The first heavy snowfall in Freeman arrived belatedly.
The lead-gray sky pressed down on the battlefield like a heavy steel plate, with snowflakes swirling and drifting, starting sparsely, but soon as thick and pervasive as fluttering goose feathers.
Shell craters, footprints, bloodstains, and corpses were quickly covered by the snow, with fortifications and tank wrecks disguised into white mounds, faintly visible.
Pershing hid in the trench, cautiously holding a telescope to observe the German positions opposite, his shoulders already covered with a thick layer of white.
After a long time, he retracted his neck and hid back in the trench, sitting on a footstool, frowning silently.
According to Haig's idea, the British-American allied forces should have already launched an attack.
