"I hope the General calls off the attack soon. We can't keep letting our brothers-in-arms die in these filthy gutters." Paul watched the hand-to-hand combat in the trenches. It was a slow, brutal affair.
For the attackers, the five trenches formed a muddy labyrinth of death where prepared enemies lay in wait around every corner. The narrow passages and the intensifying rain created a double handicap that rendered their long rifles almost useless. The Warriors who entered the trenches had no choice but to detach their bayonets and fight the enemy in a bloody melee.
