The rain, like threads and strands, intricately wove across the sky above the Ovire defense line.
The stars were devoured by dark clouds, with only occasional lightning in the distance, like the scythe of Death slicing through the sky, illuminating the mud beneath the dome.
Corpses, tank wreckage, and the shrapnel of barbed wire and gun parts lay in disarray on the muddy ground, full of desolation and bleakness.
This position had changed hands over ten times between the German Army and French Army. Now evening had come, and it was time for the German Army to reclaim it again.
Major General Dewitt cautiously peered out from the edge of the trench, quickly observing the enemy force points ahead using the lightning's illumination.
No change, unchanged from the day when the withdrawal occurred.
Voluntary retreat held many benefits.
