The cold icy rain patted his face randomly. Photographer Maduro carried a camera wrapped in a raincoat.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!

After being discovered by others, we couldn’t take pictures.” Seeing the corpses scattered on the muddy ground, Maduro quickly called his assistant for help.

The corpses were densely packed, all lying in the mud and water, and there was not even a piece of white cloth on their bodies.

Some of the guys with missing arms and legs looked like rag dolls that had been twisted by children.

The faces of many corpses looked so immature, they looked like children.

If this were to break out, it would be big news. It would be worth wasting two precious pieces of film.

Two assistants hurriedly pulled up the rain cloth, while Maduro set up the camera in a panic.

This camera was given to the newspaper as a gift when the Ming Dynasty aided the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the newly emerging Israel in the war.

But I didn’t expect that it would only be less than ten years ago.

The Ming Dynasty became an enemy, but Israel fought side by side with the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

The changes were so rapid that even after a year of war, many people in the Austro-Hungarian Empire had not yet recovered.

Perhaps the corpses scattered all over the place will make it clear to the public how hateful the Ming Dynasty was.

"Click! Click!" The spotlight flashed, and the photos of the corpses were exposed on the film.

"Who is that?" A sentry in a raincoat carrying a gun ran over, pulling the bolt of his gun as he walked.

"From the Imperial Newspaper, come here for an interview." Maduro hurriedly smiled and motioned to the assistant behind him to quickly install the camera.

"What is this?" the sentry looked at the camera strangely.

"This is……!

Oh, this is observation equipment used by artillery."

Maduro is talking nonsense!

"Oh!" The sentry's eyes were full of doubts.

"Brother, where are you from?" Maduro looked at the young sentinel, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most.

He took out an apple from his arms and handed it to the young sentinel.

Last time, the Ming Dynasty killed half a million troops of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in one go.

This forced the Austro-Hungarian Empire to relax many restrictions when it recruited troops again.

The minimum age for conscription has been lowered to fifteen years old. The maximum age for conscription has been raised to fifty-five years.

Nowadays, there are many young and old in the army. They are either ignorant young people or old people with gray hair on their temples.

"I'm from Vienna!" The sentry took the apple in surprise.

Looking around to see if there was no one around, I ignored the rainwater on the apple and took a big bite out of embarrassment.

"Oh, your accent sounds like a Viennese.

I am also from Vienna, we are from the same hometown.

Can you let me ask you a few questions?"

Maduro patted the sentry on the shoulder excitedly.

Hearing that he was a fellow countryman, the sentry also put down the gun he had been holding, looked at Maduro and nodded.

"Do so many people die every day?" Maduro looked at the corpses. There must be at least several hundred.

Such casualties shocked him.

Many of the dead were children.

"These can all be picked up. There are many more in Kursk than this.

Some were blown up by artillery shells, and some were in the firefight zone and no one went back to clean them up.

There are so many corpses that have been chewed up by rats and no one cares about them.”

"So miserable? So many people die every day?" Marduk was shocked.

“One division came up yesterday morning, and when it came down in the evening, there were less than a thousand people left.

The day before yesterday was even worse. One division was sent up in the morning, but was wiped out by the afternoon. As a last resort, another division was brought up from behind."

"Oh, God!

If the Israelis were not attacking side by side with us, wouldn’t their casualties also be huge?”

I knew there would be heavy casualties on the front line, but I didn't expect the casualties to be so huge.

One division was filled in a day, sometimes two divisions, and Marduk was shocked.

"Israelites!

These sons of bitches will only let us help them consume the Ming army's artillery shells.

Even if they charge, they will still follow us.

Their casualties are much smaller than ours."

Speaking of Israeli allies, the young sentry was obviously a little angry.

"How could this be? Aren't we jointly attacking?" Marduk was shocked again. He did not expect that the soldiers of the empire were actually used as cannon fodder by another country.

"The joint attack means that they follow us, and when we are all dead, they rush forward and fight the Ming army.

I heard that the Israelis would deliberately let our people walk on streets densely populated by Ming army snipers.

Use our lives to find out where the snipers are.

Anyway, it's our business to lose our lives, and they take all the benefits."

"Then our generals will tolerate them doing this?"

"Generals?

They are not the ones going into battle, so what does it have to do with killing us little soldiers?"

Speaking of his generals, the sentry also looked indignant.

But indignation is indignation, the apple has been swallowed into the stomach. Even the core of the apple has been chewed and swallowed!

"Little brother, take care of yourself.

I don't have much with me, so I'll give it all to you." Marduk took out two pieces of black bread from his arms and put them into the little fellow's hands.

"Thank you! Thank you!

I haven't had bread for a week."

"You haven't had bread for a week? So what are you eating?"

"Potato!

I eat boiled potatoes every day, sometimes with some salt added."

The sentry said as he stuffed bread into his mouth.

When Marduk and his party left, the sentry still kept waving to him.

Taking the transport airship, Marduk and his party returned to Vienna.

In fact, nothing was transported back from the front line except wounded soldiers.

Marduk and the others were sitting among a group of wounded soldiers!

The inside of the pod was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and it smelled very heady.

Wounded soldiers are miserable!

Some are missing arms, some are missing legs.

Some were deafened by shells and could not hear at all.

Anyway, all kinds of disabled people!

It's just that I didn't see anyone who was shot in the chest. Generally, people who were shot in the chest were left in the wounded barracks to die.

Even if these people reached the rear, no one could be saved alive.

The airship landed at the Vienna Landing Ground. As soon as it stopped, Marduk ran out and ran to the grass nearby to vomit profusely.

When I got on the carriage, my nose was still filled with the disgusting smell of blood just now.

The carriage took Marduk and his party to the newspaper office, and Marduk developed the photos immediately.

After getting the photo, Marduk immediately rushed upstairs and knocked on the editor's office.

"Come in!" Buck, the editor-in-chief of the Empire Daily News, was reviewing today's headlines with his head down.

He is the editor-in-chief, so he naturally has to make the final decision on the headlines.

The manuscript must be sent to the printing house before twelve o'clock in the evening, and then typed and printed.

"Buck, look what I got?" Marduk put down the photos in his hand and the press release he had written hastily on the airship.

After Buck saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
To be continued...