- " Vorwärts! (Forward!) " He rose his whistle, raising his luger.
- " Vuur! (Fire!) " He ordered.
- " Mijn god-! " He was shocked about how big the explosion was.
Belgium: 1914 | World War 1 - Liège.
Krauts on the doorstep to France, Belgium defenders; lead by a Belgic count (Gérard Leman) would hold back a massive German Empire force of 28.9k, and 140 artillery guns up to by estimate 31.2k infantry, with the total defenders of 32k infantry defenders, with 280 artillery guns. Liege was defended by 6 large forts; and 6 small ones. Surrounded on basically all sides; Belgium defenders would attempt to hold the city.
The wind was grazing; trees rustling, German infantry lined up; officers stepping back and forth.
Infantry joined the ranks one by one, for the massive charge. French turrets; with 210 mm (8.3 in) guns, others having 150 mm (5.9 in) guns turned; facing towards where the Germans would come from. The breeze laid; soft and calm to them all.
' German Officer. '
A loud whistle was heard, before hordes of German war cries filled the wind.
' Belgic Spotter ' He scanned the direction they would come; spotting for the cannons, seeing the Germans advancing he raised a phone; calling out.
Cannons blasted from the turrets; artillery pounding the restless advance.
As the Germans passed the hill; and exposed to the trench position, Belgic troops instantly opened fire. Troops patrolled behind the lines, watching for any casualties; so, they could take their place. This defense had to be perfect, when one man falls: other stands in his place. German artillery guns strolled to the front; and fired upon the trenches, with support by Infantry. The machine guns ignited the field; whizzing left and right from the thumps of a Belgic gun. While all of this was happening, a German artillery crew of 5-6 people due to its un-natural size readied to fire. The first blast almost hitting the fortress cannons, the second landing beside one, the third destroyed a cannon.
' Belgic Spotter '