The artillery fire raining down in Da Haguai City was intense, each shell landing would blow the shoddy concrete buildings to pieces, walls collapsing, steel rebars snapping, dust and smoke everywhere.
David was hiding in the reinforced basement behind, barely able to hear his own breathing, he felt as though he was going to be buried by the dust, with every breath filled with its scent.
But his heart was unusually calm.
Because this wasn't fiercer than the shelling suffered by French soldiers crouching in the Verdun trenches.
That war lasted ten months, both sides fired forty million shells, even two hundred years later, there wouldn't be any war as brutal as that one.
David remembered when he was crouching in the trenches, it felt as if the whole world was leaving him, with nothing around but the endless explosions and tremors.
Despite the fear, he never flinched, gripping his rifle tightly, waiting for the officer to sound the charge horn.
