Suddenly the enemy mage platoon was thrown across the sky to the right and left by a disperse of energy. Just as we prayed to God for salvation, he answered. A defense had to be prepared ahead of time to be ready for this situation. The enemy battalion was imminently approaching. It was too dangerous and time was running out. It was a seemingly simple operation they devoted themselves to, but it may have been too late. Their shots pierced flesh, crushed bones, and a pillbox was blown away, our men were dying.
The exchanging gunfire fueled by magic was an impeding matter. However we were having trouble, under these circumstances our defense wasn't going to last much longer. We stayed here to stir things up and create more time for reinforcements to arrive. The soldiers believed the mage platoon to be vastly superior. Really, I wanted to spit curses in order to spite the enemy. Still it was important to recognize that the enemy was still overwhelmingly dominant here and we were regrettably inferior. In return, we were met with magic-powered lead bullets being frequently exchanged. However it was impossible to pull out all at once as we sent them a gift of bullets.
The artillery retaliated and together we tried to blow the mage from the sky, but it was too late as the mage had already evacuated. In the distance, a bunker exploded into flames at the hands of the mage, leaving only the harrowing sound of screaming behind. Suddenly the enemy mages bullets had pierced through flesh as gunfire rained down without mercy. Still though, both were human beings, you will die if you are shot, and you can kill if you shoot. Some were cursing as mages who could create belching huge flames with a bayonet and rifle along with an operation orb in their hands stood in their way. It would require another command for that to take effect. Some were trembling from this unavoidable situation while also holding a slight grudge against our unreasonable fate. What we commonly saw in one another was the fear of death. Unexpectedly each one of us had a similar expression spread across our faces as we looked towards one another. It was anticipated to happen, but what does it mean for us to be standing right in front of the offensive line.
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They slowly realized that the full offensive counterattack had already begun. Even the surviving officers were speechless. The soldiers who were carrying the observation equipment could not help but feel shaken up. It was a thorough and well prepared assault that struck as our heads were hidden from the infantry that fired upon us. "There’s an enemy, an enemy is here!"It was the enemy commencing a full scale attack, this bombardment far from the regular violent gunfire. They were bewildered, but they understood the situation. "What’s going on?!" said the officer raising his voice. "The company commander," he thought, "when was the last time there was contact from the observation team?" The sounds of erupting gunfire that became a regular occurrence was substituted by the ticking of a clock, and everyday life was carried out as usual. However, on the front line, it was far from showing any signs of collapse.
The Sashimonos ( ) and machines of war had begun to be eaten away by rust.
The maintenance required for the front lines was already a heavy burden on the empire. Still, the Empire has already begun to gradually reduce its reserve capacity. While fire was exchanged every so often, the earth was cultivated with shells. The Empire’s forces were being pushed back and just barely able to hold on as their defenses were weakened. There was an alliance to defeat and an empire we had to protect, but they were unable to move another step. The arrival of glory and hardship at the front lines barely remained at the point of equilibrium. This is the fate that mankind has reached at the end of their glory and hardships. Next time the competition may be to kill women and children, and the civil population generally, and victory will give herself in sorry nuptials to the diligent hero who organizes it on the largest scale.” Perhaps they were extinct before Armageddon began. We have seen the last of the great Commanders. For the future they will sit surrounded by clerks in offices, as safe, as quiet and as dreary as Government departments, while the fighting men in scores of thousands are slaughtered or stifled over the telephone by machinery. No more may Alexander, Caesar and Napoleon lead armies to victory, ride their horses on the field of battle sharing the perils of their soldiers and deciding the fate of empires by the resolves and gestures of a few intense hours. “It (war) has at least been stripped of glitter and glamour.
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