The night on the Red River was torn apart by steel and flames.
Scattered gunfire quickly evolved into a brutal slaughter along the entire front line.
There was no meticulously planned attack axis from the General Staff, no coordinated artillery preparation, only soldiers driven by hatred and fear, and steel behemoths caught up in it.
On the Louisiana side, a concealed 105mm howitzer position in the woods let out a roar.
The massive fireball from the gun muzzle instantly illuminated the twisted tree trunks and the sweaty, fierce faces of the gunners around.
The loader mechanically repeated his actions, stuffing the yellow shell into the blazing hot chamber, locking the breech, and pulling the firing cord.
The shell tore through the humid night sky with a piercing screech as it flew towards the Texas positions on the opposite bank.
"Fire!!!"
"Boom!"
"Kaboom!"
