After the artillery fire ceased, German soldiers swarmed over again like ants, and Mu Yang led his men to climb back into the trenches and start a new round of fighting.

  "Commander, the second line of defense of the Allied Forces is very stubborn. Our artillery fire is not as effective as the first line of defense. The first round of trench warfare has failed and we are now conducting a second round of attack." A staff officer was reporting the latest situation in the German command center.

  "This situation is normal, after all, they have Paris behind them. If the second line of defense collapses, then we will win this battle. Order the front line to intensify the attack, move the artillery forward, at all costs, and take down the position as soon as possible."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Commander Lian, this time the German army has come up with too many people, we're afraid we can't hold on." Claire said, running to Muyang's side.

  "We have no choice but to continue fighting, fortunately we are on the defensive side." Murong also replied helplessly.

  Continuing to snipe from a distance, the machine gun swept across, and Mu Yang felt that he was no longer himself, his soul had hidden away, and everything he did now was an instinct, the instinct to survive.

  The German army advanced, the artillery units followed the infantry's footsteps and moved forward, the pressure on the second line of defense increased sharply, the Germans were all in, how long could the British hold on?

  Suddenly, behind the second line of defense, a shocking and earth-shaking artillery sound came, British soldiers were stunned at first, then showed crazy joy, one by one raised their heads to watch the shells flying over their heads, cheering loudly.

  The artillery finally started to fire.

  In fact, long before the German army launched its attack, both the Allied and German armies had already realized that this day would eventually come, and they had all made their moves, ready to fight a good battle.

  The coalition forces set up a large number of artillery behind their positions, but they did not bring them out at the first time, and instead waited for the best opportunity.

  The first line of defense was breached, the Allied artillery units did not move, the second line of defense was attacked, still did not move, until the German artillery moved forward and a large number of soldiers gathered over, then the Allied artillery units started to fire.

  In Mu Yang's heart, he couldn't help but scold the French Allied commander. To play a small trick, he actually sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. Only when the Germans entered the attack circle did he start to exert himself. It was as if the lives of the soldiers were not taken seriously.

  He is now completely exhausted, lying directly on the mound, staring straight at the sky, watching the shells passing over his head, falling on the German position. This time the Germans are really miserable, they don't have a defensive position, this is an open area, there's not even a place to hide, they fell into the Allied army's trap, the outcome is already decided.

  Mu Yang only saw that in the distant open area, German troops were running around like flies, and shells were falling on the position like raindrops, blowing up German soldiers with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

  This is war, real war. Humans are the cruelest animals in this world, inventing powerful weapons only to use them against their own kind.

  "Claire, let's go down into the trenches and get a sense of the casualties."

  The German army has no time to attack, so Muyang takes the opportunity to quickly check the number of troops and review the situation of the troops.

  "Good platoon leader."

  According to statistics, Muyang's troops originally had 124 soldiers and 28 laborers. So far, a total of 34 people in Muyang's regiment have been killed or injured, including 27 soldiers and 7 laborers, one of whom was an unfortunate Chinese worker who died.

  "Actually 34 people died." Murong said in a low voice.

  "We still have 97 soldiers and 21 laborers. Captain, our casualties in this battle are already very few." Claire said.

  "Yes, we killed more Germans, all right, let's go back, the battle isn't over yet."

  Yes, the battle is not over yet. The Germans will never give up because they have already lost everything like a gambler who has lost all his money and cannot afford to lose again. If they lose this time, they may not have another chance to turn things around, so the battle continues.

  "Have the artillery fire gas shells, reorganize the troops to attack again, we must break through the second line of defense of the Anglo-French army." The German commander gave the order to drop gas shells.

  The Germans had already prepared to start using gas shells, but this time the reaction of the Allies was greater than the German army's expectations, so they hadn't even fired the gas shells when the Allies opened fire.

  Mu Yang looked through the telescope and saw a yellowish smoke rising from the enemy's position in the distance, muttering to himself in confusion, "Did our artillery fire toxic gas shells?"

  "No way, I thought what was fired just now was an ordinary shell. Poison gas shells don't explode." Claire said beside him.

  Both of them had doubts about the situation on that side, and suddenly, Mu Yang said: "It's not good, the wind direction is towards our side, let the soldiers all wear gas masks." The yellow smoke in the distance already showed signs of blowing towards their position along the ground.

  Claire hastily ran to summon all the soldiers, putting on the gas masks sent by Muyang, each holding a gun and continuing to lie at the edge of the trench, looking at the German army in the distance.

  After all, the distance is quite far, probably around three or four kilometers away. Even if toxic gases were to drift over, they would have already dispersed in the air by now, and the concentration wouldn't be too high. If one were to inhale directly, they might feel some discomfort, but it shouldn't cause any harm. With Muyang and the others wearing masks, there's even less to worry about.

  Afterwards, the German army was threatened by the Allied artillery fire and their big guns did not dare to show off. The German soldiers attacked twice again, but were all repelled by the second line of defense.

  The battle continued until nightfall before both sides stopped.

  Muyang supported his tired body, returned to his own office, fortunately, this office was still there, but the construction next to it had been blown down, and the soldiers didn't even have a place to sleep.

  He showed no interest in the food Ford had brought, told him to put it down and waved his hand for him to go away. He didn't have any other thoughts now, just wanted to sleep well and recover his strength and energy.

  Muyang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and suddenly found himself transported back to his modern home. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his bed, took a few seconds to adjust, felt his mind clear up a bit, then closed his eyes again. Might as well sleep some more, recharge first.

  In his dreams, Mu Yang felt that there were always many scenes flashing in his mind, the muzzle flashes of machine guns, German soldiers being shot, dead warriors, and Chinese laborers who met with disaster, as well as soldiers who were shot in the head beside him without even knowing their names.

  The smoky battlefield, flying bullets, whizzing shells, mud splashing everywhere, flames, thick smoke, shouts of killing and screams intertwined.

  Muyang suddenly woke up with a start, touched his forehead which was already covered in sweat, and let out a deep breath.

  Then he closed his eyes again and his consciousness traversed through time and space to the era of the European War.