Peers are enemies, and they are also the groups with the most common languages and the easiest to reach consensus. This is especially true for military personnel.

At opposite ends of the no-man's land, Private Sirion and Corporal Remarque peer at each other through the barbed wire fence and the desolate surface of the moon—these two men who don't know each other's names or looks, but can only perceive each other's presence through an optical lens, and two soldiers of different races and factions are gazing at everything in front of them with a highly similar mood.

Loneliness, boredom, irritability, depression, and nausea.

Looking at the brown muddy ground strewn with craters, corpses, and barbed wire, any sane person can only feel the above feelings, and then immediately come up with adjectives like "hell" in their head, and vomit out all the contents of their stomach. But for the soldiers who have been in this hell, everything has long been numb, as long as they stay in this ghost place full of corpses for three days, even the most timid people will have the courage to shoot at the evil gods in hell. So for these dedicated soldiers, nausea can only be the feeling of being at the bottom of the ranking.

That being said.

Staring at a pile of corpses all the time, intently observing every stone, every severed arm, every broken and rotten head, no matter how strong the nerves are, will recall the feeling of stomach pouch twitching and vomiting impulses repeatedly hitting the cerebral cord.

Sirion is located in the same area as Remarque, and their hideouts can almost draw a vertical line between two parallel fortifications. However, in order to obtain sufficient vision and firing range, the fortifications of the Orientation Army set up the observation post on a condescending commanding height, and the later Charlemagnes had to build fortifications in the low-lying downhill area. As a result, not only did each attack by Charlemagne's army become a dangerous and laborious flank attack, but the low-lying location caused serious water accumulation in the trenches, with floods in the trenches every time it rained, and excessive humidity on days when it did not rain, resulting in epidemics of various diseases such as trench feet, skin moss, typhoid fever, and dysentery. The only good thing was that Charlemagne was able to secure a water source that was blocked by enemy machine-gun positions and artillery, as their miserable comrades in some sections did. The corpses of the brave almost covered the road leading to the waterhole, but their colleagues in the trenches were still staring at each other for a glass of water, a turnip, or an apple.

Being on a high position and having a good view gives the Defence an advantage, but it also has some disadvantages, such as allowing you to see things you never want to see.

"Dear mother, are you okay? I have never missed you so strongly, I miss my father, I miss my home, I miss my younger brothers and sisters. I never imagined I would face so many corpses. When I gazed at the dense corpses in front of me, I even felt a little creepy. This was something I had never felt before, not even in the face of a charge from an entire infantry regiment of Charlemagne. ”

Seventeen-year-old Corporal Remarque left a series of shorthand symbols on his notepad that only he could understand, and the Wehrmacht corporal looked numbly at the corpse that seemed to be close at hand while typing a draft of his letter. Suppressing the chill that was about to raise goosebumps, the corporal went on to write:

"In front of me, there were so many corpses piled up in a small space that the corpses almost covered the ground. The corpses of Charlemagne were very ugly, for their skin had turned an unnatural green, and none of them were intact, and in the jungle of shrapnel and broken guns and bayonets, there were fragments of limbs and heads everywhere!"

The veracity of Corporal Remarque's description can be assured by Private Sirion, who, due to the differences in positions and education between the two sides, could not record what he saw and heard in elegant writing, but he had a more intuitive and appetizing description of the no-man's land between the two armies.

(It's a cafeteria where demons are fed......)

Breathing in the downhill wind with the smell of rancid and rust, Sirion muttered inwardly.

The "dining hall" in Cyion's eyes is divided by height, with the corpses hanging above the ground and hanging from the barbed wire as the seats reserved for birds, and the corpses lying flat on the ground as a feast for rats and maggots, corpses piled up in the craters—a feast for the most feared guests.

A barely recognizable humanoid silhouette crawled out of the crater, and Sirion subconsciously shrunk his neck, carefully observing the figure heading towards another crater.

"He" has human limbs and torso, and his skin is covered with a baby-like pink, except for the surprise that his shrunken organs are exposed without clothes, and he seems to be just an ordinary man. But with the chest as the boundary, the upper part is completely out of touch with humans.

The shoulders bulged high like giant tumors, the neck almost as thick as a bucket, and the head that completely distinguished it from a human being—if the flower-like thing, each petal full of sharp teeth, and the inverted triangular teeth with jagged edges and slices of saliva and flesh on them could be called a "head." The above combination of many horrors and distortions all shows the world that this creature is incompatible with human beings.

Ray-class Chimera - This is the official name given to this biological weapon by the Wehrmacht. Charlemagne's soldiers called it "big head" and "big eye". This laser-emitting bioweapon requires a lot of carbohydrates to function during its short life cycle. The defense forces, who had a headache about the cost of raising this kind of big stomach, in line with the principles of "how fast and how good it is" and "energy saving and emission reduction", used the corpses left in front of the position as fodder and let all kinds of Chimera eat in large pieces. The Chimera, who has low intelligence, has picked the crater as her exclusive seat after coming and going. For Charlemagne's army, these craters were of high tactical value and could be used as an effective base for evading Wehrmacht's machine-gun fire. As a result, the Defence Forces tend to concentrate their fire on those craters where there are many hedgehogs, and countless people who have been shot fall to the bottom of the craters or drown because of the bullet or due to the stagnant water at the bottom of the craters, and the corpses continue to pile up, and many of the craters have become large corpse filling craters, and the largest craters even contain hundreds of corpses. For the Chimera, whose metabolism is extremely fast, the crater full of corpses is undoubtedly a favorite place to eat.

Defence Force officers may have made this decision simply out of economic efficiency, resource conservation, or something like that. But they don't think or care how those who have never lacked pride and self-esteem will react to this scene in the eyes of Charlemagne.

(These ghost bastards who deserve hell to be devoured by demons!)

Holding back his anger, the private cursed fiercely in his heart. The Army's repeated propaganda that "pointed ears must die before we can live" resonated in his heart at this moment. Although he still did not have any optimistic expectations for the outcome of the war, Sirion secretly vowed that even if he risked his own life, he would never let a ghost beast capable of such an inhuman thing set foot on Charlemagne's land. Imagining the terrifying images of ghost animals wreaking havoc in his hometown, he couldn't help but shudder, and the periscope in his hand almost fell off.

Cyrion's attention was caught by a few crows and owls that were bouncing on the carcass, and these ominous birds were jumping around with human eyeballs and fingers, and rats were tearing human intestines underneath - all of these animals were much larger than their kind, the size of the rats almost catching up with the cats, and the size of the crows chasing the rooster. As for why these critters were so huge, Sirion didn't want to explore why, he didn't even want to look at these creatures that seemed to be demonic messengers.

Adjusting the angle of the periscope, a beautiful pair of general-rank officer epaulettes under the crow's claws and a strip of white cloth fluttering in the wind under the corpse reflected in Sirion's retina.

If he guessed correctly, the headless body should have been the commander of the 12th Infantry Brigade, Major General Sang Mali. After his troops were almost disabled, the major general made a desperate bet and organized all 3,100 people who were still able to move, including the personnel of the command and the wounded, into "death squads", the so-called death squads. Trying to take advantage of the cover of night to take down the enemy's first trench and make a bloody way for the troops behind.

The major general ordered the troops to "not let go of a single bullet, not to say a word, and to advance in secret", and all the personnel crawled forward like geckos, and immediately lay down and disguised as dead corpses when they encountered searchlights during the march. When the lights flashed, they moved on. In order to avoid accidentally injuring friendly soldiers during the previous night raids, the members of the standing team always hung two white cloths diagonally on their chests as identification marks of friend or foe.

Shortly after the Major General led 3,100 dead men in a night attack at 1 a.m., they soon stepped on a 250-kilogram heavy mine, leaving no survivors within an 80-meter radius. The sneak attack turned into a frontal assault. Facing a dense barrage of bullets, waves of people rushed to the armored fortress on the high ground.

"It was just after 1 a.m., and the fierce battle began without warning. The three searchlights continued to strafe back and forth, mortar shells, 40mm grenades, and grenades continued to explode, and the flames soared into the sky, and the stars and moon in the sky were dim. The dark red earth, the red sky, the gray moon, the white light of the searchlights, the red fire of the muzzles and muzzles, the yellow flames of the explosion—all these things form a scene that has never been seen before. In the midst of that miserable and spectacular landscape, a wave of living people rolled towards us, and Charlemagne, stepping on corpses hanging from barbed wire, stepping on mines, and stepping on mud that had permeated blood and turned reddish-brown, rushed towards our platoon in desperation. ”

His gaze lingered on the corpses of the enemy soldiers piled up on the walls and mounds, and what had happened in that thrilling night came to Remarque's mind again, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

"If anyone ever tells me again, 'Charlemagne's are vulnerable cowards,' I will surely tie him up outside the armored fortress and experience for myself the power of 'cowards.' As far as I could see, there were blue uniforms and red pants everywhere, and they flooded the ground. The flash of the searchlight swept back and forth across the battlefield, and Charlemagne's eyes were blinded. The moment they slowed down, the machine guns swept over. The machine gunners, who usually lived a leisurely life and did not have to take on heavy tasks such as anti-shelling, showed their true skills at that moment. One after the other chains were shot, 250, 1000, 3000. The white strip of cloth on the enemy's chest became an excellent X-shaped target for the heavy. The machine gun leader shouted loudly for them to replace the spare barrels every 5,000 rounds, and the red barrels were poured out, and the new barrels were replaced, and then they turned red again, and then they were replaced...... Whenever a machine gun changes its barrel, the fire support point of the Leopard chariot turret is especially busy. The 75mm tank guns were all shot out by the group of boys. After the anti-personnel grenades and shotguns were fired, they even fired armor-piercing shells directly at the enemy from 15 meters away! The mother goddess testified that I saw with my own eyes that a guy in a gorgeous uniform, who looked like a high-ranking officer, was shot in the head by a high-speed tungsten core armor-piercing bullet, and the heads of a dozen people behind him were cut off along with each other. After the officer fell, the enemy's offensive came to a halt, and our fire support arrived, and at last none of the Charlemagnes could return to their trenches under the blows of crossfire. On average, each machine gun crew fired 18,000 rounds of ammunition, and Corporal Koch's machine gun crew lost 20,000 rounds overnight. ”

Thinking of the heavy's swollen fingers and shoulders, Remarque let out a long breath and shook his head, writing:

"Even though they are enemies, they are in awe of their performance, and they do not bow their heads, do not bend, do not look for cover, and shout 'Hurray' in the face of all kinds of automatic firearms and charge straight – this is simply unimaginable for us. In any case, this is a group of brave humans. But the thought of what these brave, furious, and unsympathetic men would do when they broke into my hometown, I was filled with strength, and I did not hesitate to pull the trigger. ”

Two young people who had never met before once again reached a consensus on the same thing.