he does not know whether his parents' original decision was good or bad.

As a result of the enemy's swift and costless attacks, the front line was quickly breached through several gaps, through which the enemy swam in, and some of the relatively safe rear areas inevitably became the front line, and he took up his guns to engage the enemy as he wished.

In order to fill the gap as soon as possible, his unit was ordered to be stationed in the library. The soldiers immediately marched day and night, while constantly destroying small groups of enemy infiltration, and advanced in the direction of the library.

After a few days of war, he quickly grew into a veteran. Sent by the commander to the front line of the library line as a field doctor.

At this time, he was shuttling through the trench passage and began to treat the wounded. However, due to the excessive number of wounded soldiers and the shortage of medical supplies and rest space due to the heavy attacks of the enemy, some of the lightly wounded could only rest in the battle trenches on the periphery.

These trenches were small in width and zigzag to improve the survival rate of soldiers in the shelling, and did not provide a good rest for the wounded, but at least they were a place to recuperate compared to dangerous barricades and ground positions.

A bitterly cold wind whipped the fluff on Luden's military coat. No matter how fast Luden was, there were still wounded who ushered in their eternal sleep in this cold and snowy day.

After giving a rudimentary prayer to his deceased comrades, he asked the guards who followed and protected him to hastily wrap the bodies of his comrades in leather blankets, which were originally used as quilts, and asked the passing soldiers to help move them to the temporary cemetery near the trenches.

After a while, several shells came with a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and these artillery pieces captured by the Cang Dynasty began their daily attacks. Luden and his entourage immediately crouched down in the trench, buried their heads, and pressed against the side wall of the trench. In the face of artillery fire, you can only hide in the trenches and pray to the Spirit. In the face of this display of human violence, there is nothing human beings themselves can do.

The cannonballs kicked up dust and buried Luden, and he struggled to climb out, shaking off the dust from his body and spitting out the mud that had accidentally entered his mouth.

"Damn war."

He cursed, glanced at the guards who had not crawled out, dug away the dust, saw his closed eyes, trembled and touched his pulse, and it was gone. Luden wrapped his body in a blanket with some sadness, lowered his head, chanted a few words from the previous canon, and silently continued to walk alone towards the next trench. Behind him, a soldier who had been idle stood up and moved the body he had left behind.

Over the course of a few days, he became accustomed to life and death, and became more and more irritable with the sudden war. Greetings to the loved ones of the war, perhaps this is the voice of every Middle-earth coalition army. In today's rapid development of science and technology, too many people are full of expectations for the future, but such expectations have quickly become the dreams of some people.

"Fuck you, damn the war, damn the Cangchao."

Luden cursed as he moved forward. The guards are his closest comrades here.

The guard was a civilian who had come to join the army to earn money.

At first, Luden despised such people, because at that time he still thought that war was a sacred thing to gain glory through battle, how could it be the way to make money? However, after a few days of fighting, he realized that joining the army in order to earn money was not a courageous decision.

What's more, is he really just here to make money? There are so many ways to earn countless times more money than this, and instead of going to work, you come here, this place with death, the closest to hell, the farthest battlefield in heaven.

During the chat, he learned that he had a younger sister at home who had tuberculosis. Thanks to the development of science and technology to promote the development of medicine, tuberculosis has the hope of cure, he hopes to make meritorious contributions in this war, earn money for treatment, and of course, improve his status, you must know that even if there is no corresponding status, it is impossible to treat, and even the way can not be found. Ludon didn't know why he chose to be his bodyguard.

As a Junker aristocrat, he no longer cared about playing a role in this terrible war. Maybe he shouldn't have been allowed to follow him. Ludon wiped away the tears that had been shed. As long as he can return home alive, the gift money from his parents and the people around him is enough to treat the person who has tuberculosis, coupled with the aristocratic status of his parents, it is not difficult to treat a girl with tuberculosis, and when the war is over, just wait until the war is over.

But it's all buried in the trench just now. And such tragedies continue to happen here.

He walked alone, and if he could return alive, he thought, he must bring his sister here, to the place where his brother died, and tell her what a valiant soldier his brother was, and Luden swore that he would use all his life to tell the story of a legendary soldier.

He silently treated the wounded. He refused the command's continued help in sending escorts. He knew that now was the time for a shortage of troops. The enemy's surprise attack had to be thwarted, but they could not rely on reinforcements either.

"Damn war, fuck you!" He continued to curse and keep going. He understood the role of the Medic, not to get more people into battle again, although it was inevitable; The medic is to make it possible for more people to return alive and to see their families alive. The sound of artillery and guns came and went.

"Fuck you, damn war!"

However, this is war, and his venting is only temporary. No peace is built on false consultations, and all true peace is built on wars. Not to mention this kind of battle for living space?

Ludon left his boredom behind and went on with his work.

How many more such things are there? It's like the dust of this world.