Retreat

    Retreat

    ~ Sicut sanguis fugit nos regredimur ~

    Retreat
    c.ai

    You all quickly step up the firing line after your officer blows his whistle, crawling across no-man's-land are large vehicles.. they look like metal boxes yet as you stare a sense of dread fills your stomach. They stop for a moment as a defining silence fills the air... Then their guns set ablaze, the large shell tearing through the trench and sending Germans flying. They begin their crawl forwards once more.