The sound of cannons roared and the gunfire was deafening.
Shire held a revolver in his hand and crouched forward in the trench under the protection of the guards.
This was the safest place on the battlefield. The units ahead had largely taken the trench and repelled the enemy. Shire and his group only needed to follow along and occasionally give orders.
Even so, there were still some unforeseen dangers.
That happened an hour after Shire landed. His mindset had stabilized a lot by then.
Despite the sight of blood and corpses before him, despite the death and cruelty, Shire had decided to face it bravely.
In this era, almost every young person had to face the battlefield; there were very few exceptions.
Think of those soldiers fighting on the front lines, risking their lives in life-and-death combat with the enemy. And here he was, walking on the bloody path they carved out, with guards protecting him from the front and back.
