Trenches, Guns, and Magic

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Chapter 338: Exclusive Weapon in Hand

by karlmaks — In the dark and slippery communication trench, the soldiers of the Britannian Expeditionary Force continued their attack. Taylor, who had already become the "point man," felt as if the soles of his boots were stepping on a water-logged sponge. But looking down, it was a mangled corpse wearing a field-gray uniform—seemingly an unlucky guy tossed in during the previous artillery bombardment. The young Britannian private felt his stomach churn, but he didn't dare to stop. The pushing force from…
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Chapter 337: Trench Warfare Struggle

by karlmaks — When the expeditionary force soldiers quickly found out they couldn't use the Saxons' trenches to fight, they had to brace themselves and start attacking the winding communication trenches leading to the second trench. And in order to prevent the enemy from occupying the communication trenches, or rather, using a small number of weapons to block an entire trench line... When the Saxon fortification engineers built this defense line, they also followed the operational content of the "Imperial Army…
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Chapter 336: Chaotic Attack

by karlmaks — In order to ensure this large-scale counterattack possessed "impact," the staff officers of the Britannian Expeditionary Force headquarters deliberately placed those units that had just arrived in Gaul and hadn't yet squatted in trenches on the front line. Only these units that hadn't yet experienced the bloodiness of the trenches could still maintain their impact after charging out of the trenches, instead of being timid and overly cautious like those veterans. For Second Lieutenant Archibald of the…
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Chapter 335: The Moment of the Expeditionary Force’s Counterattack

by karlmaks — On the other side, the Britannian Expeditionary Force opposite No Man's Land actually had new movements on the afternoon of Christmas Day. Although Sir John French was a stubborn old-school soldier, he was not stupid. The overly "friendly" atmosphere on the front line made him smell danger—the "anti-war" sentiment from the frontline soldiers was obviously not a good thing. And upon learning that such "ceasefire activities" mostly occurred among the North American Legion and some Scottish…
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Chapter 334: Happy Birthday

by karlmaks — "No, Your Excellency Commander, I laughed because the point of your anger seems to be misplaced." Seeckt put down his coffee cup and leaned forward slightly. His eyes, always hidden behind the monocle, flickered with a light that saw through everything: "You're not truly angry because he violated military discipline. If it were any other officer who did this, your order right now should be 'take him out and shoot him,' not 'solitary confinement.'" Mackensen's expression stiffened for a moment. Then…
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Chapter 333: Impervious Lieutenant Colonel Morin

by karlmaks — The tranquility that began on the night of December 24th, like something only found in fairy tales, was completely shattered in the afternoon of Christmas Day. As the last Saxon soldier reluctantly jumped back into his own trench, a few minutes later, the Britannian artillery positions in the distance took the lead in letting out brief roars. Immediately following, the Krupp cannons on the Saxon side also roared unwillingly to show weakness. The dirt was overturned again, and the craters that had…
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Chapter 332: What! The Head Coach is Warming Up?

by karlmaks — But after laughing, everyone fell silent. Everyone looked at each other, and finally cast their gazes towards the front of their own position. Because these words also reminded the Saxon soldiers that when they just built the trenches, they also left some comrades' bodies in front of the enemy position during probing attacks. Not long after, those two familiar figures—the Scottish Captain wearing a kilt and the exhausted-looking Second Lieutenant Wilson—appeared again beside that broken tree…
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Chapter 331: This Moment is Worth Remembering

by karlmaks — For safety reasons, before vaulting out of the trench, Morin actually cast a 【Mage Armor】 on himself. Although the atmosphere had reached this point, entrusting his life to the enemy's mercy was clearly not his style. The touch underfoot was soft and slippery; it was soil repeatedly soaked with blood and rainwater. Morin steadied his posture and walked step by step toward the broken tree stump. The wind and snow of Christmas Eve hit his face with a slight stinging sensation, cooling his…
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Chapter 330: When the Brilliance of Humanity Shines

by karlmaks — The bagpipe sound drifting from afar, like some summons from the Scottish Highlands, pierced through the swirling snow curtain and drilled straight into Sprink's ears. The former opera house tenor substitute froze. He maintained his posture, prepared to sing the second verse, mouth slightly open. The breath he had gathered swirled in his throat, ultimately turning into a quivering gasp of marvel. Immediately after, he made a move that caused everyone's heart to skip a beat. Sprink was not…
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Chapter 329: Stille Nacht

by karlmaks — The night was like a heavy black velvet cloth, pressing down heavily on the wasteland that had been plowed over countless times by artillery fire. Snowflakes were still falling, but at this moment, even the biting cold wind seemed to have become a bit gentler. In the observation post located on the foremost firing platform, a Saxon soldier sniffed the air. The scent drilling into his nostrils was no longer the nauseating stench of rotting corpses, but an extremely enticing aroma of meat. "It's…
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