Blood splattered and screams echoed.
Bullets whizzed through the air above the German Army camp with a "whooshing" sound, drawing clearly visible lines in the air like kite strings.
But the end of these lines was not a beautiful pattern, but shattered bodies and glaring crimson.
The unprepared Germans were thrown into chaos under the rain of bullets, many becoming corpses before they even realized what was happening.
Officers shouted loudly amid the crowd, trying to control the situation, but they didn't know what was happening either, and could only weakly cry out, "Enemy attack, prepare for battle!"
However, where was the enemy?
What preparations should be made?
Where should they aim and fire?
Standing, lying, or collapsed in their own blood, all they saw ahead were their own men, with occasional shadows flashing by amid the roar of engines, followed by terrifying machine gun fire, the bullets mercilessly reaping lives like giant scythes.
