The moment before dawn is the darkest time of day, and it was at this moment that the German army chose to launch its attack.

  "Get up, grab your guns and get to the trenches quickly! You idiot, Fenger, put on your pants!" The platoon leaders yelled loudly, driving the soldiers out of bed.

  Tonight, Mo Yang was sleeping in his clothes when he heard the sound of gunfire. He immediately got out of bed, dressed neatly, put on his own wide-brimmed bulletproof helmet, picked up his Lee-Enfield rifle, and rushed out of the office.

  Without Yang's orders, those squad leaders had rich combat experience and had already dispatched the soldiers to the trenches on high alert. The soldiers held their rifles high, looking up at the distant sky.

  "Leave a class on guard, everyone enter the air raid shelter, no one is allowed to come out without orders." Mu Yang shouted loudly.

  He knew that, according to historical records, the German army would quickly break through the first line of defense of the Allied forces after the first round of shelling, and the second line of defense was the key to stopping the German army's footsteps. The real battle was yet to come, and he only hoped that the anti-artillery cave method he had given to the Allied command could play a role, so as to consume more of the German army's strength and make his own defense easier.

  The soldiers rushed into the pre-dug artillery pits, but Mu Yang climbed up to the trench and lay on the edge of the earth mound, looking out with binoculars.

  The outside was pitch black, and nothing could be seen except for the flashes of fire when the shells exploded. However, judging from the dense artillery fire, it's likely that the Germans were also exerting their utmost efforts, trying to capture Paris in one battle and gain a chance to breathe. That's why they launched such a crazy and costly attack.

  However, Mu Yang knew that this was the last struggle of the Germans. After this battle, Germany fell into complete confusion and then domestic chaos, rebellion and counter-revolution. Germany surrendered, the emperor abdicated and fled, and Germany fell into a state of extreme poverty and despair.

  But now is not the time to think about these things, what Muyang needs to do is to follow the system task requirements, try his best to hold on to the soldiers' lives in this battle, complete his own tasks well, and get the rewards he wants most. As for other things, they are none of his business.

  Not only did he bring food and drink, but also trained soldiers and informed the Allied Command of the method to defend against artillery fire, all for the sake of better completing his mission.

  Kai Rui also climbed up and crawled to Mu Yang's side, whispering: "Company Commander, you go to the artillery cave, I'll stay here and keep watch. If the Germans come, I'll call the brothers."

  "It's okay, there should still be some time left, I estimate the Germans won't come up before dawn." Mu Yang said, continuing to lie down and observe the situation in the distance with binoculars.

  A white streak appeared on the horizon, and the sun was about to rise. Mu Yang looked at his watch and saw that it was already 5:10. The German artillery had been firing for 20 minutes without stopping. It seemed that the Germans wanted to flatten the first line of defense directly.

  Beads of cold sweat appeared on Mu Yang's forehead. Such bombardment, even with anti-artillery caves, would not be very effective after all. The artillery fire was too dense and could easily blast the anti-artillery caves. Now he could only resign himself to fate. After all, he was just a paper tiger.

  The German artillery fire has ceased, the sky is already bright, and Mu Yang estimates that the Germans have begun their positional warfare. It's really unknown how many British troops are left in the defensive position.

  Time passed minute by minute, second by second, each second was a torment. Mu Yang's palms were all sweaty, but he could only keep using the telescope to look far away.

  At last, the distant smoke gradually dispersed, and a group of blurry black dots appeared in Muyang's line of sight. The Germans had finally arrived.

  "Commander, shall we first go into the artillery bunker? The Germans may start firing at any moment," said Claire.

  "Haven't seen the shadow of German artillery yet, let's wait a bit."

  Just as Mu Yang finished saying this, the whistling sound of artillery shells suddenly came from his ear. He was slightly stunned and immediately reacted, "The German army has started shelling, everyone get into the bomb shelter." As soon as Mu Yang shouted this sentence, he rolled directly into the trench and then rushed towards a bomb shelter to hide inside.

  But coincidentally, the shell landed in the trench and not far from Mu Yang, the huge shockwave directly tore Mu Yang apart, Mu Yang died.

  Muyang only felt a surge of immense power rushing towards him, his mind didn't have time to form any concepts, and his body was immediately engulfed in endless agony. Then, Muyang's soul returned to his own body.

  Muyang suddenly sat up on his bed, panting heavily with a loud "huff huff" sound, struggling to swallow a mouthful of saliva. His heart was now racing at 150 beats per second, and he had broken out in a cold sweat all over his body.

  At this moment, Mu Yang only felt that his hands and feet were icy cold, his limbs were weak, and he had to rely on his hands behind him to support himself when sitting on the bed, otherwise he would fall down.

  It wasn't until half an hour later that Mu Yang finally came out of that terrified and painful expression.

  "Is this death? It's really so scary."

  He could clearly feel that his body was directly blown to pieces by the bomb, intestines and flesh splattered all over the walls of the trench, he was like a broken sack, thrown against the wall and then fell head down on the ground, in his last consciousness, Mu Yang seemed to have smelled the breath of mud.

  At that time, his left arm seemed to have flown away, more than half of the ribs on his chest were broken, and one eyeball also burst out.

  "Damn it, I made so many preparations myself, how did I end up being the first to die? This shell is too damn accurate, how can it explode right next to me?" Mu Yang cursed with a lingering fear.

  Sometimes scolding on the street is not to insult anyone, but a release of fear. It feels like scolding can relax one's mood. Of course, Mu Yang wouldn't advocate for this method, after all, he also claims to be a person with quality. However, now he really needs a way to vent out his inner fear.

  What is called death's great terror is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

  Gradually, his body gained strength, and Mu Yang got up and put on his slippers. He slowly walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, directly picked up a small stool and placed it under the water, then stood still, letting the water pour over his head.

  He sat like this, letting the water splash on him, his skin slipping down, taking away the sweat, making him feel a bit cool.

  No, it can't be like this. He's afraid that he'll become depressed and develop psychological shadows. If things continue like this, he might get seriously ill with a major disease.

  Muyang took a deep breath and cleaned himself up, put on a set of clothes, and directly crossed over into the wartime era.

  He walked out of the study, quickly walked to the bedroom, and found that Xia Kejun had already left. He then went downstairs, came to the garden, and found Xia Kejun holding a watering can, watering a patch of soft soil beside the flower bed.

  "Okay." Murong Yu called out softly.

  "Brother Mo, weren't you reading in the study? Are you going out?"

  "No, I'll come down and see what you're doing."

  "I've planted all the flower seeds we brought from our home country, hoping they can take root and bloom in this foreign land," Xia Kejun said.

  Mu Yang gently hugged Xia Ke Jun from behind, without saying a word, just like that, leaning against each other.

  "What's wrong." Xia Kejun sensed something was off about Mu Yang.

  "It's nothing, I just want to give you a hug."